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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

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14 JUN 1864

June 14, 1864

Dear Miss Holly Winegardner,

By the time you receive this letter, we will have long left our positions here in northern Mississippi, having billeted in this forest for only a few hours. A few days ago, we were engaged with the Union Army under General Samuel Sturgis in a place called Brice’s Cross Roads.

I only have a few minutes to write this letter and post it, so I will, with apologies, be brief and not describe the fight. I carry your letters with me everywhere we travel and read them often, particularly where you talked about our walk in the winter wood of your father’s farm, and your wish to see me again. My heart flagged at the sound of that wish, for I harbored such a wish also.

In your last letter you spoke of that wish, and how it has become a constant in your mind and your heart. It is my most earnest prayer that your wish will come to you in full light of day, and that we will never be separated again. Hold on Miss Holly, I will outlast this horrid conflict and see you again, and you will see me getting from a train in Columbus or riding PureBoy on the Newark Road to your father’s farm.

Yes, it is clear in my mind also and, I agree with your assessment, that it seemed “time stood still.” Do you remember that as we walked along the Licking River, it sang to us in River tongue - of travels it had made and its mood to move. But for us, time did stand still slipping us quietly between its ticks and hiding us in a cul-de-sac of some moment-less moment.

There, huddled together, our hearts beheld one another - as we really are - without the ruse or cosmet of human cloth. Were Bliss a place, we visited it then - a pot-bellied space, heavenly and wide, warm, safe and uncompromising. How long we lingered there is impossible to know, for nothing moved in Bliss, save our hearts - two hearts that could not become one, for one, they have always been.

Was this the way you felt? I dare not say more of it, because words, it seems, diminishes its realness in some unexplainable way. You must know that it was there that I came to realize that I love you fondly, Miss Holly.

I must hurriedly close now. like the Licking River, the General is in a mood to move, always wanting to, “git thar firstest with the mostest.” Remember Miss Holly, hold on; hold on; hold on; your wish is near at hand.

Until we speak again, I remain,

Sincerely Yours,
Captain Jas W. Johnson
8th Tennessee Cavalry,
Company E, Commanding, CSA.

My Wish For You Member Contest
Written 2009; Judged:  1/1/2015
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst, Poetry Soup
First Place: James W. Johnson

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I got your sweet perfumed letter
So good to hear you're missing me
Trace your words with my finger
Your note is such Heaven to me

Bombs bursting in the background
There's ash on all the leaves of trees
So many cry out in desperation 
The mist of war is such Hell to me

Your lip print on my war letter
Girl, you know it's still a perfect fit
When I read you're home waiting
I find the courage to never quit

I see you've been busy with ribbons
One on Oak for everyday I've been gone
And my heart melts a thousand times
When I read your romantic song

Now it says right here, "to get home"
I guess you're giving orders now
Oh, we could use you in this Army
When my buddies saw ya they'd say "WOW!"

Your letter ends with smudged lines
Misty tears must have rained down
But I know every thought your thinking
Even from this miserable battleground

Girl, I'm going to follow your orders
I'll fight and return safely home
Until then how about another war letter
When they are in my pockets..
I'm never alone

Your perfumed letters are in my pockets
Here with me, I'm never alone
In the mist of war.. I'm never alone!

*The poem is the husband-warrior's thoughts as he reads and experiences the 
letter in the mist of war.  "Oak" is what they call their big oak 
tree in the front yard.  

Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest: Sketch A Character

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Write of Love

I never thought I'd miss the clickety-clack, 
like a tap dancing minstrel, hour on hour
the carriage would incessantly slide,
only to pause for a cigarette and more
         thoughtful inspiration,
as smoke ribboned you would write again
in its foggy veil and I would nod off
leaving you - a misty aberration.
I cherish that now, and the earring
in my breast pocket, golden, like your memory
and my promise to return it to you
will be kept, no matter.
Your novels used to be of love,
of plane tickets to romantic beaches,
instead, you write now of beaches
where young men die and lovers cry.
My strength lies in your embrace  
and thoughts that still hold you.
Be safe, and write of love once more.

Inspired by those separated by WWII, their sacrifice  and the brothers and sisters that are now joining those that they lost so young, so many years ago. 

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Evacuation and Loss

The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood stone still,
Eyes shut like blinds and fingers dug into ground,
Felt he could move no muscle, for was sadly street bound.
Shutting his eyes, arms wrapped tight round
His skinny body, battered and browned
Praying for the sake of friends, family and all
However imaginary, he imagined them call
 “Boy, come to us we love you most”
“Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast”
“Do not cry, remember our love”
Joining their gaze in the beyond above,
He softly mumbled a song to forget,
The once daily song that was always a duet,
Alone on that hill without any feel,
Of an afterlife he finally accepted, wasn’t real
Tears met the floor, now bathed in yellow light,
As lightning struck him too quick to fright,
Child lay on the floor, dismembered and black,
Though his mouth was smiling and his happiness had come back,
As re-joined with family, head held high, 
He waved his tortured existence goodbye.
Hugging his mum and his dad the same,
Somehow put an end to the incessant rain,
The natives emerged from their homes, safe and sound,
The boy crying for happiness at the new life he had found.
Soul peering at his body, dead at age eleven,
Holding family’s hands they could finally pass on and join heaven. 
The touch of their skin brought old emotion,
 Parents who were torn betwixt war and devotion,
A child whom they gave their best shot,
By train to board and bomb to not.
The grave of the boy with the electric crown,
Who carried a burden he couldn’t live down,
Stood proud in the yard of cobbles and stones,
For everyone knew those were a heroes bones,
When you look into the sky on a stormy night,
Remind yourself of the boy’s plight.
As he is the clouds that damper weather,
Out to protect his town, children altogether,
He wanted a life for them around,
That didn’t consist of being mentally wound,
A life that he could never possess,
But he did not bathe in spiralling depress.
Life is sacred, upon that hill,
Those cobbles and stones bring great goodwill,
For the sun only shines on that grassy land,
Still holding marks of the boy’s humble hand,
Some say that the yearly rain,
Is him up above, the tears of a chain.
The chain of the tears shed on that night,
Of the fear and happiness’ conventional recite,
Up above, being tucked under the covers,
Is a little boy with an injury he recovers,
Mother kisses his head and says her goodnight,
Father over bed, comforting a nightmare fright.
Drifting off, the boy could hear,
A little rhyme to calm his fear,
“Boy, come to us we love you most”
“Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast”
“Do not cry remember our love-“
The young man rose slowly in his bed,
Opened his eyes and smiled as he said
“I’m here”

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27 FEB 1861

February 27, 1861

My Dear Miss Holly Winegardner,

   After saying goodbye to you, Johnny Birdeye and I traveled from Columbus to Nashville by train, then west to Memphis arriving home two days ago. Johnny’s family was glad to have him back and were grateful to me for going to Ohio to fetch him for them. You and I did not talk about young Johnny while I was there in Newark so perhaps I should tell you how I came to journey so far north and to eventually meet you.

   As I mentioned in our passing conversations, I live on our family farm on Crawley’s Ridge in Arkansas. It is located some fifty miles west of Memphis on a ridge overlooking the Mississippi River basin. Our farm belonged to Mr. Raymond Bennett Dobbins, my mother’s second husband, until his death eight years ago. It amounts to about five hundred acres now, including the acreage of my father's farm, of mostly rolling, hilly land - a great deal of it wooded and untamed, but filled with a variety of lakes and natural springs. That which is arable provides deep rooting for generous orchards and vineyards. We farm some and graze some but mostly fruit out the land as much as possible.

   Every year, we load some ten wagons with fruits, vegetables and nuts, and travel to Memphis several times for money crops during the harvest season. There is never enough to sell and we are constantly clearing land for more orchard space. We raise a variety of apples, plums, peaches, cherries, pears, apricots and persimmon. Our pecans are widely known, and sought after even in an area with an abundance of such nuts. We have several vineyards of grapes for jams, jellies, and wines. Even wild muscadine grapes are in abundance. We also have a wonderful stable of horses and, as you know, this is my passion.

   As I told your father while in Ohio, my mother married Mr. Dobbins, after my father’s death, on the condition that there be no slaves kept by him. At the time, he owned some fifty slaves and willingly freed them so that Mother would accept his proposal. Most of them moved away to Memphis and some further west but a few remained on our place, and worked along side the rest of the family. I will tell you sometime of John, our blacksmith, and Ethel, his wife, of Alice, who works in our home with my mother. Of young Tobacco Dobbins, my friend as a child, who now lives in California, having taken muscadine grapes there to grow. He has become quite a legend there and we are all proud of him.

   Johnny Birdeye’s family lives in the basin at the eastern foot of Crawley’s Ridge bordering our property. Their spread is vast covering thousands of acres of timber and at least a thousand acres of cotton farming. Johnny is younger than me by a few years, and in some ways not very mature for his age. Perhaps it is due to his upbringing in a rich family; perhaps it is just the way he is.

   A year ago, he left home with a gypsy girl, and it has taken the family this long to locate him and to dispatch me to Ohio to bring him home. I think he grew up some in this year, and realized that not everything in life is as it seems - meaning the girl was already married and leading him on. Perhaps I have said too much even now.

   Miss Holly, it is a trying time in which we live. Since Lincoln’s election, so much has transpired. South Carolina’s secession followed by so many other southern states is unbelievable. If Lincoln is inaugurated in March, there will likely be a fight. There is talk that my own beloved state will resign the Union in the spring.

   More chilling is the cold aspect of war. Many of my friends are arranging to travel to Little Rock or Fort Smith in case such a terrible turn brings us to incivility.

   The Birdeye family has a friend in Memphis whose name is Bedford Forrest. He is a plantation owner and slave trader, but says that he will build a fighting unit, if war breaks out. Mr Birdeye has offered to introduce me to Mr. Forrest, and I have considered it. Given my attention to horse flesh and Mr. Forrest’s expectation that he will raise a cavalry brigade, I am leaning toward such a prospect.

   Please understand that I want no part of war - it is a horrid thing to take a life. But, if we are invaded, as I told your father I will be compelled to defend our home.

   This is not the letter I sought to write to you, Miss Holly. I wanted to tell you about my time with you and how I felt since I saw you last. I wanted to tell you about my home, for I wondered how you would like it here. Though warmer, it is somewhat like your rolling hills in Ohio. Perhaps you will consider visiting us some time; my mother would love to meet you.

Yours most sincerely,

Jas. W. Johnson,
-late of Ohio,
-now on Crawley’s Ridge near Cherry Valley,
-and west of Memphis.

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Bring It On

Eckhart Tolle says, "Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness."


To this, I say, bring it on
Throw everything at me, the night of your own right,
And as sure as there is light,
I will live, push, cry, and fight
If the words roll away into the winds of woe
When your eyes no longer burn in my vicious glow,
I will pull through without, within
Taking all the impact in

Lost will be my promised purpose,
In the deepest prisons cold,
Jeers of delinquent devils shout,
"Out with mercy! 
Out with fight! 
Out with all the hope of light!
Into the fray, vicious and gay,
Stab their souls in false array,
Cut their tongues of honeyed hope,
Crack their joyous jaws and mope,
Beat their battled courage raw,
Reduce them to tears-commit them to flaw!"

To this, I say, bring it on
Drag me to the prisons that quiver,
Into the hell that encompasses the strongest of mind
If treasures are fables, then grime I shall find
And I shall mold the muck into wings of luck
Descending the cliffs of the damned 
I will light the wick in my world 
With the flame of all determination unfurled!

In the cries of goodbyes I will lift mine eyes,
Across the seas of delusion,
Sing-song, supple voices cry,
"Welcome to dream, 
Welcome to relief,
Welcome to mastered misery supreme!
Syrupy promises, in smiles we roam,
And make sugared falsehood our hanus home!
Take their wearied souls and breathe,
In the softest fumes of darkest retreat,
Drain their sorrows in the booze of blood,
Take their children and drown them in mud!"

To this, I say, bring it on!
Lure me into your seas of wrath,
Poisoned with liars promising heaven
If misery be my friend, let her lend a hand,
And lift those hopeless children from the sand
Riding the waves that were once dreams-now life,
I will let myself drown at the expense of their ascension! 
You will not take our next generation!

I rise in the gorgeous eyes of your frenzied surprise,
I make love to the promise that even the weak survive
As certain as there is love,
I will always battle with the tiger eye and the charm of a dove
And the souls will remember the days of suffering,
Giving into drifting doubt:
"Remember our slaving curse tonight,
Our God brings death as sure as night,
Weakly we beg you to surrender, right or wrong...
We cannot sing along if we don't belong..."

Moan and groan, my flock, till the break of dawn
Still to this day, and always,
I will pray, bleeding, heaving and graized... 
Bring it on...

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A Hush Of Stars

He stood there in silence watching the light dim  
As she became his shadow on a mounding hill 
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed beneath the tarp 
Despite the bombs that Blew o’er land and sea

He heard the screech sound of a medical trolley  
As the pain came stark, her bow approached
He took to the scent of a starched apron hem      
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed beneath the tarp 
Despite the bombs that flew o’er land and sea 

He felt her cold fingers soothe his wounded arm 
As memories of home rained farther still with war 
He knelt before this beauty, like a deity to shrine 
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed beneath the tarp 
Despite the bombs that drove o’er land and sea 

He took his honorary medal and wore his uniform 
Steel propellers cut the sky, he groaned with a sigh 
He caught a tumbled tear from eyes of ice and fire 
And suddenly the stars 
Hushed in, why?   
Despite the war that grew o’er land and sea
A man gets to live, after leaving the infantry 

His memory survives despite the bombs that fly   
A Soldier aims for home with a Star he can’t deny  
Another day for her, at the 22nd Infantry Regiment 
Another wounded soul and she runs for the liniment 

The stars hush in the sky, and the angels rush in 
For when it comes to war, nobody is there to win 

Mystic Rose 
Contest: How To Make The Stars Hush 

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The purple Royal banners wave above his armor's steel;
the chieftain carries his Mongolian, relentless wit,
young Genghis Khan, the Temujin, applies his sovereign zeal,
to merge the lands beneath his will, the warlords to befit.

Consorted by young Börte of the Onggirat kin tribe,
the martial Temujin receives high honors by the clans;
a skillful warrior invades the lands while his young bride,
awaits; for no one else predestined is to be her man.

The chieftain slaughters hence his passage through the western soils
invincible his tactics are, and triumphs ascertain,
advance his rule, expand his territorial rights and spoils,
while Börte, granting loyalty, in virtue she ordains.

How valued is the flight of eagles that conduct above,
depict trajectories, and soar to vanish where the Gods
embrace the sadness of unanswered prayers and bridal love,
the Royal maid in loneliness, defends against all odds?

So priceless have become their plumes upon the Mongol plains,
where the persistent Northern steppe cold winds enfold the ghosts
and Princess Börte counts her solitude, stands tall and reigns,
believing that her Temujin bestows his kind riposte!

" Support him Goddess of the moon when grooming Charon thuds
and sends the clanging of the steel, commanding thus, the souls,
to travel the descending route of coursing loveless blood,
and through the gusting of the winds, transports their saddened calls. "

© 01-20-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Fourteener, Iambic heptameter)

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Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

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An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

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Estaba lleno el Verano /Der Sommer war voll/The Summer Was Full

Estaba lleno el verano,
Estaba lleno el verano
de flores, de deseos
como un espejo de cristáles azules,
reflejando los sueños 
y el suave color del cielo,
estaba lleno el verano
con nuestro amor.

El color de las casas 
antiguas de Oxford,
limpias como después
de una lluvia de leche,
blancas y maravillosas.

Estaba lleno el verano,
lleno de nuestro amor
y de canciones.
Estaba lleno el verano
de calles angustas y cerradas.

Estaba lleno el verano
de espuma, de murallas antiguas,
de música abandonada y olvida.

Estaba lleno el verano
y nuestro amor hize brillar
los sitios como la nieve
hace blanquear las estrellas
en noches de invierno.

Estaba lleno el verano,
lleno de nuestros deseos,
lleno de flores frescas 
de un paraiso extraño.

Estaba lleno éste verano,
lleno de abrazos y besos de nuestros corazónes.


Der Sommer war voll,
der Sommer war voll
mit Blumen, mit Wünschen
wie ein Spiegel aus blauen Kristallen,
der Wünsche wiederspiegelt,
der Sommer war voll mit unserer Liebe.

Die Farben der alten
Häuser Oxfords,
sauber, wie nach einem Regen
aus Milch,
weiß und herrlich.

Der Sommer war voll,
voll von unserer Liebe
und von Gesang.
Der Sommer war voll
von engen, verschlossenen Gassen.

Der Sommer war voll
von Schaum, altem Gemäuer,
von vergessener, verlorener Musik.

Der Sommer war voll
und unsere Liebe ließ die Plätze erstrahlen
wie der Schnee 
die Sterne erstrahlen lässt
in Winternächten.

Der Sommer war voll,
voll von unseren Sehnsüchten,
von frischen Blumen 
eines fremden Paradieses,
voller Umarmungen und voll der Küsse unserer Herzen.


The summer was full with
flowers and dreams
like a mirror of  blue crystals,
reflecting dreams
and the soft colour of  the sky.
The summer was full with our love.
The colour of the ancient houses of Oxford,
neat as after a rain of milk,
white and wonderful.
The summer was full 
With our love and songs.
The summer was full with 
narrow, crowded streets.
The summer was full with
the foam of old walls,
full of forgotten and old tunes.
Our love threw light over the sites,
like snow let shine the stars 
in winter nights.
The summer was full with our desires
and fresh flowers 
of an unknown paradise.
The summer was full 
with our kisses
and with our hearts.

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Not winter blowing cold, not the frost kind His Army jacket bearing a promise; Like token draped on shoulders he will miss That from anticipated distance, we find, One kiss to quell a thirsting quite refined With gentle rush to dance, to care, and tease. Yet love must express, his will, to say this, How treasured you are and always enshrined. So come, dear one, let’s trail the endless strands Before I go to war holding your dew Yonder the waiting grass, near iced trees’ nest Our vows entwined along the New Year sands, Return I will as faithful groom, renewed Yes, only then shall we feel wholly blessed! Leather Jacket Contest of Giorgo V. by nette onclaud

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My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?

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Sgt Griffin

A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state

It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's

That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all

And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me

So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so

We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause

The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me

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I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.

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To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of  your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!

They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!

Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!

There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but  surrendering distorts your honor! 

As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!

To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!  

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War in the Street

in the street
marred by defeat
crying, fighting
kicking, biting

where is the truth they’re refusing?
can’t you see humanity is losing?

seeking retribution
of senseless persecution
road blocked by political futility
stubborn leaders
breeding this brutality

paving ways brave and proud
but signs say, ”NO PROTESTING ALLOWED!"
risking their lives
to benefit future generations
placing themselves on shelves
for the sake of their children's salvation

for now, they fall
bludgeoned in defeat 
with hopes of a brighter tomorrow
for this bloodshed today in the street


© 2011 JSLambert

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The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?

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Code Red: Army of Gods

She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above

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The Baby Blue Bonnet

The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.

The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.

The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.

The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.

The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet

She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.

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He Left Her a White Rose

Its the morning after the night before
As i leave my new wife, whom i lovingly adore

My orders came through, overseas i head
With my band of brothers, not knowing what's ahead

    Married for days, whilst conflict takes him away
    Holding sheets where we slept, my memory bouquet

    At the bottom of our bed, there lies a virgin white rose
    With a note beneath i am in momentary froze

    I sit and stare as to what it might say
    Knowing this is the day my love flies away

My darling Tinks i leave this white rose for you
Its pristine appearance describes my darling so true

It symbolises you, so innocent so pure
With your love in my heart, i will return i assure

Think of the day, from these distant lands from beyond
For the morning after the night before, we will respond

    This virgin white rose, so bridal so pure
    You and its safety i will secure, for you to return for our future

    The day you come home, it shall lay on our bed
    And we will continue our lives, as you have always said

    I will go about my tomorrow's, thinking of you every day
    And prey that this virgin white rose, never turns deathly grey

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by Robert Davidson

My voice breaks against those lips of thine:
Before I leave for war I must implore
Let me love you gently your first time,
As dumb-tongued to you my love expose.
And then I'll return to thee once more
To bring to thy heart a rose.

I long to merge myself in you
And lie with you all my last long night
Making each to the other fit true;
While love's deep wonder to you shows 
Heady passion given for your delight.
I leave with your heart a rose.

You laugh as in my fond arms you fall
As you respond with your passion pent.
But before I answer the bugle's call
I want us to lie entwined in still repose
As in mad delight sublimely spent
You press to my heart a rose.

As the war rages on I see you yet
Mourning red-eyed your lost love. I cry aloud
'If I die, I know you'll not forget
For on our troth one request I must impose:
If I am swathed in the silence of a shroud,
Then drop on my heart a rose.'

Details | I do not know? | |

A Soldiers Wife

He gets up at 4 a.m, and puts on his ACU’s
And laces up his combat boots
He is my man, this is my life
For I am a soldiers wife
He means the world to me
He is my hero and who I want to be
When he is gone and I am all alone
I have a lot to shoulder
He is my man, he is a soldier
I miss him so much that inside I ache
Sometimes, I wonder if my heart will break
When I cry, I cry to myself, alone
I keep focused and charge ahead
All the while sleeping alone in our big cold bed
He is my husband, and I am his wife
I couldn’t be prouder of his chosen life
Even as I cry 
When I kiss him goodbye
I know what he does, he does for us
To keep us safe and to sleep in peace through the night
It’s hard to not hold him or kiss him goodnight
To not hear I love you and it will be alright
It’s so hard living here on my own
But I know that he will be coming home
I cry myself to sleep each and every night
All the while knowing that he may have to fight
Defending our freedom
In some far away land
I know we will make it, because we are meant to be
I feel it deep down inside when he says he loves me
I think of him every moment of every day
And I know he is thinking of me when he is away
He is my man, this is my life
For I am a soldiers wife.

Details | Ballad | |

Outer Space

Are we visited from another world?
I think we are ,but we are never told.
They visit some times late at night,
So they are not detected  by our lights.

Our radars they can fool,theres no doubt,
They fly through our air space, in and out.
The only way we know that they have arrive,
Is when they put thier space ship into a dive.

One crashed in the desert , a long time ago,
But it was all hushed up, no one was to know.
It leaked out in the press that very same night,
By people who witness the falling lights.

The army told people to stay away,
To have nothing to say about what they had seen that day.
But we as a people, think all should know,
If you want to visit the site, then you should go.

We often wonder why they would come this far,
From a distant planet out there in the stars.
Is it because we are related in some way,
Or are they just passers by, its hard to say.

Now its our turn to travel to other worlds,
To see if we can meet other boys and girls.
We hope they will be friendly, when we finally meet,
To live with out War , now that would be neat.

I hope they dont see us as a war type,
And have come there to cause trouble and fight.
For its Love and Peace ,that we should share,
Even though we still dont have it here.

Innocent people are dieing here every day,
We know we can stop it, so lets find a way.
We have to bring people togather in love and peace,
So when we get to thier world, we will have a smile on our face.

Details | Sestina | |


By the river corner I sat and wept
Memories of the war flooding my mind
Imagines of rotting bodies everywhere
The smell of dying children pungent still
Starvation and molestation rampant
How did things degenerate so quickly?

At all turns reality hits me quick
In the gut, so full of the pain I weep
I spy times past when laughter was rampant
Stories about my childhood come to mind
Stories that my wife tells the children still
Of blue skies and green pastures everywhere

In these stories laughter was everywhere
The young ran around full of life, very quick
Young maidens abound then, gentle and still
Men in love at their feet threatening to weep
Gestures of love lived in the young man’s mind
And the giggles of maidens were rampant

Alas now, war cries have become rampant
Snuffing out the lives of men everywhere
Empathy has been vanquished from our mind
As the years pass by children grow quickly
Awakening into the horror, weeping
They seek revenge as bloodlust grows strong still

At last the war is over, all is still
Sadly not laughter but cries are rampant
Mothers, children, fathers, everyone weeps
The smell of decay pungent everywhere 
Spreading diseases and plagues, quickening
The fears and apprehension in our minds

Daily horrible sights assault the mind
And all through the nights we have nightmares still
We awake with a start, screams echo quickly
And all around insomnia is rampant
Bloodshot eyes, frail faces move everywhere
And everyone knows that all night they wept

Quickly I run, tears flowing rampant still
Everywhere I go, lost friends haunt my mind
By the river corner I sat and wept

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I'm Going Home


Lord thank you for this life,
As I have lived a full life,
It was not always as I would have like,
But I lived it to the best of what I could,
I’m going home; Home to the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been a long weary believer, 
As I’ve been away to long,
I now know what I’ve been searching for, 
As He's been there in me all along,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
I have been and seen lots of places in life’s journey,
Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places,
I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, 
I see familiar faces looking at me,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me,
My time is near, the hour I know not,
I see Jesus' face across the Heaven’s,
I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home,
 I can’t wait for my real life to begin,
I’m going home; Home is the place I want to be,
I’m going home to Jesus where He waits for me.

By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011


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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  

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The Lonely Soldier - for Remembrance Day even if late

He has no grave
In the fields he lies
Unburied, in the fury of battle
He leaves behind his love
A love letter in his breast pocket
All to be added to the dust
There is no cross to mark his passing
Only a memory to hold upon ones sadness
He is a lost soldier

A year has passed, his family mourns
His lover sits at the window waiting
A bullet kills you now
A wounded heart takes years to die
So quietly she both hopes and withers
A poppy in her hair, marks her despair

Armies march and armies fall
Battles won and lost as young men die
Endless is the death that pervades these lands
As the lonely soldier fades into history
His loved ones left to hold a ghostly flag

His lover never left her window
She never lost the hope within
Scared by the wounds of war she was
She carried on, yet her life was grim

Fifty years later, to this day
We all stop in silence to honor the past
A new building constructed far away
As they dug the soil that gave way
To a secret of the past
The lonely soldier but a skeleton
With a paper close to his heart

A love letter they did uncover
Postage due for sure
His tags and cross they enclosed
With words of love from long ago

So on a warm summer’s day, by her window
She saw the postman approach her house
With a faded parchment from the past
Words that would make her heart beat fast
Years upon years she had hoped
Now the answer was sadly clear
She whispered softly…
My lonely soldier died that day
His letter is now here to stay
To keep me warm until the end
Knowing his loved never waned…..

I love you dear
I hope you know
One day I will whisper this close
For now I fight to free the world
So that I may be with you
Remember me, if I should fall
That no matter where by bones may lay
My heart is with you always

Note: Late for Nov 11 as I had the flu, but better late than never

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Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.

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All Day Long

All. Day. Long.

I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long. 
Glaring at people I hate. 
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.

All that I know has blown away, 
taken by my faulty actions.
The dull replay of Meteora fills my room with lyrical insanity, 
tempting me with beat and anger. 
But I’ve realised it’s not the music that’s dull.
It’s myself. I am dull. 
 Dull, empty, detached, dead. 
My actions have caused this, my mental instability.

My arms and wrists, they’re crisscrossed with faint pink patterns,
the product of my attempts at reattachment and relief.
Eternal smiles of violet beneath my eyes, wrinkles surround my lips. 
My skin, yellow from the drugs, reflects weakly the sunlight from outside.
I blame everyone but myself, my personality rotten to the core.
My lungs, as well, shredded by smoke that acted like needles.

I couldn’t help myself, I jest in my mind. 
I’ve been trying to shove the blame onto something but myself, 
only to find there is nothing to blame but myself.

My body has been wracked to this state, 
a state well beyond my mere 29 years. 
My mind, hanging from a cliff. 
Threatening to free fall at any moment. 

As I sit there, in my chair, 
memories of an age long gone from my life flash before my eyes.
 A girl I loved, laughing.
 Her and I lying in the grass, at a lake’s edge.
A cat akin to night, eyes green as mine, purring softly in my lap.
Flashes of guns, from a war forgotten by all but me. 

As I reminisce these memories, a spark of feeling—pain.
Upwelling in my gut.
 Through my chest.
 Stabbing into the side of my head.
The pain triggers a new wave of recollection. 

Again, the girl. My mind so foggy I can’t remember her name. 
Dancing slowly to a song no longer heard of. 
Snow. A blush of the cheeks. Hands in mine, warming and comfortable.
The pain in my head intensifies, blinding me. 
I fall from my chair, the first time I’ve moved all day. In 2 days.

Shaking my head, I pull myself up. Standing, I look around. 
Another flash of pain, followed by a sensation I’d all but forgotten.
Her lips. At dusk. The very first time.
I stumble away from an unseen being, crashing into the wall. 
Blinking my eyes furiously, I right myself. 
Waiting a moment, I sit back down. 
And let the dullness take over, the pain ebb away, 
and the memories to replay.
All. Day. Long.

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amid the rain and mist

amid the rain and mist

Amid the clouds I saw, the tears she shed,
aside her thoughts - the birds that fled in pairs,
the dusk descended 'pon our lost affairs,
the cotton fog was dense - my only wed.

It was September then; the first of rain,
the harvest ended and the maidens passed,
persistently the nimbus, dark, amassed,
- drops falling randomly to our refrain.

The maid was walking in the rain and mist
our glances blades to cut-and-thrust, beset
upon our souls' new sacrificial debt,
we felt the beckoning of rain and tryst.

She stood in the melancholy of Fall
pristine, accustomed to the old vendette;
the rain was falling on our courting duet
revolting to our burning blood and souls.

She wore black clothes, due to her lost affiance,
betrothal waging to the recent war
of nineteen hundred ten, an odd memoir
her mind was set to fight - she stared askance.

I walked that night the street below her louvres,
she watched; her velvet eyes, rare beauty braw
and feral attitude were bold and wraw
while she inhaled my scent and aural oeuvre.

The moon had risen large that night and round,
untamed she came, outlined in lunar light.
Against the wall her flesh became my rite,
to carnal prayer she turned upon the ground.

And then from molten skies, the rain began
with eyes reflecting flash, on earth she groped,
with me confessor of her sins eloped,
beneath the rain, her bitten lips impart.

© 07-27-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

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The Letter

Present Date:   December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped:  December 23, 1944
From:  _______  no return address but clearly overseas
To:  Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years

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The Letter

The letter came by mail on Christmas Day
The envelope was clearly decades old
No postal service can be used today
From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold

This could not be about the man I lost 
The mystery of where he is remains
Is MIA from World War II his cost
In this enfolded missive clue contains 

An overwhelming fear takes hold of me
To get this letter on a holiday
My life content but miss my man at sea
Potential subterfuge to my dismay ?

Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear
There's something that this letter has to say
Mentation meditates the chiffonier
I put away to read another day

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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

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To Netina

I stood beside you there at the grave side
I heard the prayers and laments of the priest,
And I knew that you didn't recall who I was,
I thought you'd remember, at least.

Though the years and our lives separate us,
And we both wed others, its true,
Though I gave to my wife my heart and my life,
My first love, and longest is you.

I followed your life avidly in the papers and press,
I knew when you married and became a mother,
I knew of your daughter, more than I had oughter,
And I knew of the heroic deeds of her brother.

Well, in wars some must shine and some simply die,
Your son won his medals, so did mine.
Mine is buried somewhere in that hell over there,
Yours rode his glory to regions divine; politics!!

Well, I buried my love, she who loved me.
As today you have buried your husband, your prince.
I still recall pledges we made when in the third grade,
When you kissed me, and I have loved you e'er since.

'Tis true that women love different than men,
Thank God that He hath made us so.
For men have more love because women love better,
So I'll now take my old love, and go

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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…

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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 | Verse | |

A soldier's song

She stands on threshold, him to wait
the seasons pass, it was her Spring,
his smile did crown the hills of late,
where war confronts his Heaven's gate,
so sweet her face his heart will sting,
retentions that for e'er shall cling,
as angels drift above his fate,
where broadly lays his rifle's sling.

Upon the golden cross she wore,
he made the winds their route to stray,
where rains his land for e'er explore,
and rivulets course to the shore,
chrysanthemums their blooming sway,
the raindrops fall and dance and fray,
as skies wash up the mountain's gore,
her verses rhyme and skyward pray.

© 11/9/2012
(Iambic tetrameter)

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A Slavery Mentality

Believe in what I am told or what I see 
This war is bitter and I aspire to be free 
Free from these shackles and discrimination 
Free from selective elimination 
We call our children mistakes so we can free ourselves of responsibility 
And our babies are dying in the streets while we accept no liability 
Governed by aggression it’s said that only the strong survive 
But instead of showing strength we only know hostility 
Creating a place where these demons thrive 
A Child’s innocence is used for selfish gain 
So mommy can get high and feel no pain 
A child that knows no love has no true perception of reality 
And the system has no love our children are lost on technicality 
Now your babies will have babies searching for the love that they lack 
They should have had love unconditional 
But instead they turn to crack 
Because their family has made it traditional 
There is nothing like the cries of a neglected child 
Mommy is too high to provide 
Taught too young to hold it all inside 
Poison their minds with dirty little secrets they are forced to hide 
Teach them to look for nothing and that’s all you will find 
Because that is all that’s left inside 
Fill their minds with worldly possessions 
Take what you can get despite the moral transgression 
Take Godout of our schools because money is the new respect 
Craving only negative attention 
Because of the love they now reject 
First born to poverty and aware before their time 
Unable to provide life’s necessities 
They are pushed towards drug sales and crime 
Society will blame this transgression on lack of affection 
But really they are affected by lack of direction 
No money to feed the hungry and poor 
Our inspiration is music, TV, drugs, guns and war 
Poor because they have been dominated and oppressed 
Push us too regress 
Give to those who already have by taking from those who have less 
The only way to survive is to murder, hustle and deceive 
There is a better way of life 
But not a better way to make them believe 
A better way to teach us to accept this fate is what they crave 
A better way to give us the mentality of a slave 
Their methods of birth control created to control the minority 
We are now the majority 
They are scared to death we have become the priority 
Our people born of whips and chains and still left unbroken 
Fed our children’s sorrows from which we choke 
there are still too many truths left unspoken

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The Idiom and the Oddity Part7 Fina

So, as we say in Greece
That’s where I’ll End my story
For the things that happen next
Weren’t made for song of glory

So many Tails, throughout the ages
Have spoke of love and loss
Of  passions and betrayals
The triumphs and the cost

But never was one told
That meant as much to me
To launch a thousand ships
And survived through history

And with every great Greek story
There’s a lesson to be learn
So, I’ll leave you with this message
Now the last page, has been turned 

The moral still stands true
Throughout all time, which passes
Don’t steal a person’s love away
And beware Greeks bare-ing asses 

THEE END                   Authored By Jerry T Curtis 
                                       The Year of The Horse

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She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved

Details | I do not know? | |

Color Dance

Blood runs red in every race
War bring tears to every creed
Hunger felt by every being
Love desired by every heart
Green envy or generosity
Vengeful snares and forgiving
Nightmares give desires to dream
Dancing twixt joy & despair
Colorful array of emotions
So much in common
Do you see me in you
Your reflection in me?
We are  rainbow children 
Painting the canvas of life
Compassion sees the art
In the unique dance of us
Diana Dalton
10 Aug 20012

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Sometimes I look at history
In countless books been wrote
And me I cannot help myself
I make a mental note
 That all the hero’s in these books
To kill it was their art
 They plundered here, and plundered there
And most they had no heart

Alexandra, Nelson, Napoleon
And oh so many more
They number in the thousands
And I am more than sure
That evil lay within their Psyches
They were not gentle men
And yet so many thought them hero’s
So many worshipped them.

Now me, I pass these people by
I have my own hero’s
Jesus, Buddha, and Lao Tzu
They cause my heart to glow
Ramana, Osho, Krisnamurti
And oh, so many more
They taught of love and harmony
 True hero’s that’s for sure.

15 April 2014 @ 1420hrs.

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I Wish You Were Here

I wish you were here with me each day
when the birds  announce the arrival of dawn
I wish you were here with me at night
when the stars twinkle and moon shines through
There has never been a time you were not part of my life
My heart feels empty  when your not here  by my side
Without you here with me my soul  knows  no rest
It's solemn in the morning and throughout each passing day
I miss you more when daylight slowly fades away. 
I appreciate the things that you do more than you know
We need each other like springtime blooms, that grow
In the rain and in the sunshine, all day long.
We've laughed and cried together,through good & bad times
Sometimes now while your away, I get so overwhelmed
It gives me great comfort in knowing this agony will pass
One thought that appeases me, is what I know for sure
You'll take me in your loving arms and I could not ask for more.

I know that even though you are away from me for now
Our love still endures  brightly though from afar.
Two hearts bound together, that can't be pulled apart
The journeys we take in our lives, forever to last
Can't be erased just by you're going over there and my love
When you return back to me again one day soon
We'll enjoy lovely sunrises and sunsets once more
So  come with me where dreams are born and time is never planned.
Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings,
Forever, in Never Never Land."

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10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes

10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day she will arise to go to work 9-5 flipping burger's and dunking fry's.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Every day hold's a new surprise from those 10 little fingers 10 little toes and 2 little eyes.
one day shell realize 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes are not so little any more.
Those 10 little fingers get bigger and one has a ring on it.
Those 10 little toe's get bigger no longer barefoot a boot on each.
Those 2 little eyes no longer so little looking strait up the middle ready for combat.
10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes everyday they save a life.
Her 10 Little finger's 5 little toe's 2 little eye's finally come home.
and like I said 10 Little fingers 10 little toes 2 little eyes saved Their life.

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Love is the Weapon

Fuse ignited by the half-lit cigarette
perched precariously on the corner of your mouth,
I'm a suicide bomber,
and you are all I have left to believe in.
Side by side, 
Our lungs screaming,
we torch the world around us,
destroying perfection to create beauty.
We rise again from the smoldering wreckage,
cleansed with the split blood of our broken hearts.
The embers drift in the sky like fireflies 
as we wipe the ash from our eyes.
Hands clasped,
we venture forth into this brave new world,
rebuilding reality brick by brick
and from each other,
learning to love again.

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A Warrior's Heart

I think of her beautiful face
As I sit upon this sattle
I wish I was there at her place
Instead of here waiting for battle
The way of a warrior is a hard road
Which is eased by love's presence
I breathe in the heavy humid cold
As I long for her sweet essence
The rain pours out and the lightning flashes
The armies collide as the thunder clashes
Glances of her face flashes through my head
As this battle fills me with tremendous dread
My heart was cold, filled with hate
Now my love for her is strong and great
The armies cry as men die like cattle
The grip of death tries to weigh me down
As the Titan's battle for the golden crown
I feel the earth shake and rattle
True I miss my love's sweet embrace
Though I doubt i will ever again see her
But if fate allows us to be together
I will everyday cherish her precious grace
For the love of a woman is worth more than gold
For it can heal a heart that is weary and cold

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Son

My son,  my son
I want to see my son 
Please God , where is my son 

That's all I heard 
As the man ran past 

Seems there was a shooting 
And he can't find his son 

He heard there was a shooting 
On his car radio, that's all he knew
His son was all but a child of fifteen

Someone reaches out to stop him
As he drops  to his knees  to pray
My God, My God please show me 
my son. 

I will do anything to see my son 
Next thing he knew they took him 
down stairs to see his son 
To the blood soaked sheets 

God let him see his son that day 
His son was an innocent bystander 
Of the games people play on the world stage! 

wrote 1, 6, 2005

Details | Villanelle | |

Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?

Details | Quatrain | |

Two Shadows

Two shadows on the wall
The slightest hint of swaying
If I knew any better
My sanity's decaying

The pendulum moves silently
And casts a double shade
If my thoughts weren't haunted
It would be a sight of grace

Though instead it reminds me
Of my consuming dread
That perhaps he won't return
Perhaps my love is dead

July 2010

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These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind

In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten

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Paradise Lost

Though wide awake she dreams of yesterday
when in the grove they said their last goodbyes
and fought the tears and hopes that he could stay,
then shared a futile prayer that questioned why.

Now torn from mother's arms and lover's lips
the best of youth is sacrificed to war
in field and sea and sky where life is stripped
when it is love and peace that we implore.

The pages of his poems are all that's left
and yesterday seems ... oh so far away,
he picked an orange blossom that she kept
still sweet within the orchard its bouquet.

Like Eden is this lovely Paradise
and where he said her cheeks caught all the hues.
Like dew upon the orange in the night,
her tears dripped softly weaving through her rouge.

Then Paradise was blurred now all around -
his last words of "adieu" the only sound.

Craig Cornish, Posted July 19, 2014
This is the only 18 line sonnet form, a Heroic Sonnet

Details | I do not know? | |

1914 Christmas Truce on the Western Front

                                      warriors risk lives

                         post . . .  Merry Christmas . . . dance . . . hug

                                    love on Western Front

May there be Peace on Earth – Merry Christmas

David Meade

Live Generously

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A lonely evening

In many dreams of you, I wish
If I could get my hands on the wings
If only I could come over to you now, 
It would be the best moment in my life.
Alone in a cool evening
With the light of a candle and the breeze from afar
And then the moment would draw close
And the night would become our friend

And nature would support our breathe
And our dream would seem simple
And nightmare be far from us
For the moment would be the beginning of a new era
And the dawn would bring joy
Happiness and love 

Details | I do not know? | |


We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared

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Guess I'm Just Old Fashioned

Love, love, everywhere And still not a drop to spare Will someone please explain to me Why we humans, who were originally meant to love Continually wage war Am I delusional, living in my own little world Oblivious to the way of us humans People blowing themselves up on a daily basis And taking innocent people with them And for WHAT??? That my friends is sick, utterly insane Maybe that's it... these people are deranged Love, love, everywhere And not a day goes by when it seems The top news story is how many were killed today By these lunatic extremists Guess I'm just an old fashioned dude © Jack Ellison 2014

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Summers morn

Summers Morn.

This summer morn the birds sing out with magic
Their mystic echo fills my heart with love.
Whilst far away those shells so loud and tragic
They shower down their murder from above.

The trees they dance in splendour all around me
As the morning sun it fills my heart with joy
And everything just feels so free and easy
Whilst mankind has the mind to life destroy.

It’s hard to understand the minds of Humans
They cannot rid themselves of fear and hate.
They cannot see the light, their eyes are blinded
Can they not see the Karma they create??

The lazy river sparkles in the Sunlight
It conquers all yet stays in serene bliss
Whilst man he has to kill, why can’t he see it?
The truth of all this foolishness of his.

Awaken man, awaken from your sleeping
Just take a look and see what you’ve become
Your madness it be sunken right into you
It seems to me your heart be really numb.

Details | Ghazal | |

The Beat

I hear its sound, reveal the beat
Replete with tremors - feel the beat.

The marching cadence into war -
The pulsing drums that peal the beat.

Two hearts apart that lived as one
Are now but half - death steals the beat.

The lonely tears in empty rooms
Where nothing can conceal the beat.

Now every heart that war inters,
Will pray for God to heal the beat.

Craig Cornish
October 9, 2013 for Debbies Contest
Iambic Tetrameter

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Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.

Details | Terza Rima | |

Lost in Action 1917

I might see you in London in three days,
Then shaking hands in gesture of farewell
They move apart, going separate ways.

With anxious feelings she can scarce dispel,
She turns just once to wave to him again
Then hurries on, hoping all will be well.

When he is gone the truth becomes quite plain,
Her life must carry on in duty's ways
To help the others who will wait in vain.

Then as the nation clings to hope and prays
And life leads each one in different ways,
She can always hear his voice as he says
I might see you in London in three days.

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written 17th Sept 2013

             "WHISKEY LULLABY"
                          sung by Brad Paisley and Alason Krass

Just married, he loved his new wife,more than anyone saw
 a day after they where married, he got drafted off to war
Overjoyed to finally return home to his bride
 he walked in, to find she was in bed with another man
With just a slight second, his heart died
 pain overwhelmed his entire soul, he picked up a drink
And started to drink more every day, to try to forget
 as time passed, he drank himself to death, with a note "I'll love her till I die
they buried him beneath the willow, as she watched she filled her soul with regret 
 left to blame herself, she began to drink his memory away
As years passed she slowly drank her pain away
 they found her next to his grave, holding his picture as she passed away
They buried her beneath the willow, and they were together again
 and the angles sang a whisky lullaby
So when you find your one true love, be faithful and true
 for no amount of alcohol will mend a broken heart for whatever you do!

 I chose this song for my mother and my father both became alcoholics after they separated and my father passed away at the age of 42years old, my mother still lives but never stopped drinking she will be 58 years old she took off with his best friend from the age of 12yrs old

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The world is filled with temptation.
The heart is filled with desires.
The eye’s is filled with it own truth.
The mind is on the breaking point of sane and insanity.

We are only human.
We are only creatures, neither light nor dark.
We are only ourselves.

Some wear mask to defeat others.
Some wear mask to defeat themselves.
Some wear mask to hide who they really are.

Here is the point where we must decide in our life where we stand.
For trust and love and kinship of your blood will be tested.

First was the temptation.
Then it sets with desires.
Afterwards either the truth or lies are spun.
And to the last who shall stand brave or break under the weight.

We speak of truth when behind us is nothing but woven lies, and hearts full of deceit.
Can you not see the hypocrite side of us?
 Ha! It wounds me to known this, even more that I am one of those.

Take heed and resist or be forgotten with all others. 
For in this life there is only good or evil, light and darkness, the possible and impossible.

Such is us.
Such is you.
Such is me. 

Our world is filled with temptation.
Our hearts is filled with desires.
Our eye’s is filled with what we wish to see.
Our mind’s is filled with things that can make and break us.

Details | Lyric | |

The Undisputed

The Undisputed

 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.

 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf

Details | Limerick | |

Way Back Yonder

I was madly in love once upon a time way back yonder;
When a goose wasn’t a pinched ass, but a bird called the gander.
I was sent off to war and she went only God knows where.
Historians agree that it was all worth it in the end, but they weren’t there.
The old saying is entirely true, absence does make the heart grow fonder.

Details | Triolet | |

Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate. What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt. I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give. I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title...

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The Dark Con of Man

Life is like a scarlet opera with its glory of the sun in blue.
With doors and windows fragile to the evil that stream through.
The era of sin is as the dawn of Man.
The peak of the cover up in human history is our con.
So true the con of man that we slay for it.
Our indulgence is like a lipstick smudge.
Blurry to the common mind.
Blurse! Oh Blurse.
What we mistake for a woe is no foe.
Only the keepers know the phony light in man.
Apocalyptic sayings are not allied to the con.
What we speak of is so grand that ye olde speak of it unavowedly a whisper.
Truism is thy word not so false a great lie- the word of man.
Men of the shadow speak of it as an undue tale of holy plot.
The tale I tell is not of the ordinary.
True blue. Oh! True blue.

Details | Tanka | |

Angels Among Us

in line they marched proud
and in death, they remain so
on it's marble stance
proof, angels are among us
a beauty of nature shows

Details | Lyric | |

May I Sing

In fact I 'said' just to conclude, 
just for a moment to, 'deem the light switch, 
just as flunet as in to 'day and night.

(US)  Daring to take the passion, 
passive as in the night, to kiss on the hand of a palm, 
i played to the fool and rewind asking is that just the spot.

Forward to good sight, blink, 
and forwarding the night, 
and appealing to end it all, 
every gentle scent, 
of scent of good night, 
but wait there is more...

Fear so deep feeling that of distance,
I was in sin! ! ! 
Emotion bearing so close for a solution, 
But wait you are no were near just to say.....

ponding and left loose, 
of a king what should i do but look for clues....

(Her) manifesting tears up a mess up feeling of you, 
that twirl like that dear blue fist of fool of this dudy, 
and ask where was you, 
you of all people should of had knew, 
what was so close to of brand new, 
if you only knew! ! ! 

plaguement of spades emblament me like shades, 
but yet placing me a shame.
as a king the distances of a morning of a evening 
we share such a place.....

(Me)  Signs by paint curve into place, 
envy of a saint but that due tell my place,
of silent end note, pleasure of shoulder, 
wait put it is snowing and like a palm of sand i never put of footing, 
and i could say just "wait"....

Duration of mind mint filling of scented that never could "wait", 
but such blessing kisses is are to awake,
are out of reach.
but what could be more realler of a slow post rain dropp of you 
and sitting next, next of thinking of you! ! ! 

Saying, Knowing, What should been of us. 
Thinking now I just want sing. just to sing! ! ! 
MAY I SING! ! ! !

Details | Rhyme | |


Lonesome Zareba has one dream left to live for,
but too often it escapes through her open door
and as the transparent clouds of September,
her sad eyes are their mirror while she touches her hair.

Oh, she has big eyes as admirable as the Fall serene sky that grows brighter!
Each noon, on a sea-washed monolith she watches seagulls emitting loud shrills;
" Bounty " is  beautiful word she has learned from wondrous Nature,
but human love she desperately desires to feel again her man's hot lips!

Her hovel has a hearth where she bakes bread in semi-dark,
and while fire crackles Zareba sees stars...dreaming at night;
for every star she counts, a seashell is put away in that moon-lit cave...
hoping that the man she loves is still alive, not laid in an unmarked grave!

It's the beginning of another spring and she thinks of her distant love;
snow has been replaced by dainty flowers and Zareba can sense that something 
wonderful is going to happen, and as she hears the heavy footsteps approaching...
a slim, tall man runs towards her shouting, " Darling, I'm finally home! " 

Poet's note:

A dream came true for my next door neighbor, a Russian lady, who told me this story when she lived in a hut by a lonely shore, and yearning for her husband's return from war, she thought she had one  dream left to live for. After two long years the war ended, and her husband returned home. I have used Zareba as her name to be qualified for this contest.


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Circle the Wagons

Circle the wagons,
We must protect our love,
Arrows and spears
Let them fly above
No one will take me away
No one will make my last day

I have too much to lose
Since loving you
I'll fight against all odds
And do what I must do

Shoot your rifles,
Unlease your arrow
When this day is over
No way can you harrow

My love concrete
My nerves of steel
I'll beat you all
And you'll feel

My fist of rage
My refusal to give way
And you can return with more soldiers
Another day
I'll tear your hearts out,
Spit on your grave
And I'm not claiming
To be so brave

But hurt my love,
And all bets are off
I'll throttle your neck
I'll seal your fate
And show you the
True face of hate.

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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.

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Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.

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Men of War

Teach not the little children war
Impede them not to learn my law
lest my wrath with fierceness come upon you

See innocence in confused eyes
Saddened, scared, these be deprived
and cannot fathom that which they must view

How long would last your power sought
when land and blood be brought to naught
Oh men of little faith

Consider ye the children's minds
to reinstate of love divine
lest darkness prevail at your gates

Surely all shall lose the fight
who trust alone in human might
forsaking righteousness and peace

What god speaks into your ear
to motivate unto despair
and destruction to increase

Fear, each of you, from every side
There is no place for souls to hide
not to escape the face of the Almighty

Though martyr's cries do reach my throne
they shed not blood as were their own
thus, listen to your hearts, Oh men misguided

For all upon the earth shall see
that bond and free shall bow the knee
and proclaim that Jesus Christ is Lord

And if this faith men can concede
you all become the promised seed
of righteous Abraham

Wherefore then the battle's gain
If all have access to attain
who dare lift arms against his brother

Listen therefore not to deceit
Let your inheritance be meet
as to children who give honour to their mother

Oh men of war, your weapons yield
Replace with my well beloved shield
that your victory be the glory of the living God...

Galatians 3: 28-29:-  There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, 
                                   there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
                                   And if ye are Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs
                                   according to the promise.

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Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim

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War and Harmony

War and Harmony

I caught the red eye to meet my warrior only to be met with war.

A night of hot passion that time has caused us both to long for.

A harmonious melody fills the room from fulfillment and bliss.

See you later sealed with a kiss as our throbbing groins persist.

I walk with a jolly gait in my step until I a single gold earring stubbed my toe.

Now filled with fury as I wonder whom else has been sleeping with my G.I. Joe.

Salty water now free to flow from a broken gaze as I noticed the typewriter in my peripheral.

I take a seat to compose a letter to him about how this love was to be a duo and not a Trio.

He left a half of pack on the desk within reach, he must have known that I’d be needing one.

Smoke caused a fresh pair of lungs to gasp and cough like a beginner at the end of a long run.

I pecked the keys abruptly as I added cigarette butts one-by-one to an already filled ashtray.

Which resembled a two toned rainbow of bright red and gold with its backdrop in gray.

I slip my hands into a pair of soft white lace gloves as I walked towards the nightstand.

My fury is softened as I realize that loyalty must be a requirement and not a command.

I opened the drawer to discover two plane tickets to Hawaii, paper clipped to a wad of cash.

A note which read “If you found the earring don’t jump to conclusions and leave in a dash!”

“I need your full trust so I hope and pray that your assumptions don’t lead you to act rash!”

“Oh and about the earring you will find the match to it is located in the purple velvet sash.”

I opened the sash to find an invitation, he wrote, “Please become my wife underneath the sun!”

Now feeling foolish beyond measure, I’m reluctant to read on any further, for I already feel stunned!

He said, “I hope that your search led you to a desired treasure, Please say yes, because World War II may come fast.”

“I need to know that when I return home that you will be my future from a more pleasant and harmonious the past.”

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Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature

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I perfumed my sweet love letter
Missing you every hour of the day
Trace my words with your finger
Feel my heart in every word I say

Please be safe on that battlefield
Take care in everything you do
Don't you scratch that perfect body
Listen up soldier I'm ordering you

See my lip print on my love letter
You know we're still a perfect fit
In your favorite sundress waiting
So don't you dare think to quit

Everyday I hang another ribbon
On "Oak" for each day you're gone 
Your heart's gonna melt inside you
When you read my romantic song

Can't wait for you to come home
Until then I'm saving you a place
My love is an everlasting river
I'm living for that very moment 
That very moment.. I see your face

Contest: Rose's "Letters To War"
Date: 8-22-14

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He's My Hero- SONG 3

He might be just a photograph,
but I know he's more than that despite
what people say.
His love and words are stronger than steel,
the distance won't make me stop loving him.

He's strong, always pushing on, 
Never looking back.
He left the things and ones he 
loves behind knowing
this might be the last time
and he's mine

To feel his embrace, to listen to his voice, 
to hear his breath.
I don't care about the consequences
I just want to be with what's
'till he can't stay anymore.

When he has to be strong, and push on
trying his hardest not to look
He left his life and the one he
loved behind knowing
that this could be the last time
but he's mine

I can't sleep at night, knowing he's
out there, somewhere. 
Is he safe?
How can I pray?
Oh, GOD, please bring him home!
I can't live without him.
Just bring him home 'cause

I don't know how I can stay strong
and push on
as he's watching his and his brothers' backs.
He left the one he loves at home
knowing there's that
But he's mine.
And I don't care about anyone else

Hear my prayer...
          Bring him home...
Distance won't stop my love...
I just want to be with him...

He's strong, still pushing on
No longer looking back.
He's back to the things and ones he
left behind knowing
he's back to stay.
And he's mine.

He's Mine...

         HE'S MY HERO...

Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation

The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation

The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.

The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.

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Bloody Observance

We fight this war as enemies
Yet if we threw away are weapons
We could be the best of friends
We would never know

We fight on impulse
With a fear of slaughter and pain
We came face to face
We did not speak
Only our fears fought  

I now stand above you
Then kneel and close your eyes
I have killed you
I search your pockets and find a photograph
It’s of your mother, wife and children
It’s wet
I look closely and see tears 
Streaming from their eyes
I fall and weep in victory

We were only boys 
Who wanted to laugh and play
And stay alive
Only boys

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The Alternate Story

With every word, with every phrase,
You breathe, you come alive,
A tale of truth, mapped with reality,
Or a dream unlived for which you thrive,
You live through what is written,
Or you choose to hold your pens,
It doesn’t matter how it ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins,

Broken hour glasses of the War,
Acting as the mirror to see through the past,
The good is victorious, and is glorified,
And evil is evil, because in the battle they did not last,
With their blood, is inked the war diary,
So winner takes it all, and is called as ‘good’, hence,
As it doesn’t matter how the war ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

And then there is Romeo, falling in love
And Juliet waiting for him in the Balcony,
They kill Romeo, and justify the murder,
But love is charged for an unforgivable felony,
Died, the felons leave the stage,
But love lives irrespective of the skins
As it doesn’t matter how the life ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

You pose the king of you story,
Or in their game, you are just a pawn,
Your story is written in this moment,
Larger than life; this moment is never gone,
So when they bury you as a ‘Sinner’,
Be the phoenix to rise from your sins,
As it doesn’t matter how the Story ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

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                                                      THE GLORY HUNT

                                  Heard the birdsong of delicate blush dawning

                                  Dreamed the soft breath yearning kisses of my darling

                                  Wakened to the flashing agony of wicked truth;

                                  Veiled my trembling heart in black.

                                 Rode old warlords down the path with swords a-blazing

                                 Turned the valiant head of my love with his thirst for glory

                                 Tried a secret warning in my desperate tell tale kiss;

                                 Dead he was before he left my arms.

V Anderson-Throop

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Why is it so that you have to fight ?
when you know you're all brothers and this aint right...
Why is it so that you have to be greedy?
when you have enough, more than the poor and needy...
Why is it so that you have to be jealous?
when you know its not right and may even hell us...
Why is it so that you are not thankful to the ALMIGHT?
when you see others can you bear such a sight?
Why is it so that you have become blind
with fame and pride just in your mind?
But the time will come when you all will see
and regret and weep and then no one will be

forgiven and will be sent to an unimaginable place no man has seen
and there they'll be punished and wont even have their family there to lean.......

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Beautiful------- BLOOD-------- Stain:::::::::::::::::::::::::

Living amongst Hell's battles with little to gain aftermath brings stinging rain as beauty dwells in the blood of the stain

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Far and away
We lovers walked
Across the meadow to the sea
And when our toes were on the cliffs
We stepped off into memory

Far and away
My soldier sailed
Promised dazzling war won fame
Across the world he heard the call
To earn high glory for his name

Far and away
My heart is lost
Across the sea to lands unknown
Amidst the strangers raised on hate
My lover died there all alone

Far and away
Fore’er  I’ll  weep
Binding ribbons round a wreathe
Behind the moon a new star shines
Life stolen from my lover’s  breath 

Far and away
We lovers walked
Across the meadow to the sea
And when our toes were on the cliffs
We stepped off into memory

V Anderson –Throop  ©2014

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Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action 

Now I dwell in  the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me

Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying 
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on

written 01/23/2014

contest Yesterday

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Through A Prison Glass

You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised,
you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried.
I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry,
i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story.

You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me,
the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. 
Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk,
i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. 

I needed you, when i was in need,
i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed.
I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart,
but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart.

You said i failed you,
you cried to me and i knew it was true.
But i needed you to understand me,
but you went your way and upset me.

The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out,
i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. 
I've lost you for good this time, 
so i think i have to do one more crime. 

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Here as I wander through this vast and sometimes unsympathetic world, with those who claim to be more civilized than they that walk with their backs to the sun…yet they fight amongst each other and reek havoc and rage war and shed each others blood over trivial matters like the color of each others skin or the way in which you should worship our God! They don’t even love each other as they should as the word of God so commanded them to do! They even rage war inside their own homes…sons against their fathers, they are each filled with hate and malice towards each other...for a status of dominations, which matters not in death but only to the here and now, which passes like the speed of light. They are vain and self absorbed inside of a world in which they have each created with delusions of grandeur and deceit. No true love for each other yet they claim to be supreme beings above all others? Animals don’t kill just for the thrill or just because they can, they do it only to survive and because sometimes they are in fear. But we do it out of self satisfaction or just because we can…take heed my brothers and sisters all is not good and what appears to be good is not, for it is far more important to love and submit to each and other than to stand as sole king or queen on hill were no one else lives or comes…somehow our good intent to become more better than the animals has turned into some type of misdirection on why we are really here? Love can't be misdirected, it can only be not given or received.

Details | Rhyme | |

Love is a Shotgun

Not the gun
sounds of hearts
engaged in battle
not having fun

Shells litter the ground
love is a hidden treasure
packed with ammunition
better off not found

Love is war
relationship gunfight
loaded with fools
smoking barrels
blinded eyesight

Love is never done
Love bleeds loud
Love will run
Love will kill 
Love is a shotgun

Details | Couplet | |

Freedom gives itself away

Everytime i think i am hiding
hiding from experience 
the thought flow forever blinding
captive in its omnipresence 
certain paths have no finding
beware of any convergence
a rigid view forever binding.
Seek to witness truth in beauty
witness the beauty in truth
a bite of apple can prove fruity
each natural chunk holds proof
change perception alter reality
experience the magnitude of truth
don’t assert the definition of congeniality.

Details | Free verse | |

David Meets Goliath

     And David slew Goliath
       The goliath of his cares 
        A little lad he was in stature
         But a giant at heart he is 
          He steps up to mammoth trials
           His chest with armor bare
             Knowing a thrust from this giant
              Will through him run his spear
                But the giant hearted young lad
                  Stepped up with lack of fear
                   He knows his God is with him
                     And naught can he destroy
                      So bravely go he faces
                       Old Goliath and his spear
                        And conquer he did conquer
                         As with empathy we show we care

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If there's a chance, 
Can we have this dance?

I will take a life's race, 
will you come with me to face?

Tears flowered to my eyes,
save my soul,
will you do?

Don't tremble or fumble, 
as I touch your lips
Yet express joy, 
as I joke and play on gyst

Hero, that I want to be for you
Crashing all your hurts and pains

Be by your side, forever be
Vowing to be only yours, 
Only yours...

But would you consider me?
Will you take me as well?

A lie 
Never ever will you tell
"Only us", that you will swear?

1:38 pm

"Supernatural power we humans don't possess, yet with our own way we can be heroes even for a day.... "


Details | Couplet | |

For Love Of A Child

For love of a child, a heart was stilled A pledge to his son had been fulfilled A promise that although apart He'd be there always in his heart For love of a child, a father gone His baby left to carry on Without his strong and caring dad To share the times they should have had For love of a child, he risked it all To protect his little one so small Gave everything that he could give He died so that his child could live

Details | Sonnet | |

from slopes to brines

She waited on the skyline, bloom and thorn
accordment of their oaths and thoughts at night
annealed recited entity - vows sworn
- the brave ascended to the Halls of light.

War-bullet traveled through the frozen air
companion loved - his stare embraced the ferns
- the laurel and the sage ascribed his fair
the stalwart chose the path of moon and ernes.

Dim lantern's flame her thought - on peaks beseech
ornate the winds surpass the granite plate
denounced the corteges and oaths to breach,
her highness steps, adorned demise, third fate.

And in the mists when winds bemoan in pines
their solemn words will fly from slopes to brines.

© G.V. 06-05-2013

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An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Violence is in your schools and communities that is the proof
Every tear can be a drop of nourishment 
Each one of us can help to create this critical mass peace embodiment
The absence of war or other hostilities
Evil is lurking that is a fact and reality
Freedom from quarrels and disagreement
Why must we hate and have so much resentment?
Everyone wants to live in a world with peace and free from strife
I know I want joy and love in my life
Pacifism is the opposition to war or violence
So let us keep aggression silence
Peace is shalom 
It still means the same in both verb and noun form
It is the optimum conditions for life to unfold
To the human race it is more precious than gold	
Peace is a source of energy 
It is love, affection and empathy 
It will create health and prosperity 
It is a bridge between love and spirituality 
We should cultivate the mind and bring sight to the blind
Peace in this world is hard to find
More than what any money is worth
I pray to God for peace on earth

"Peace is what happens when all peoples are free to develop themselves in the way they 
want, without having to fight for their rights.” 
—Bruno Picozzi

Details | Terzanelle | |

Weary - Chopped III

Weary, I am weary of traveling life;
this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell -
barstools, my buddies; a typewriter, my wife.

I want to settle, forsake this hotel hell, 
buy my last airline ticket and throw away
this suitcase, the home I carry like a shell.

This great war keeps me writing news to dismay,
soldiers' stories hard to portray; I want to
buy my last airline ticket and throw away

all the harsh reminders, hurry home to you,
let pink stained cigarettes kiss mine in the tray.
Soldiers stories, hard to portray, I have to

forget; with you build a lovers' hideaway,
return this lonely, golden earring you gave, 
let pink stained cigarettes kiss mine in the tray.

I must return to shores where freedom's flags wave,
return this lonely golden earring you gave. 
Weary I am weary of traveling life - 
barstools, my buddies; a typewriter, my wife.

November 19, 2014

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She stood there on the balcony
watching him riding off to war
her heart was full of mutiny
crushed she held onto the bar
there would be no matrimony

Juliet was full of acrimony
hating the powerful Tsar
far away the cacophony
the sound of the battle of war
drifting up to the balcony

Juliet waited for his pony
hearing distantly his sitar
his voice singing songs so corny
she ran to him down the sandbar
now there could be matrimony

written 02/13/2014
contest: Juliet

my first Quintella I hope I got the form right

Details | Ballad | |


The Freedom song
We finally wake from masked confusion
and realise the vast illusion
vanities, egos and promotions
caused wasteful carnage and sad emotions
the world was cleansed with artificial care
grandeur, greed with none to spare
never forget and never forgive
the shackled way we had to live.
what they have sown, now let them reap
our souls are fed and now complete.
So on lonely farms and crowded streets
in palaces and in slums
give welcome to freedoms quickening feet
As silently it comes. 
When you see a poor man crouched alone,
A hungry, helpless thing
set him on a moonbeam throne 
and treat him like a king. 
to all those who wear a hunters crown
and feast on your remains
rip away their purple gowns
And let them feel the peoples pain
Serene, unchanging, ever fair,
freedom smiles with secret mirth
And in a surge of insane devotion
we can release this captive earth
No iron bars, no flashing guns,
No land, no sky, no sea,
not even a bolts from Satins hell
Can keep freedom away from me

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Asleep with Eyes Open

He sits in a chair
Looking out to nowhere
Haunted blank stare
Open eyes unaware

Sitting in a chair with wheels
No one knows what he feels
Is there anything for him that's real

A young girl visits every day
She hates to see him this way
He used to have so much to say
She longs for him to be okay

His body is near
Yet his mind isn't here
locked away by fear
Look close you may see a tear

Through his darkness he hears her voice
Awakened he makes a choice
His dry tongue becomes moist

Back to reality
From the brink of infinity
Her love sets him free
Brings him where he's supposed to be

He paid a terrible cost
So many years were lost
A mind locked in frost

The victim of war
Shook to his core
He couldn't take anymore
So his mind shut the door

Finally he is awake
First tentative steps to make
She holds him as he starts to shake
Yes they have a new journey to take

A soul awakened contest.

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Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.

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In the Midst of It

Let me tell you a true story.
Hopefully to show God’s power and His glory.
Two army buddies, friends that went A.W.O.L.
Absent without leave a military crime, a foul.

Two young men scared in Saigon, not more than eighteen.
Came over together from Oakland meeting, both young and green.
Naïve they were and pretty scared too.
Made a deal on the plane, “You cover me, I’ll cover you.”

Madness, chaos, helicopters flying around in the air.
Daytime, night time, the rumbling and thumps where constantly there.
The outside perimeter, with Saigon close by they kept vigil, they protected.
Turns out the two soldiers, disillusioned with the killings became dejected.

So tired of the killings, bombings they met a bar owner and stayed with him.
Each night you had to be in at 7:00 the curfew set in.
MP’s Vietnamese and Americans patrolled the streets for movement, watching within.
So the bar locked up good and tight you were their for night, till the dawns light set in.

Two soldiers In a Hotel-Bar- Brothel, and a vicious civil war.
Knowing when returning to base they would have some emotional scars.
One night late two weeks from camp the soldiers awoke to a flash shattered glass a rocket had hit the hutch next door.
Two soldiers hearing the cries and screams of woman and children, the innocents the poor.

Screams, cries desperate and whimpering could be heard inside the hut.
Let’s face it they were in the worse way bleeding and cut.
The five trapped had a soldier that didn’t care if he was AWOL; all he cared about was getting them out of the fire.
The soldier went in an out three times and he didn’t tire.

Looking back at the incident the other soldier aided the burnt and suffering as help arrived.
Without them these people never had a chance, they were caught off base, yes. But they were blessed and these people survived.
They for sure have the love and appreciation of the people they saved that day.
So in that moment that time they didn’t care of the race of these people they were humans and it didn’t matter to the two soldiers no way.

What happened to them? They were given a court martial an undesirable discharge, sent home.
What would you have done if you were the one?
Not even twenty finished with the war, the greatest lesson here is if they weren’t at that hotel, they wouldn’t have ever discovered that all are human.
In the midst of all the chaos, killing, mayhem, gave these two soldiers the love knowing that innocents needed help and they did for their fellow man

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Tonight, we have won

“You’re brave, you know
              …staying here with me in this brightly lit world
full of people with dark hearts.” 
"I don’t know if I’m brave." 
" but I’m not scared of dying either, 
because I never felt alive until I found you
                  …and the only reason this place is bright, is because of you.”
“The bombs flash, and light up my eyes, and you look into them deeper,
because we’re afraid. We’re clinging to life; using each other. Aren’t we?” 
"I am using you. I’m using your eyes as beacons, to find my way back to camp, your heart to calm the rhythm of my own; and find sleep in the chilling silence of my brother’s screams. He’s still out there, you know? His eyes were still open when we ran, I can’t believe I left him. I can’t believe he’s gone.." 
"You didn’t leave him, they took him. You would never leave anyone. You never left me, even when I told you to. Begged you not to follow me here…This wasn’t even your, nor your brother’s war." 
"Your war, is my war Angel…and my brother, he fell for the cause, or maybe he just wanted to protect me. I should have protected him!!" 
"Listen to my heart Samuel, feel it. We’re alive. We’re together. Tonight, we have won." 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Just leave my man alone

Bad people come and go
but this one wont leave him alone
I wish she'd leave my man be
because he's got someone like me

That bad person won't leave my man be
she hurt him before 
I was left to pick up the pieces
which seeing him like this hurts me 
I just want him to be happy

Not that I care if they were friends
but she won't give it up
she wants him back
but I refuse to give him up
he is everything to me 

why won't she just leave him be
She says to him he's everything to her
if that were true why does she hurt him

if she truly loved him 
why would she cheat 
even hurting him again and again

All the sudden he finds anew 
and she wants him back 

I believe it's because he's mine now
I refuse to let him go 
he is everything to me 

I don't want to see him go down
He deserves nothing but the best
which to me shes nothing like that
She should just let him go
He is mine now. 

please leave my man be
I'm sick of the games she plays with his heart
I love him and he loves me
So please leave my man be 

find anew and maybe next time think again
before hurting a man or someone elses

Thanks again. 


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Money practical, coveted buying, selling, owning cash, fund, generosity, trust hoping, feeling, sharing pure, honest Love

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returned Valentine


her heart's overwhelmed
as her Valentine returns
from Afghanistan

In cahoots with the local mailman, Airman Louis Patrillos hides out-of-sight as the postman returns the special valentine his wife had sent him.  Then quickly Lou appears, announcing,  "Honey, I'm Home!" just as she bursts into tears.  

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Love confession in war

Excitement tears to pieces her heart,
Like the thunder destroys the sky.
She wants to forget, she wants to try...
But all emotions boil in the blood.

"Honey, Where are you?"
She wants to say - "I'm with you"
But there is no answer and silence around
Big rain-drops fall on the ground.

She waits so long as if time is stopped,
She is alone in the ruthless world,
She waits so long and life is dropped,
Her only thought that time is gold.

"Honey, darling, my brave soldier,
Safe your country and your life.
War is not only the fight for happy future,
It's also time to spend your single life"

She looks with fear at the window,
The clear glass is all in drops.
There are cold tears in the mirrow,
They run like water and it falls.

"Go away, go away this scaring image
In your usual world of nature,
Go away and let me know,
I understand your vivid lecture!"

When people started to fight
The bright day turns into the cruel night
War is everywhere:
In people's heart and people's head.

War is like a black evil kite,
He destroys by his wings daily light.

When people started to fight,
War settles in the house,
Nobody remembers, who is wrong or right,
But families will be apart in their rouse.

So, she stays at home and remember his face.
She dreams about the long-waited meeting,
About his touch and tender embrace,
Warm and desired greeting.

The finish will be...When? 
Who knows,
Rain will run away and drop just falls.

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For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...

it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

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It seems just like yesterday not even gravity would take me off the earth
But when you took me into your arms, you changed it all

Scenes keep locks on the sound of love
I feed on riddles of words
Silence have something to say
Seeking through the shapes and forms of remedy
And clogging at this love tragedy
You crawl and swim in my mind, arranges and rearranges my own beliefs
I stare at my mirror
Its easier when you ride on fantasies
Its harder when voices, kisses, embraces, thoughts tears you apart
But its enough when love leaves you widely open and exposed

It was just yeaterday you took a king's seat in my heart

I'm searching through the scenes in my mind
Seeking through forms and shapes in the tragedies and remedies on my mind
I'm feeding on proverbs and quotes from love best known norms
And silence have something to say
Shadows starts to dance in my heart
Pooping champagnes, ballets and twists
It breaks my heart so bad
But there's a hidden story of candles that occured
These celebrations peeping a spark out of dark is not normal
Nights are jellied and lured direct from heaven above
But its yesteday when we started writing this love
What is romance?
Silence have something to say

You stood for love
I listened to my angry emotions that pounded in love styles
Loved the games disguised in bright meeky hues
Now am paying to the enemy of love

You fished my desires and swang who I am
You patrolled my needs so you could have your way, all your way
You kissed me hard leavening me with orange linen on my lips
Tinted shades flow endlessly up down my strings
Darkness glows as I lie next to you
And doubts creeps in my soul as you try to baby your mistakes
I go insane
Am standing in the mouth of pressure, balancing on the edges of trust
The take-a-ways, oh the millions mistakes,
I try to peel away from the chemistry of our love
But silence have something to say

Pain and anger dazzles at my face
You talking tall again, all higher power again
Cycles of steamy pain burns my soul
Its high time I killed the enemy

But suddenly you kiss the stars straight from heaven and blow them right to my heart again
I dream as I rub myself with life or death intuations
And love burn and rave at my slogans
This is a journey that never ends
The voices at my head returns you to me
You're the enemy I can't live without
Without you am a crazy disaster thats better with death
Cus the high insanity of this love is out of this place
And so I rip my heart and give it to you, its better you'll keep it away from your harm
And am not ready to let love die a not so a natural death
Cause you're my e enemy , you're my source
And all these mistakes, errors, betrays, open wounds please wrap them up
Put in this dark coffin and burry deep in the clay of your memories till they wear and wither out
Tarnish the enemy for a better us
And the idle pain will have nothing but to run
Babe love is a change agent, it clears pain and gives out warmth
So hold me tight as we get armed up against this enemy of love

21/12/2013 liz leppy

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Into infinity

You asked how long i'd love you...until the end of time
Your memory has no's worth millions in my mind
Worth more than gold and silver and mansions made of money
Your presence makes me richer than any man could be
Sweet kisses just like honey...sour scorn and dark delights
From now into infinity...4ever you are mine

Beauty's turning ugly...once wrapped tight I now unwind
Unraveling at a lifetime lost...this world can be unkind
I seek you in the desert
I search for you at sea
I look for you in the lost and found on miles of misery
I walk through wicked war gain a soldiers prize
From now into infinity...4ever you are mine

Our time is drawing closer...i can feel you in my heart
I can see you in my visions and i can hear you in my thoughts
Now i'm running like a rabbit just to find my lonesome wolf
I'm crushing skulls and skeletons on heavy metal hooves
I fall just like a shooting star...but like the sun i rise
From now into infinity...4ever you are mine

The night is black and the moon is full
On bleeding knees i beg and plead...for i am just your fool
Your arms and legs wrapped around set sparks inside my soul
You turn sad war into love and make the missing whole
Eternity is in your eyes...too long apart now we're together
We make deep cuts and drink the wine
From now into infinity...4ever you are mine

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The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
A playful
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

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To Repeat a Dream

Alas, after waiting several years
The pain has stopped and so have the tears
Thanks to senators and other military sources
I can once again be in the U.S. Armed Forces

What started as a nightmare has finally changed
My life has suddenly been rearranged
It took so much patience and what little I had
Was used for a fight, which at first had gone bad

Some of us have tried to do our part
And many were discharged and it broke their heart
But after four years of fighting the “Never’s” and “No’s”
I will be back at sea, going where ever the wind blows

I tried three times to get in the Army
But the rejection I got was somewhat alarming
We are in the middle of a war, why not say, “Yes”?
Instead of shutting me down and my having my cries suppressed

Not only will I be a much higher rate
I will have more responsibility piled up on my plate
This path will put me on the bridge, not the deck
Where I can look from afar to make sure the ship is in ‘spec’

To serve this country is a man’s greatest honor
To follow the footsteps of my dad and grandfather
For I will never shun someone for going to war
Although it hurts those at home whose hearts will be sore

Make every attempt to make it better for us
It is your support and love that we truly can trust
Believe in the soldiers and sailors overseas
Your love and support will grant us all ease

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Does the War Ever Really End

A moment stauls...
Somewhere in between
What shall always be... 
Known as my lost and forever hour

Where I wake to sounds of thrashing rains
A clock sits staring, ticking and tocking
My own darkness illuminating lightning
Distant thunder following her in shame

Although, throes of raven blackness
Slumber holds on to the pitch
But, I pass through limbo hallways of surreal
Stumbling forth in directions by my blinded feel itch

Walls of lucid memories like dripping paint 
Begin to lapse deep into the younger years 
And creaking footfalls shatter their echo
Of certian remembered fears 

"Ah" deja vu sounds the alarm even further
Cracks from father’s room, is the ceiling leaking?
Into my little ears I'm more awake
As I hear the faint famaliar tears of weeping

My curiosity ever stronger than before
And innocent eyes through doorways peer
It’s the war again; Mom said he tried...
To leave it all behind, but still it's always there

And the storm's outside, but in a booming violence
Rushes back surreal into the unforgotten killing
The death, its experiences still locked up
Within his mind never free or escaping

A heroes love is his strength
Protecting me from a world with terrible pains
But, somehow I’ve learned to understand
That he needs his son, to calm his troubled angst

And silently I step
Inching slowly towards him
And nestle up within his trembling hands
Tugging upon one sleeve whispering "Dad, oh dad?"

“God has sent me here”
I say directly in his ear
Quieter now “To love you”
My tone gentle to his needs

Wiping away his tears
He whispers back...
“I know”
And picks me up, relieved

And in turn we face the scene
Of a passing storm into silence
As the rain seems alive to notice
Stopping to watch our mends in evanescence

We are somewhat aware we are within God's presence 
Looking to each other with a shrug
And then my dad holds me up
Giving this boy the biggest hug

Beneath the returning quiet 
And the ambience of moonray light
He carries me back to my room
And places me into bed amid the last flash of white

Pulls the blankets up
Knowing this will comfort me
And I’ll never forget the words
He said so effortlessly 

“One day...
You will have a son
Always let him know you love him
And your bond will never end”

Again I wake, this time
To the sounds of an apologetic rain
The lightening has ceased its battle
And the thunder it no longer blames

I unwind the blanket
And uncover and sit
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes
Awake, on the edge of bed

Was this a dream?
Or a twist of fate reality?
I ponder, running fingers through my hair
And, merely reflect upon it

Then I realize…
I was not alone
Dad is watching, not far away
And I know one day, I'll see him soon, after heaven's gates

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Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears...

I gave you my life
Set aside my pride
Gave you all I had
Crying tears inside
Knowing the wrong doing

Never knew,(were)
Never knew, (how)
All I could say,
Is why

I respected you
I admired you
I loved you

Why all the lies
Why did you break the glass
Spill water all over
Start bomb fires
Causing my tears

I was number one
As you say
You lost me
Tor me apart
Took my blood
Needle and thread melted
Can't put me in one

For tigers and bears
I have no fear
I cooked you a meal
Told you to stay still

Relax and enjoy your day
Even let you go your way
I showed my life
Wanting a kiss
Wanting a touch
Wanting love
I wanted it from you

You took it, somewhere else
Kissing her
Touching her
Made love to her

Then gave me her touch
Played your games
In so many years
Yet I forgave
Not once

I let you stay
I respected you
Loved you
Only you

My body yours
My mind yours
My love yours

You took your advantage and threw 
it away
Causing doctor and nurses to heal 
my bruises
For your lies and mistakes

Now listen to this
Stay far, far away
I don't want you to stay
Don't tell me sorry
Leave songs on my phone
Send flowers to my home
Understand your pride
But, don't come my way
I'm not here to stay
You wasted enough of my time



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Scars, that's what endear 
to a grenadier.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Hurry Home

My dear,
As I'm lying on your pillow here

I pray for God to watch over you each night
And help guide you through your daily plights

I can hear sounds of wispiring winds
And see through window's pane a mighty stars spin

Just knowing your battling on foreign soil
Over someone else's turmoils

Makes me just love you that much more
But please hurry home hun to finish your own dam choirs

                                                Meowwwww LOL

Tribute To Our Troops And Loved Ones
Hurry Home
God Bless U.S.A.

Also Entry For Brian Strand's 
My Dear Contest

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M. I. A. ( Missing In Action )

The date was nineteen and sixty nine,
A soldier wrote a girl named Caroline,
The VC were starting to close in,
He wasn't sure when he could write again.

But there was something he had to say.
Three words he should have said before this day.
He poured out his heart on every line,
Then finished with "I love you Caroline".

The letter arrived one winter's day,
Weeks after she heard he was MIA.
And her tears stained the page as she read,
For in her heart she knew that he was dead.

He had disappeared without a trace;
Lost somewhere in that God forsaken place.
The Army said he might not be found,
So an empty box was placed in the ground.

Then she tried to move on with her life,
And she became a mother and a wife.
But each year she visited his tomb,
Around the time the flowers were in bloom.

This went on for nearly thirty years;
Yet no amount of time could dry her tears.
She would pray beside his empty grave:
"How could this be the fate of one so brave?"

Then one day, in nineteen ninety nine,
A phone call sent a shiver down her spine.
While breaking ground just south of Hung Yen,
Some workers found the bones of seven men.

One of those men was her soldier boy,
And after he was shipped back from Hanoi,
They honored each MIA who served,
Then buried him the way that he deserved.

If you call America your home,
From Tampa to Oahu and to Nome. 
Don't forget the men still MIA.
And pray to God that they come home one day.

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Sweet Surrender

Sweet victory 
is not won without chaste
but love lost and gone
you did not leave without haste
a surrender was not there
without the last breath of victory's fate
on that night of the late

Love has hope in victory and defeat
but it is not won without the discreet
the battle will rage were the war drums beat
and the battle is below the warriors feet
were even the great can have defeat
on that night of the late

When do you give into war or love
will you still be the source
for pureness of love
can the rage still be tamed
without the war there can be no help
without the love there can be no hope
so do you give in with that sweet surrender
or keep pressing on with victories sweet taste
on that night of the late

By: Kylie Arello
a.k.a. ME 

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ONE  WILL  DREAM                                                                                                           

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Das Ein Mannlein

Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals. 

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                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.

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Think What I Think

Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat

Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have control of my destiny

Everyday, I come to realize at night
With my eyes wide,
That my flesh I dont have to Fight,
Because Christ runs my life,
And he takes the boulders off my shoulders,
I am the gun and he is the holder,
I am the clay and he is the molder,
And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older

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kill not sweet child

kill not

sweet child

that blood

will sour

the soul

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It's a complicated situation that I'm facing.
Between broken dreams and death planning conversations.
Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin.
Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation.
I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my
family and friends.
Please lord tell me will this pain every end.
Can I ever walk with you and make Amen’s?
Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been.
The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men.
I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in.
They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration.
Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation.
By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation.
It's sad to say it's darker by the day.
It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed.
After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days.
These are my situations

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Be My Valentine, For the End is Near

Dashing through the streets
Ready for the world
I join you

Sprinting through cities
Prepared for the end
I love you

Gasping for breath
as we reach this crescent 
I become one with you

For the eagerness of the 
predawning to all of our 
For the love that grows 
through surviving this 
And for the relief of all when 
the end finally arrives

I ask you, my dear
Will you be my Valentine?

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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.

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The Visitor-

The town lay dark and sleeping,
people safe ,in beds were keeping.
Only I , restless , hounded.
walked down the street,
heart pounded.
What called me from my nightly slumber?
Something lonely, a despairing hunger.
Through the gate , a soldier stumbles,
in the distance , cannon rumbles.
Suddenly , in my arms he falls,
“1863? he said,” do you see the musket balls?”
His blood soaks through a letter,
he pushes in my hands.
“Give this to my Jeanette,
make sure she understands!”
With one last cold and wintry breath,
Like fog he disappears,
I’m bewildered , frightened,
for he didn’t know the year.
It’s 2013 now, and Jeanette is now long gone,
I keep the blood stained letter ,
in my mind the cannon echoes on.

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I see your face
The memories we share
Underneath that starlit sky 
When you were still here
Before we muttered goodbye
I feel those butterflies
That mixture of emotion pulsing through my veins
The feeling of suffocating
Just from saying your name
Recap my favorite images again and again
Your face so perfect 
Your brown eyes burning
The sweet way you were smirking
The way you blend 
Congruence between you and me 
The imminent euphoria
Found within “us” and “we”
Every fiber of my being longs to be with you
When you kissed my lips 
My necessity for you was recognized 
I choose suspension
If it takes a century
Never will I find
What you mean to me
Driving away
Fighting the repressive
Dealing with my feelings for you
My panicked objective
Feeling the sting in my voice before I left
As I said goodbye and I will miss you with regret
We have been distanced
And yet we are so close
Every second of the day is when I feel you the most
They can send you over seas 
They can make me afraid
That you won’t return
They can play with my pain
They can puncture my heart piece by piece
You see they are cutting a hole
But they will never possess the capability
 Of draining my Soul. 

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A Posting to Remember

We met during the war on this now famous sunny isle
Like a moth to a flame, was her infectious smile
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard an MTB
Keeping shipping lanes open, for the Mediterranean Fleet

Whilst the war years progressed you could sense the islands bravery
Heavily bombed and damaged, under threat of Axis slavery
Although we lived amidst, we could only marvel at their spirit and guile
They fought hard for their liberty on that famous sunny isle

I'll never forget the times, endured during this terrible war
Camaraderie became their strength, for what they had fought-en for
Simple life went on, amidst the cafes and the bars
My new found love from this famous sunny isle, became my married dove

We still recall the radio broadcast, declaring that war is over
As we headed back to my homeland, to Scotland and live in clover
The day that we embarked, many a tear fell from our eyes
Looking back at this famous sunny isle, under peaceful azure blue skies

Many a word we spoke, whilst we sailed to Southampton Port
Now demobbed, to a civilian, hopefully the war mongers are brought to court
Although the war years showed their horrors, respect was never far away
This famous sunny isle, wears the George Cross in deserved display

Heading home to Scotland, past fields in harvest bloom
This proud Royal Navy sailor, with his bride and he a groom
We cried as we passed the war torn, not only was it the famous sunny isle
For the war had been so expansive, in it's putrid inhuman vile

We settled on the West Coast, amidst the heather and the glens
Bringing up our boys, praying they'll never be fighting men
Many nights we stayed up, answering questions of our past
From that famous sunny isle, our true love would always last

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The Revolt of Romance and the Returned Remedy

We tore out this hell and sank this English ship
We rafted a life till the Americas ran us dry
A sandy engagement, laughter, our world to tip
Our beats, our waves to sounds ugliest cry
In plunged your thunder to our words your stip
To have us quiet, browbeat, safe and nigh 
Old masters married our merriment to desolation
Boys gauged, girls versed, and learned a false elation

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Tausug children are the hope of the motherland
If the struggle for independence of the Tausug Nation is failed today
Yesterday shall never die for tomorrow
They are the inheritors if today’s craft
For tomorrow shall it last? 
Failures are just but memories of the past. 
That shall begin for the future task. 

Dedicated to the Sulu Children
Taman Mesra, Sandakan. 
12:19 am, June 12, 2009.

Details | I do not know? | |

Love Left Behind

I gave you my HEART,
   And now i have nothing left.
I have no heart to feel.
   I have no faith to keep me going.
I have no hope to share.
   I can not take it back; because i gave it to you, to hold and keep.
I'm a life-less, Dead hearted mortal, who can no-longer feel nor love.
No-longer to feel butterflies in my stomach  as i see your wonderful, warm, caring smile.

Because i gave it all to you.
I left it all behind, so you can love me the way i did,
             And now you're gone.
          Only a memory in my head.

                        but my love for you is still the same.

*comment if you have any thought. (or fav poem) :)*


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If I had lived yesterday
in that chaotic world echoing
of Gatling guns shots and canon blasts,
I would have made a difference:
hate and prejudice would have not prevailed,
and power wouldn't have been abused;
from History's records, we know that even 
when Jesus lived it wasn't that peaceful!
During the American Civil war,
Northerners fought Southerners...
did they hear Scarlet's desperation,
or the moaning of her loss as war went on?
And for sometime, it had become
a modus vivendi she couldn't change.
Let's return to the stark reality of the present:
have we noted some drastic changes
in Government and social behavior?
Yes, it has given us more liberty,
but another war has shattered many hopes
of ever seeing peace as blood continues to be shed...
while nations arm themselves to their teeth!
How can we welcome those winds of change and feel safe,
if we tell our children that danger still exists?
And has society been kinder and more caring?
Obscenity, teen sex, violence, greed, vulgarity
and exploited sexuality are being condoned by many;
we wouldn't be that cool if we didn't use obscene words,
and worst of all, we are called hermits or asexual
if we abstain from sex to prevent those sexual diseases!
Is this rebellion, or a trend of the new generation?
Having unprotected sex, making babies, 
laying the burden on their Government that's fighting
a terrorist war? Do we seen any future
for these lost kids who imitate the habits of their parents?
Blame them? Ah! Lots of things would be changed,
if they turned to God and ask for His guidance!
And to end my visceral narrative, I shamefully confess, 
" I hate to live in this loathsome age of greed!"

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Broken Heart Warfare

So full of hurt
Heart Stomped in the dirt
But I'll get up
I'll brush off my skirt

Paste a smile on my face
Get back in the race

My fake laugh I'll embrace
While so alone in this place
I'll fake my sweet grace
Tie my hair up in lace

Hope no one will care 
To see past my fake stare
Because I can not bare
To explain my despair 

No I don't need your prayer
Nor your disapproving glare

My sadness will wear
Life's just so unfair
Breaking dear hearts
Like illegal warfare

While my insides repair
I'll just brush this long hair
Fake smile blank stare

Should pull me through
This broken heart warfare.

<3 Kaleelynn

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Soldier's Forgotten Valentine

In the hot desert night he sat all alone
holding a letter in his trembling fist.
A lone tear rolled down his cheek as he read;
her reasons so neatly declared on a list.

She claimed that the love light had drifted away
just as he had to that far distant war.
She'd met someone else while running on empty
and she just didn't love her soldier any more.

Now he rummages through his few belongings
searching for an old valentine card.
He feels like a sentimental fool
and he sure hadn't thought he'd take it so hard.

As night wears on in the midst of this warfare
he battles a hardening heart from within.
He finds that old card and he rips it to shreds
then plasters his face with a sad ,crooked grin.

written Friday February 8th,2013
for contest "Forgotten Valentine"

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Fired Up

Fired Up

Suddenly slow, then frozen up…My heart began to pound.
My computer means so much to me. It’s my touch to the outside world.
Then my knight came in the door… determined my dragon to slay. 
And let me tell you… as dragons go… he can slay anything.

Dragon fire can be hot, but this one was immensely worse.
Nothing at all seemed to work. This dragon was really strong.
Shield after shield fell from my knights’ grip… 
But thank God… he never, ever gave up.

Night after night he fought with might and studied his foe with thought.
Each night he scanned every road… for where a lair could be stowed.
His sword swung with might nightly… erasing him from the land. 
But still the dragon was able to come back breathing fire upon all at hand.

He knew how to open every back door. He was cleverer than any I had seen.
But steady as a rock my knight and prince… continued to protect my way of life.
Finally, one day, with four new shields and with Excalibur by his side…
The dragon's spawn was slayed one last time,  then a miraculous silence remained…

My knight had sacrificed so much time and sleep… that I truly cried.
This dragon was from a far away land where more dragons are made with pride.
But my dear knight is willing to wait by my side… His shield and sword nearby.
Thank you I say with hugs and kisses… For my knight in shining armor, my life… 

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The Seasons Of Change

The Seasons Of Change

How the years have passed me by so fast, it seems like yesterday.
The road through life has twists and turns got lost but found my way.
So many sunsets since that time so much that I have learned.
But for that love I found one spring for her my heart still yearns.

Soldiers still march off to war and old men feel their pain.
Why don’t people ever learn there’s nothing we can gain.
Beat the drums and sound the horns the brave will heed the call.
Then take their names and etch them in a big black marble wall.

The seasons passed me by so fast, oh where did they go.
Fashions never seem to last the new looks like the old.
One thing that has never changed and I hope it never will.
The love that blossoms in the spring between a boy and girl.

I dream of days when love and hope are all that mankind needs.
When poets write and artists paint on canvas lovely things.
When man will look to heaven high to see their reigning king.
And Love between a boy and girl blossoms in the spring.

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I Truly Do Care

I Truly Do Love
Many tear on my pillow
Oh, Baby I truly do care, even though I'm so far far away.

I am a sad solider, must fight this battle,
I saw my friend, others get for killed for no reason.
This blood bath makes me sick, I've so many nights, all these
people wanted is to be free, just too be free....

What's makes me so sad, America, my home, takes freedom for granted.
I can this self destructing from within and no one seems to care. 
I'm a Solider, I come home to fight another battle, All I want to see freedom
To continue to ring, because I truly care.

When do I come home, a get have ass thank you from my country, no help for brothers fought so hard to let freedom ring. Because truly do love ya, yet we cry in silence, because went country continue to free and we to free from what we've seen.

If it wasn't for you baby, I would have gone crazy. I'd be nothing without out you girl and Thank God for sticking by me.  I Truly do Love, I truly do Care.... Love you girl!!

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It hurts so deep,
And you make me cry,
That maybe back at the station,
That, that was our last goodbye. 

We both know that you're strong,
But we both know the chances,
That things go wrong.

I wait for you,
Wait for your call,
And never get a notice,
That battle,
Was your downfall.

Come back safely,
My Soldier Love,
My Captain,
Come home to safety.

March on home my Captain,
March on my solider love,
Keep you head up high,
And look to him above.

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Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries

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Arranged in paradise, by suffering's fate,
to have no end, to be alone and wait,
it was her love, acceptance came so fast
she had no time to think it might not last,
as he, the sailor left, she loved too late;

He'd waited on the dock so long he grew
to be inspired by something she won't do,
'twas just a recognizing love is there
the reaching out for what is everywhere,
but love for her was something all so new;

the chart well planned, and ties that bound the ship
were heaved away, and thus began the trip,
upon the sea, past U-Boats ev'ry one,
yet feared he not, his ship was let to run.
their course away from where the moon would dip.

She on the shore, he on the watch at three,
both dreaming dreams not ever let to be
but absence makes the heart more fonder yet,
and out of sight means not they will forget;
the ship sailed on, and peaceful was the sea;

the gale that came and sank him to the reef,
took from the shore the lady in her grief,
and they were thus to marry, in the sea,
united 'neath the waves, eternally,
depriving love from time, the devil's thief.

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A Soldier's Heart

Oh sail this ship on holy water
Let storms be gone today
For the voice of life seeks a tender heart
Away from these fields of despair
A soldier needs God to recognise me

This letter of life, this beacon of hope
Pray land on mother’s doorstep
And give my family the hug
That I cannot bring
For this brings peace to me

The hands of the children
Reach out to fathers gone
I pray that they will remember me
For time has made a stranger
In my babies memory
I fear on my return
They will not know me

 And wife you will not see
The handsome man of marriage
For war has made me old
This withered face will tell no stories
So pray do not ask me

My youth has been lost 
In generals words and one more push
And my mind has accepted this slaughter
The man that closed the door of home
Cannot return
 Life will never be the same for me

My words belong to the soldier
Not to my lovers tears
For we compete with the dead
 Epitaphs are our confetti
Littering every street
These once happy bodies 
 Lay in no man’s land 
And they’re pain
Are companions to me?

Their faces call out
“Come join the ranks”
And we who know our fate
Scribble with trembling hand
Will this bombardment never cease?
For fear is all over me

 Concealed behind my pencilled words
 Except from all who share death with me
Lies a truth lost in the darkest night
The darkness that possesses this life
 For war is a father to me.

I am the guardian
Of this decomposing life
Only my corpse can give you the truth
So this letter will stay with me

I will send to you, my beloved wife
Thoughts that will protect your life
I cannot write fancy words
 I am fine and I miss you
Hope you and the kids are well
It’s not so bad here
And with gods will 
This war will return the man
That is me.

 Love Jack.
P S your love will always be with me
Should I die please remember me.
Let me sleep in English soil
For England is my home
Though England will be the death of me

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In a bright, hot blue bath of air
The waning day's thick mantle spreads.
Palms rear their green, effulgent heads;
Muezzins call the flocks to prayer.

The sun, in this mid-eastern place,
Is round, and dusty gold, and strange.

If I knew methods to exchange
This place for glimpses of your face,
I'd trade exile in dry Afghanistan
For freedom in a tamer land.

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The other side of Freedom

They said they loved me.
 Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
 Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
 As their lethal load hit like rain sheets. 

I watched their love puncture the city walls
 And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
 Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
 Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad. 

I saw the hate build with each blood drop
 Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
 For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
 This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone. 

(c) Nyonglema

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My Last Plea

Though my eyes are open I cannot see,
I know my name but not who I be.
The sun it shines but I get no light,
Every second of the hour it seems you want to fight.
My love is a river with nowhere to go,
Like a puddle or pond with nowhere to flow.
Trapped and confided I can’t escape these thoughts,
Cursed and ridiculed; is this my fault.
I smile, I love, and I give my all,
But pain and bullsh_t is all I cause,
I’m surrounded...there’s no way out,
By lies and things I know nothing about.
Will you ever stop and present me the chance,
To have your love I worked for
and not be judged by your glance,
Not put down for someone else’s past,
Not acknowledge as the driver of someone else’s crash.
Not as the problem I seem to be,
An unneeded piece to a puzzle complete.
Is there a place that we can one day belong?
A place where this pain and the hurting is gone.
There is; but can we fix it before we get there,
Or do my eyes have to close forever...
before you see how much I care.

Details | I do not know? | |


Old man, face wrinkled with age, moves slowly down bus, walking stick in shaky hand. Bus jolts, old man mutters. Kindly hand grabs arm. Fat lady, jolly face. Aunt Betty when he was young. Mirror reflections. Old man sits down wearily Woman in front, loaded with shopping, and two young children. One with runny nose, other chocolate covered face. Wife, children long ago. Mirror reflections. Old man gets off bus, walks down road. Lowered head, eyes sad. Places newly cut flowers by gravestones, three. Family killed in blitz. tears run down face. Mirror cracked.

Details | Ode | |

when i close my eyes

When i close my eyes i see peace,in my mind,not war.
when i close my eyes  i see the hope and joy that could have been.
when i close my eyes.i see love and unity between people of different raceses.
when i close my eyes.i see myself flying above the mountains looking down,
through the eyes of an Eagle. and as i am flying i can see the sea and iam still
looking through the eyes of an Eagle.when i close my eyes.i see the stars above
when i close my eyes i see children happy Not sad.or scared.
i see them playing together not fighting one another.i see no war.
why cant we all close our eyes and see peace and love and hope and joy?not hate.

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A Families Goodbye's

When the telegram came I entered another world So many questions with so few answers Why did you have to go on that last tour Thoughts without you, how do I tell our children The morning arrives when our family parts in presence But our love will remain in our hearts and souls We will stand proud amidst the sadness And say our goodbye's at the folding of the flag Heartfelt sympathies grace his memories as we absorb the warmth from family, friends and colleagues The long walk back to the car has me looking over my shoulder, hoping that I'll see you one more time Conversations abound in the periphery, whilst tears interject on this emotional day Through the voices I look one last time, silence I now meet Without you in our lives, we now reside in an empty apartment .

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Oh Mum:
Oh mum I’m so sorry I have to send  this to you
You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few
Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain
I wish you could do that once more - yes again.

I’m so sorry mum on the day we did part
I remember your bravery even though I’d broken your heart.
The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell
I never believed your teachings of hell…

But I now know there is hell on earth
I’m here for a while for what it is worth
Remember when I had a stick for a gun
We played at war as children, it was such great fun.

I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best
A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest…
You soothed and cajoled but I never did change
Oh mum how I wish this wasn’t so strange…

Remember when you wiped away my secret tears
I was angry you saw back then I had fears.
The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now
If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow.

The stench is overpowering the noise is intense
The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence.
The death and destruction is all around 
I’m floating and falling my thoughts do abound.

Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you
The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too
Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small
I am not sure now- but I think I will fall.

 I love you mum and I remember it well
The storms after dad died but you managed so well
You did a good job that’s what I like to think
You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink.

I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day
I thought it would be fun like when I used to play
Here is death and destruction, and I don’t want you to read this
But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss.

The kisses you gave, you never did falter.
You watched over me, and I think I did alter...
I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum
Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son.

My fears are now that without me, will you cope?
Without me mum - there is no false hope
I love you so much more everyday
But it’s time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day….

I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France

©GG 18/07/2012

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preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!

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Distant Warrior

I get this wondrous chill as night falls
in mountains or desert sand
and I find myself dreaming about
home, my fondest memory
from this far away land.

I miss the special lady who 
stole my heart, my thoughts
and all there is of me;
and I deeply cherish 
our final moments together.

I think about the children 
I left behind, how I miss them 
and pray they’re  fine -
and it’s hard Lord,
it’s so very hard.

It’s times like this that I wonder
why I volunteered and I
get this knot in my stomach -
then I cringe and find myself 
trying to hold back tears.

Soon the battle will begin
when I’ll hear my own heartbeat
through the creepy sounds 
amidst treacherous mountain sides or
drifting sands and whirling winds.

It’s  time spent in worry,
fear, and some regret
as I encounter my fate
in the war so near
and I must admit, I’m scared.

This stench of war, 
the sight of it all,
it’s that awful image
of how I imagined hell
after Lucifer’s fall.

I wonder to myself,
“Does it have to be
that generations of people 
can’t seem to agree 
to the simple concept of peace?”

Soldiers don’t start wars
but they surely fight them,
making all manner of sacrifice
and I doubt that even once
did a soldier ever like them.”

Then I think of  “Old Glory”
and I’m filled with pride.
It’s a warm patriotic feeling
which overcomes me
from deep down inside.

I’m confused, scared
and battle weary.
I worry about those I love
as I cling to my faith  
and pray to God above.

I’m a distant warrior,
an American fighting man;
not an aspiring hero,
but just a simple soldier 
trying to do the best that I can.

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Worth the climb

Who can un-travel the journey of love
of a thousand and one contradictions
of moments more - then less than enough
the weapon for a minds ammunition 

for all get wounded in the unsought war
the plight of being shot by friendly fire
eye on the enemy while at the door
lie the unsuspecting repercussions of desire

Much like soldiers fully geared
suited with the warfare of Cupid 
It's not just the suffering that we fear
but the suffering because we were stupid
There's more to marriage 
than want of bliss, more than euphoric kiss
lest it leave you with no more than a vestige
one must weigh their hope with the risk

And so with cautious heart we trod
this road we cannot un-travel
and hope beyond hope there is a God
for loves journey is a fragile battle

It can crush and it can kill
or make all your dreams sublime
make no mistake this journeys uphill
but in the end you can only hope... it's was every bit worth the climb

Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.

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Love And War

How does one define the word love There are many degrees to this passion There's love of a job, a love of a sport Even love of an exciting new fashion The way I describe love is very simple It's the feeling of hearts intertwined The bonding of souls in loving harmony There's nothing like love in it's prime Forever, love's been the driving force The reason why wars have been fought Rational thinking doesn't come into play Levelheadedness isn't given a thought It's gung-ho ahead, straight for the prize Enthusiastic, eager and unthinking All else is secondary occupying our minds Tight in love's grasp we start sinking There's no hope now, it's much too late You've succumbed to that age old game Of chasing her till she captures you For centuries the game's been the same © Jack Ellison 2014

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Love from within

Once again i am caught in this cage, Just when i thought i'v opened a new page. I fall back right back into the hole i crawled out from, waiting for someone to help me, but no one would come. Laying back in my bunk and looking at the cold wall that is holding your pictures, which is the only thing that makes me smile here, i walk tall, no one messes with me, i have no fear, just dreaming of an ice cold beer. Looking at your eyes, even in the picture makes me weak, translating your face and stopping at your lips makes me wonder how exactly sexy and perfect they are, not like a freak. Molding your face within my mind, never happened, i'm liking this too much so i don't think ill put this to an end. To tell you the truth, if it weren't for you i don't know what i would turn into, but you keep me sane enough to keep myself like a go to. I no that i am very destructive, but its better than being a ghost, and when every one finds out that i am more than a beast, that's when ill boast. You put your trust in me so that i can smile, and now through my demonic teeth i smile and open a new file. You are the one that changed these demonic teeth into something real, it broke my heart out of this prison cage and made me feel. Now that i am out and free, i am deciding on what i want to be. I want to be able to look into your eyes everyday, so would you give me a chance? What do you say?
PS: This is also my prison work. I hope you all readers like it. Don't forget the feed back. Thank you

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Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love

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Morality is War

The past and I we met once more
as the heavens were opened 
to an all familiar war
for the past is a battlefield comprised of tears
battling between wishes and fears 

Fueled by an arsenal of disappointment and bliss
deceived by illusions over tired years 
courage hopes to fight for what we miss
while memories of pain to our caution adheres

Hello - a hug that can't let go
For touch and scent cannot refute
What well guarded words refuse to show
yet in eyes that love live never mute

I saw hope flutter in your eyes
for all we had once upon a time
with promises of changing ways
leaving me in an incoherent haze

shall parody win the prize of peace
or resolve my initial stance?
will one more go restore belief
or deepen the bitterness of the dance?

A multitude of choices in the balance hang
walk with someone new or try again.
Am I capable of both to coexist 
within the framework of Yin and Yang?

Again I'm paralyzed 
for what to choose;
Who can date two people at a time?
Must I choose right now between him and you
lest it breed only heartache down the line?

The essence of my character is the reason for the warring
the battle between what's wrong and right
defining who we are when the choices are hard
when morality hits you square in the eyes

Oh the search for the fairytale plight,
enduring the test of time.
Yet the greatest battle
for which a soul will ever fight.

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A Love Not Allowed

He had fallen in love when he had first seen her, her dark black hair and green eyes had 
been what had attracted him.

Yes he knew the danger but he had smuggled her out, taken her to his home and he had not 
told a soul what he had done.

She was nineteen and he was fourtythree, he did not see the age difference and only saw 
her beauty, if anyone found out he was hiding her then he knew they would be both killed.

She had lived with him for eight days, in that time he had never tried to seduce her or make 
any advance towards her, he clothed her and provided food and any comfort that she 

On the eigth night she came to his room, she was naked when she slipped into his bed and 
they made love all the way until the dawn, it would be their last night together.

They came the next morning, he knew he had to shoot her, the Luger given to him by his 
father two years ago was the weapon he had to use.

She wept silent tears for she knew what must be done, he put the gun to her head and 
pulled the trigger.

He put the gun to his own head as he heard them break down the door, he knew they would 
have both been punished to death and this was the only way.

They were too late to stop him and he pulled the trigger with the gun at his head and his 
body fell to lay with the dead body of the woman he had loved.

It was not supposed to had happened, a German guard falling in love with a Jewish girl 
condemned to have been gassed to death at the camp.

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Sleepless Nights

Tireless thoughts flowing aimlessly
Unceasing in their constant bombardment
Against my militia of dreams
Retreating back, they are as fast as they are sweet
Senses unfatigued
Resilient to wear and Sleep's silent onslaught
Merciless against Slumber's war
Winning every battle with the slight brush of a fingertip
Dewey-eyed lust. like mist, evaporates with a blink of an eye
Unanswering;  with motives unknown, it keeps you guessing
Progressing unspoken love.
Restlessly defeated with every flash of ivory
Sleep- unwanted but very much needed
I disown for you.

By Nicholas A. Bello

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Amidst Sighs

A moment alone ~* Thoughts of her love, being home soon *~ Her pent up release ~* now resonates amidst sighs *~ Fulfilment reaches it's heights

Details | Free verse | |

Old Soldiers And Fallen Angels

Once upon a time, I loved a soldier...

His topaz eyes turned to me, dusty
In the middle of the blazing desert
Pleading for the coolness
Of the rain I couldn’t make fall
Onto the furnace raging in his soul
And all around him
While the bombs fell and ghosts disguised
As comrades lay down in the burning sand
With all his hopes and dreams
And I felt his hold slipping, losing grip
From a thousand miles away
Felt his sanity slip… Calling me
Over the sound of a world exploding
I could taste copper in my mouth
And the blood in my eyes obscured
The river where we had lain so long ago
The green grass under my naked back
His hips held tight entwined in my thighs
Those eyes and blue skies
Helicopter rotor, bombs, mortars
I felt him slip away from me and into
The lying arms of baked, sere ground
The ringing in my ears was a dirge
Moaning my name and I came
To cover his body with green
With my riverbanks and oceans
And dreams of what we should have been
I have sung him home to my arms
To hold him here in the last breath
Of these old and aching lungs
And I will happily relinquish this breath
To hold his hand again, to run
To jump into the cold water
Hold his perfect body close to mine
Just one more time
On riverbanks of green

~ kei

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a daydreamer

My love my symphony
My Reality
I ponder and wait for your return
To which I worry with concern
It's been far to long this war
My fingers actively write this score
my music inspires hope to your cause
As sleepless nights I long for your touch
Your sacrifices are to much
For your king and country
I wish you could see
That a woman's love needs you
Please keep safe in all you do,
remember to hold my heart in your endeavour
For I will love you forever.

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by Mel Eyas Dicdican
Man is made to be in harmony
Even with people that are full of envy,
And much more with people of sincerity and humility.
In the world of mortality,
Everyone equips with different ability,
But in any way, each is given by the Almighty.
Above other creatures is the man of might
With which for sure he uses for a fight;
And to fight back is the option that is not right.
Those who died in a battle in any way,
Their souls need us to pray
That they could rest in peace and harmony.
Hate, grudge,deceit, and pride should be thrown away
That everyone would be in harmony,
Even though we have different ideology.
Harmony! Harmony! Harmony!
This is the virtuous calling for everybody.
And to be at peace is the only way.

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Coming Home

Be still my heart, I whisper 
but my heart it beats with joy.
So long it has been since I saw him last,
my love is coming home.

I have traveled so far to see his face, 
just to feel his loving embrace.
The war is finally over, 
there’s peace on earth at last.

I can see him in the distance, 
he is still too far to touch. 
Run to me with open arms,  
embrace my aching heart.

As he draws near to my eyes, 
it's no longer him that I see.
The man that I have loved for so long, 
he’s not in front of me. 

Before me stands a broken man, 
destroyed, from all he’s seen.
On his body and upon his soul,
war has taken a heavy toll. 

Be still my heart, I whisper 
be careful not to overwhelm. 
In my loving hands I will hold his heart, 
and help his spirit to rise again.

I will surround him with a love so deep, 
hold his battered body while he sleeps. 
The kind, soft and gentle man, 
I will find my soul mate if I can. 

I will share this burden he carries, with love
I vowed for better or worse.
With this man I chose to share my life, 
this man, I am proud to be his wife.


Written by 
Vicki Darcy

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We are Loving in Difficult Times

We are loving in difficult times
Better ape them
For though apes go to war, they go on –
They don’t die to kill, for unknown love
Yet we hunt our kin to kill for unknown love
How cold can man get
To leave man in the cold
For love unknown?

We are loving in difficult times
Turn one page at the Hospice
You chop my head, I chop yours
That is how we bid each other
We kill, we are killed
We mourn ourselves
Bury ourselves

For Love unknown
Love of what,  Now?
Of tribe, of Pet,  of Soil, of chair, of what love
The Love of chair; My table!  
Hate me, I pray, to hate than love
When we are loving in difficult times!

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I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK

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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....

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victory was a hope 
never again make war 
never massacre and invade 
never bombard 
always negotiate 
remain pure by peace 
be love forever

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The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…

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Everythings changing

you once made me happy
now you only make me cry
You usta listen
now you only scream
why are you doing this to me
We once were a dream
now were a nightmare
why cant I wake up
you use to look at me like I mattered
now you just look the other way
you usta make me feel beautiful
now you make me feel undesirable
why do I feel so ugly
you once turned me on 
but nows the attractions fading
I usta love the sex
but now I cant wait for it to be over
what happened to us
I once thought you loved me
but now im not so sure
why did you make me so insecure
I use to feel safe with you
now im scared to death
why did you lie, you said you'd never hurt me
I once thought you were good for me
but now I know thats not true
why did you change,
what happened to make your personality rearrange
when you would hug me I use to melt
but now it just feels hollow
when you would kiss me I use to feel it
But now I dont feel a thing
why is this happening
Everythings changing and were falling out of love
and I feel is pain and regret
do you feel anything
I wish I never got attached
cause then Ide just be numb
and I wish underneith, 
that I didnt still feel that your the one
everythings changing,
and damage has been done

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Diamonds In Your Eyes

Glistening tear drops from her bright blue eyes fell
he watched the diamond remnants caught in her spell

With her tears she did him quell
her heart without him just a shell

He held her tight in fond farewell
off he was to face the shrapnell

If he would return she could not foretell
until he came back she would live in hell


contest Diamond Remnants

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Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized. Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 

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Love is War

What hurts us the most?
Can someone please explain,
How an emotion such as love
Is so easy to blame.
Why is love hard?
Why is love unfair?
Why do we say we only need love
When our hearts are filled with despair?
Why do we keep saying
That love is worth the fight
When in reality we know
Love chokes our hearts so tight.
You should know when to stop
And when to go on more.
But there’s one thing we need to realize:
Love is always a war.

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Fallen Sun


I. The Bloom

Delicate flower,
sleeping endlessly dreaming
Patiently waiting

White horizon, winter peace,
release tears reluctantly.

II. The Village

Boxes in spaces,
old wooden tatami floor
Summers breath still held within

Outside streets, shuffling feet,
their chatter less foreboding.

III. The Animosity

Blood-stained katana,
glinting insinuation,
fell against ground.

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I Can't Believe It's Really Over This Time

I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.

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10-313 Untold

He saw me I saw him
We leaped for greatness
But we were earth bound
He surpasses my hopes
And shatters my dreams
I feel darkness in him which I bravely embrace
He’s my hope my shield my love
My undivided trust
With him
I feel that I can reach bounds and mounts of greatness
So why do I still feel so empty

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The Queen Of All Hearts

Every love begins with a simple story.
A dreamy fairy tale, a mutual playing of cards.
A hundred silent kisses thousands of miles apart led us into victory.
A batch of red-painted roses, hold them close to hide these exsposed battle scars.
Your silver hair shines out to me like an irradiating, forbidden sun.
Eyes black as night, and in your glory a majestic silhouette.
Broken hands long to tell the tale of how love had begun.
Posing hours for the precious portrait.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.
Down you fell, consumed in your passion.
Againts the authorities of the kingdom, we fight.
Darkness is the in-between of your faction.
Enslaved teenage years under the guidance of a false light.
The time has almost come, a time-bomb for the corrupt.
The final order of their plague.
Every story has an end, a volcano waiting to erupt.
"Pen and paper once again calls you." Creativity begs.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.
We laughed, we cried.
Together we sang, together we fought.
Every wrong-doing we forgot.
Though love cannot cast out every lie.
Even with all the bliss surrounding me this distant relation between us never failed to be my internal tormentor.
The door to paradise closed on us as Time carelessly laid dormant.
You are the Queen of my heart.
Revealed behind your Chesire smile was the silent kiss of a dementor.
My soul, driven to insanity, writhes in torment.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.

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 "Verloren in meiner Einzelhaft
 vor dem Alleinsein in dieser Schlacht
 Wartens und Hoffens, dass jemand kommen und mich retten
 und diese Einsamkeit werden nie driften mich zurück in die Tiefsee.

 Wahre Liebe Ich habe in einer Lebenszeit gewartet
 hat direkt vor mir kommen unerwartet
 aber meine Ängste und Zweifel von Ihrem kommenden
 hatte mich zu erreichen, um Sie immer noch bei Unsicherheiten behaftet.

 Nun, da Sie in meiner Reichweite sind
 Mein Leben war noch nie so komplett
 Nur du und ich sind alle da ist
 Nichts anderes, nur du und ich.

 Verunsichert Ihrer Liebe für mich
 Manchmal frage ich mich, was Sie wirklich das Gefühl,
 vielleicht war es nur mir, wer wollte das kommende
 weil du nie gesagt, was Sie wirklich suchen.

 Und dieser Moment fürchte ich ist bereits gekommen
 Wieder allein zu sein, zurück, wo ich schon weg
 Du da bist, und hier bin ich
 noch fragen, ob wir jemals wieder dasselbe sein.

Eines Tages, ich weiß, dass sich unsere Wege wieder kreuzen
 die Verbindungen hatten wir können restauriert und ausbessert werden
 Schicksal und Bestimmung bringt uns wieder näher
 Du und ich zusammen, bis für immer.. "

 ... Eger seni ne kadar çok sevdigimi bir Bilsen ...
 ... Seni seviyorum ... xoxo

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@ Ryan Emerald, the jerk who belongs in the dirt

ok, heres the scoop
your words
just made me recoop
i realized that you used me
i feel used. 
but you shoudl feel that way too
cause i used you
and your new girl
she made me hurl
she is so ugly
she looks like a cow and a pig combined
and she is useing you
did you buy her a necklace yet?
 perhaps a braclet?
i did not want your money
i did not want your gifts
i wanted you for you, supposedly
because i thought you wanted me
i guess i thought wrong.
so i wrote this song
to tell you how i feel
you make my skin crawl
with your greasy hair
and your ugly face
your freak-ish body odor
and your alcoholic mother
yea, speakin of her
she hit on my mother,
made my mom scared, never went back
same with me. 
and if im such a liar, 
such a cryer, 
then you are gullible.
very, very, very gullible.
you believed every word of my supossed lies.
so the next time you think you can pull that card, think again.
and you are a man-Whore.
very trampy.
the nice little poem of you and your ugly cow
haveing sex
yea, you made that up. 
and i think you are trying to make me jealous. so let me try that too.
when me and you where together,
Brandon Jones was enjoying my body too.
you think you used me?!
you have another thing comeing for you
i have many tales to tell about the rendevous
that Brandon and I shared.
night time romps. 
fun times.
so if you think you can make me upset.
think again.
and also, you look like job of the hut.
and you look like you ate the burger bandit from Mc.Donalds.
you wanna slam me?
you wanna start World War III?
then  you came to the right place honey.
so come one, start some crap
i'll tell you where to go and how to get there.
i can take the rap
so bring it on, you know me well, 
you know that fighting me is not swell
so bring it on
and you will see
when i have the life you wont have, you alcoholic-to-be slob
when i have the american dream, i will rub the white picket fence and 2.5 kids in your cake 
covered face
and show you that i am more of a girl than you will ever have
so have fun with yourlife, 
cause you just got slammed.
so deal with it,
you jerk who belongs in the dirt.
let the war begin.

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Silent pulses of Krileanine’s Pentagram Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram Curiosity killed the cat And made the Nightbeast Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite Performing in her Sluttish ways She’s preparing for the Full-moon Night Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Her host’s fangs Will pierce every innocent "Submit to my will You carrion ghoul Welcome to my Esoteric Hell" Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Whore of everything unholy You must Fear the Coming Of Muspelheim, Cassandra

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some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.

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I Want to Walk with You

I Want to Walk with You
I want to walk with you with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky
Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth
For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth
Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power
Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower
Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all
Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall
I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high
Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse
Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try
If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way
If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day
When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high
Never cowering, never with our heads bowed
With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky
Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak
But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?

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It Happened

On the day that it happened,
Demons filled the air.
They consumed the world,
using only the hate that was already present.
And love? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
The sky grew dark and gray.
It cast a shadow on the Earth,
taking away a warmth that was never really there.
And light? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
War reigned the land.
It blood stained the very fabric of time,
using only the current problems, never to be resolved.
And peace? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
Noise blasted the ears. 
It canceled out any sanity,
consuming our weak minds with blasphemy and curses.
And silence? It was gone,
It never really stood a chance.
On the day that it happened,
My life became a mess.
My soul was left unguarded,
Heart displaced and mind adrift, nothing left to fix.
And my whole world? It was gone.
It never really stood a chance.
On the day you died.

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Battling Addiction

It's not just a fight,
It’s a war I’m in,
This addiction is just way to powerful,
I need to get a grip,
But taking doses of lust and love is pure insanity,
This addiction is way too strong.

But a part of me wants this addiction to take over,
It’s so heavenly and strong,
It’s just that your kiss is like my ecstasy,
It lifts my soul and I thrive on that insane energy you give me,
I’m so addicted to your kiss,
The touch of your body is like sniffing cocaine,
It sets my mind free and love is all I want to give,
But I’m so addicted to your body,
But the love from your heart is like my own drug that I have discovered,
Its does more things to my mind, heart and soul than any form of drug has to offer,
I’m so addicted and I love it,
This war of battling addiction is over,
I may have lost,
But my heart has won,
I’m addicted to your body and I’m addicted to your love.

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Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.

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Fight - if only for love

The gust that holds your chest, immovable pride 
From zealous ancients, to this is say farewell. 
To this ardence I despair, hone your hatchet 
But not for death, for pride, for fickle lies. 

Imploringly I should stand upon those dead comrades 
Who lie in the cultivated foreign soil: gone, dead, no more – 
To speak the words you already know;
That this is you. 

I speak for life, I make declarations for love 
Sweet, spicy tasteless love; this is the only 
Protection needed, when metallic claws invade. 
The knowledge that out there, 
Someone, somewhere ultimately will care.   

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From Livius to Livia

                                  (Inspired by the film: 'The Fall of the Roman Empire')

She was with him

   in the great gore of battle....

Where skulls legion were cracked

   and limbs hewn from sword,

   ax and spear;

There were long hidden tears,

   far from the eyes of his men....

   too oft his robe soaked

   with the blood of perfect strangers,

He tore to the silent shadows

   to wash away the madness....

She was in the cold fields,

   with him in a bed of frost,

   upon the breaths of centurions,

   who would breathe no more....

Long frozen walks 

   she warmed the chill eve,

   and morning mist dews,

   her lovely eyes in the folds of hills,

Where the lilies sway her white smile,

   she was with him, she and her wine eyes

The banner of Rome singed more slight,

   from her bright countenance 

   where no sun could shine 

   with the might of equal pleasure;

The sheen of her tress in wide windows

   in afternoon, fixing flowers neath

   groping bowers,

   some darling power,

   taming more day by day ----

The once loyal centurion unto Rome

   his undying love,

   dead! for a queen's lovely unmet


" Rome? Rome?

   What are you unto her?

Shall I slay her for thee and lay

   her broken body on the front steps

   of the senate?

Spawn of thy darling Aurelius, o Commodus?

O Commodus!

Since elder days 

   we have lived as brothers,

But thy appetite too voracious,

   thy bite too venomed....

   Hercules are you not!

   nor tempered Emperor ----

Even for thy noble father,

   the throne I have given;

   but murder on thy lips!

Laughing, the gods....

   and thunderous their tongues,

Vienna, another host to madmen?

   nay, she I will not give

Livia! O lovely Livia!

   with me in the cool of breeze,

In far lands thy lips found a way

   in the flames of desire....

Wild with your yearning heart,

   how the meadows could not

   conjure quite thy shades,

   for all their lovely array....

With daffodils, daisies 

   and wind swept vales,

   and honey wafts to taste

   thy fragrant hair

So wandering your kiss

   when free of your father's gaze....

Though always his shadow

   on torch-lit walls,

   his salient silhouette too tall,

Valor, beyond the great halls in Rome!

Livia! O lovely Livia!

   through the din of battle,

   and the cool beds of fields,

   sable tress,

   with wine eyes

When love would have me

   (I heard your call)

Whispering on the winds in May "

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The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson

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Best And Beast

Oh, to be the victim of the conflict you create in me,
Internal opposition from the masterful dichotomy, 
You beautiful confusion, you're the cause of chaos constantly,
And I rely on your command: you're both the best and beast in me.

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Road to Redemption

Introduction: Tribute to brothers in the fray and families for them pray...

Life in these rough times, We barely even feel the daytime Every second counts greatly, As there’s no going back in time Sometimes we lose to win, try not to fail again, But mostly we end up back to where we all began Every single day, we wake up in one piece, Where brothers in the fray, they hardly get to cease Our tears drop all over the floor, They keep on till their blood stains from their core Every second till the end, We pray for them to knock on our doors Sadly at times, things go the other way for the best cause, All we can do really, is not breakdown and pause Prayer’s the only strand through the last breath, When they depart with a peaceful end Emptiness and happiness, constantly flowing along, The memories, they always live right within our souls When days seem cloudy and life gets lonely Debts grow high and smiles fade into sigh At that instant, that very moment, Just pray, pray to get healed, Heal from this insanity, pray to be free, Free from this misery It all comes down to the crying in the end, The stillness stares up towards the sky As we do bid farewell to dear friends But at some point through all the pain and sour grin, recovery does begin The ones we love and care, Though some are not so near Scattered through this bittersweet world, Waiting for us to share; This life is like the weather, It changes altogether It may get bad and may get sad, But know it’s not forever, Better days will come eventually, The morning sun will shine brightly Through our endeavors and our prayers, we shall recover From things we’ve lost so dearly So just hold on to the light and believe in salvation, And the rays of truth shall lead the road to redemption…

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lets just walk away.....for now, that is... the war is still on buddy.

ok.... let me cool down. lets use some logic
lets not make this truly manic
i dont want to fight
no, not tonight. 
lets save it for next week
if a war is what you seek
you know me too well, too much
you know that i have such
a fiery persona
that i burn like the Corona*
that no matter what, 
i can take what you say and make that
sound like your one of those jerks
yea, thats one of my many perks
that you tried to slam
and you say your a man
you are the little boy
that lost his best toy
and does not even know it
that i wont take your sht
and that your new girl wont either
maybe i should tell her what you said to me, she wont like you either
i could find her on facebook. i saw her page
she looks kinda young, you sure she's your age?
i dont know, im just so tired of all your sht
i really cant stand it
i cant stand you 
i thought this would never occure, but what should i do?
should i just take your sht and say it makes you a jerk all the more
i was fine until you called me a whore
then i got pissed
that you would say that to the girl you kissed
that you loved and lied to
i didnt do that to you
i said i did, to make you hurt like i do
but i did not, i loved you through n' through. 
you make a fool of me
so now what and see
what i will do  to you
the next time i see you
i will truly slam you, face to face
in this place
with in this space
im not ms.Friendly, i can make you cry
and no, i did not feed you a lie
but i wont get into that
you selfish little arse of a slimey rat
no, i wont
my respect for myself told me "dont, 
he does not deserve your time, leave it be"
so that is what i will do, until you slam me
then the storm will come
and you wont know, unlike some
so prepare yourself
cause i will make you try to disembowl yourself and put your spine on a shelf
oh wait, you dont even have one, never mind. 
i will just leave you behind
im a new woman now
so right now
i will be the bigger person and leave

(Corona is latin for "the sun")
hope this is the poem you recieve
on your deaht bed, tight before you die, you will know what you did
who your hurt and what you said.
Good Bye Ryan Dimaio. 
Good bye.

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Library Girl

Library Girl 
She worked in the local library part time. 
And liked to read Harry Potter books. 
She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly. 
He was quiet just like her. 
Her eyes sought him out whenever he was there. 
A shyness inhibited her asking him out. 
In time he stopped going to the library. 
The library girl missed the library lad. 
Many months passed. 
She became very withdrawn. 
For someone so quiet, that was bad. 
Then one day he returned. 
On seeing him her joy was only fleeting. 
He was no longer the tall fit happy young man she remembered and held in her heart. His legs were missing and an arm withered. 
When he saw her distress he drove his electric chair over. 
For the first time they really spoke. 
Please don't cry. I know I changed. I joined the army. A Taliban bomb got me and killed two of my mates. I'm Jack. 
The library girl openly wept. 
She knelt down and kissed Jack and held his good hand. 
I'm Hannah. I love you Jack. I feared I'd never ever see you again. 
Jack wiped her tears away and smiled. 
I won't leave your side now, not ever Hannah. I missed you. As the army medics tried to stop me dying I thought of you. I promised to come back for you. Here I am...

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Life Is No Picnic

the fourth of july
is no kind of picnic for
our fallen soldiers

You Are Not Forgotten

Happy Fourth Of July To All

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Marble Heart

 For the first time, He heard her play,
she played the piano beautifully, the melody made him stay.
He listened perfectly,
Until he fell asleep.

And one July afternoon,
He saw her again.
people dancing in the square,
He stopped and stared.

She felt uneasy,
the feeling of being watched.
For the first time, He approached her.
And all her feelings became a blur.

It was the summer, forty years ago.
the story of a woman & her great wartime love.
It became her burden,
Like an awkward sack of hatred & love.

Now she remember, that they walked all those afternoons,
their arms around each others waist.
She didn't understand why he had to leave,
But in a cold war, he needed to hide, so he can live.

She didn't know where he went,
"I'll find you.", the last letter he sent. 
But will it make a difference,
to find him, or live w/o his absence?

And now, she didn't understand at all,
how his absence made her fall.
she missed talking to him,
about anything and everything.

Even now, she's still hoping,
A Marble Heart that's still seeking.
He loved her, & he'd be back,
Holding him again mattered, but it's just a fact.

Winter came, as if the year would never die.
like the last breathing soul, after he said good-bye.
Transparent in a world of ghosts,
He's gone, as she left him the Red rose.

He was her secret,
the thing she had in reserve.
I wonder how she'll find him w/ her sadness,
can he go back in all that darkness?

I would wish it for her now,
to the woman and her wartime love.
An endless forest, where she can look for him,
And maybe twenty years till dawn, she can find the man,
that changed it all.

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Yesterday night,
To the shrilling winds of history I listened to,
Telling me tales from centuries past, 
Horrifying stories of hate, suffering and 
Of killings unending 
Of tortures untold 
Of pain unimaginable
Of rivers of blood 
Of seas of tears, 
All works, of appalling 

I asked myself isn’t it about time, humanity
Overthrew the reign of this wrathful tyrant, 
This soulless dynast of human consciousness,
This relentless torturer of loving hearts,
This destroyer of dreams and aspirations of so 
Many generations of the innocent?

Hasn’t the hour come yet to put an end to the 
dreadfulness of war? 
How many more centuries have to pass, for us to 
Stand up and fight this monstrous slayer?
How many more countries have to be destroyed?
How many genocides have to take place before
We ready would be to:
Bar hatred
Ease suffering
Stop the distractions
End the killings
Eliminate the tortures
Alleviate the pain
Dry the rivers of blood and 
Evaporate the seas of tears?

Aren’t we ready yet, to SAY,    
Enough to agony,
Enough to fear,
Enough to death?


Yes, to care,
Yes, to compassion, 
Yes, to universal brotherhood?

What are we waiting for, in order for us, to
Erect the structures of understanding? 

What will it take to make us pave the highways of 

What more do we need for to build the bridges of 
Love and compassion?

Let us, therefore, create, NOW,
These structures, 
These highways and 
These bridges that will permit us to: 
Eliminate our differences, 
Resolve our disputes ,
Find solutions to our problems,
Give answers to questions that have 
Haunted humanity since its birth,

Thus, at last,

We will glorify God and Man alike 
Establishing the kingdom of blessed
Peace on earth,
From this moment onwards and into 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   04 SEPTEMBER 2014  

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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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Letter to my soldier

You went to a fight so tight
You gave our love away unto a stray night
The night of state calm and right
Here, all our adulation you have laid to rest
And our affection, amid Martians you put to scatter
From me unto the baffling
You took the flight of the battling
Now at the front lines in bushes far away,
You daily risk that life and our love drifts along with it.
Without you I watch the sky of night,
I hear the resounding of bullets with you against a people for our people
And the clatter scatters the once starry and concrete sky
I miss you by day, waiting for the instant of your return
I wait for the minute you forfeit the night of war for an hour just to us.

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Wanting Peace

Everyday the world you live in is a war zone.  Everyone you love is fighting over their place in this world.  Making you always having to choose a side. But what happens when either side you choose is wrong. 
No one sees how much it effects your feelings.  It makes you think that there's no love in this world and you will always live in world war 3.  Where's the love and peace you seek?  When you know that you can't fix everything wrong.  when love has distroyed everything.  And you can't stand the sound of yelling and screaming anymore. 
Everynight you pray for peace and just to be happy and safe.  Wanting a normal life in a world full of angry people is so hard to find.  You start searching for any means of escape.  Only to find that the options you have for escape only distores You from the inside out.  leaving you a casualty of war that will never end.

Details | I do not know? | |

Only Friends

it felt like
being in her arms
but the tighter i held on
the colder she became

it tasted like
her lips on mine
but the more i longed for her
the more strange she was

it felt like
the time i spent with her
but the time passed by
and i realized we were

only friends

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I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.

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A Soldier's Memorial

It is built on pain and on sorrow
To always beware of what comes tomorrow
Although to some it burns from the past
Like the flames of hell rising fast

But yet be happy, there is some hope
Some happy things to help those cope
With problems that come, but memories gone
Into the ashes where only death belongs

A voice could say, “Beware what you seek.”
This voice wants all to be dreary and bleak
It calls for a unity of past damnation
It wants the world to have a remorseful sensation

Though, it cannot be stopped but can be fought
The memories from those that can be forgot
So live life well, allow no worry to fly
The days of sorrows and lies have gone by

Think of the days where it will be perfection
From the day of birth or the grave-sites reflection
It can never break what was built in a heart
Never worry, only love, for love is thou art

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Through Tearful Eyes

What can she be seeing as she looks through tearful eyes
Images of her love, being downed from war torn skies
The needle in her hand now paused, she contemplates
For she knows he'll never be home, for her love she truly waits

What can she be seeing as she looks through tearful eyes
Images of her past, when they met through love struck sighs
The children that she wanted, no memories will be of he
Tormented torn and tearful in sullen looks does she

What can she be seeing as she looks through tearful eyes
Revisiting cries of old, to wars in total despise
To rob her of a lover, a husband, friend and father 
For decades she has sat and sewn, past memories always gathered

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My Son

These words I write with tear filled eyes, 
As a new dawn comes to light. 
Another day without you Son, 
Nor' a star filled winters night. 

Your Mother sends her love dear boy, 
As our hearts are torn in two. 
A Major came to see us Son, 
He brought us news of you. 

He told us of your courage, 
Of the fight that lay ahead. 
The soldier that we knew you were, 
Then he told us, " you were dead". 

You left for a tour of duty, 
With the army in your heart. 
We are proud to have had you in our lives, 
We won't always be apart. 

You fought for Queen and country, 
Now your duty sure is done. 
A man, a friend, a soldier, 
And my ever loving Son.....

Details | Bio | |

Depression Kills

I don't know how long it has been since i heard your voice, 
I don't know why i left without a word, but it was not my choice.
You wished me away, so i left without a word,
you told me to lose you, that's all i ever heard. 

Tears ran down my face with every thought of you,
not being able to see your smile, it would punch me though.
My chest has a whole, that you put there,
it hurts some times, but its not like i care.

I been hurt to many times before to feel anything at the moment,
I thought we had some thing special, but at the end you broke it.
So now again i am all alone and I have no shoulder,
my life is empty now i am beginning to feel allot colder. 

You showed me what people can be like, some thing like you,
people that hurt others and than walk away like they had nothing to do.
But they don't know that they just ripped some ones heart out,
and your left alone, once again, bleeding on the ground.

Details | ABC | |


Take your hand and put it out forward,
Than swing out out to the side, c'mon don't be a coward. 
This is fun, now swing your hips from side to side,
Remember all the times you couldnt express yourself and you cried.

But now your can swing your legs and feet any way you want,
Look for that new move that you looked for your whole life like a hunt. 
Grab someone by the hand and let them join you in that awesome moment,
I promise you, you will love this feeling you are about to feel.

Turn up the music and dance your heart out,
Move to the beat and go wild and feel like your out of sight. 
This is your moment, don't let anyone take that away for you,
This is not happening too slow and i tell you that that's the truth.

Put some head phones on and go to your own world of greatness,
Bust a move like you never did before, I promise it's harmless.
Make your heart feel what I am feling right now and take my hand,
I promise that I will make you smile and scream with joy and stand.

Details | Free verse | |

How Brave Of You

How brave of you to go and get enrolled
Going places where you may not want to go
Doing things that you may not want to do
Having to deal with missing your family and them missing you

How brave of you to put on your uniform everyday
Not knowing if it's your last day
Another day of doing what your commander say
Praying and hoping that you will finally go home and forever stay

How brave of you to do what we choose not to
Or what we are afraid to do
Thank you
And God bless you

How brave of you to set your pride aside
And save people's lives
To put on your badge of courage for you and me;
To fight for this country

There's not a day that goes by that I don't pray for you all
For the ones who still stand, and for the ones who fall
The respect level for you all is at its all time high
For you all are still overseas and we're left without a reason explaining why

There's not a single soul who can walk in your shoes
Except for the ones who use to and and now do the same as you
There's not a single soul who will understand what you see
And know how terrifying that will always be

I can't wait until the day when this will be over and the world will be at war no more
So that you all can rest and your mind, body, and soul can be restored
Then we can all finally be happy
And once again be the family that we use to be

Dedicated to all of our soldiers who are overseas.  Deeply from your families and me.

Details | Free verse | |

Just a bit of meditation

If greed had not been passed down by generation 
If love and peace had not been reduced to confiscation   
If the rules of government had not been trapped through the lamination 
of corruption
Leaves no room for imagination
God forgot about creation
Hope is lost in legislation 
Money runs our formation
Not given enough consideration
Hold loved ones close in the gestation 
Of the clowns who run our nation
Don’t think about the population
Oil runs through my circulation
Cut me open to reduce inflation
Masses controlled by the spread of propagation 
Minds thinking about increasing production
Not wondering about the function
To create reconciliation 
That will erase all detestation
World becoming one at the disintegration
Of hate that causes annihilation  
But we’re wrapped up in materialization 
No one thinks about moderation 
Losing the point of our conception
Watching love burn by cremation
Cultures watching their own elimination
Taken over by globalisation
Not thinking about our obligation
To bring an end to this violation 
So we can all live without feeling exclusion
Wondering what caused our distraction
As we sit in front of the television
Open your minds to this jurisdiction 
That is causing devastating afflictions
Not enough vaccinations 
To cure the spreading contamination
Children suffering from starvation
Don’t tell us it’s a peace mission it’s an invasion
Millions face extermination
Treated like an insect infestation
Super powers don’t care about liberation 
Please understand that war is not a celebration
Just because it creates an augmentation
In the economic foundation 
It’s still a disgusting molestation
Of the purity in civilization
Weapons cause death not constructive conversation
Bombs exploding cause fragmentation
Of emotions such as adoration
Synonym for love respect and devotion
The cry for peace should not be answered with explosions
Raise your hand if you agree with this motion
Was this the point of evolution? 
Ever increasing pollution
Creates a growing irritation
In the system of respiration
Symptoms close to asphyxiation  
Don’t breath in its like suffocation
This is not an exaggeration
This is not a fabrication
This is just a demonstration
Of how we caused our own obliteration
Passing on a bit of education 
Through the form of communication
Hope there's been some concentration 
Thanks for your appreciation 

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Lost Where They do not Belong <> End Line Poem

Parents and spouses to their photo's they look,  Another
           hero was killed fighting for our freedom.   Lost  
                       so far from his home and family,   Today
       we continue to send our sons and daughters,   But
                                there will come a day when,   They
                                      will live as free as we do.   Will
                         we ever learn from these theatres,    Never
                       again should we out live our children.    Be
  cause' another was lost today, but they will never be,    Forgotten

" I hope i have done this form devised by Dane Ann and HG proud "

Details | Ode | |


Whenever tears roll down
somebody's face,
and whether it brings joy, reward or pain:
it matters to someone
whose life, somehow, has broken him down,
or has lifted him up through grace;
it matters when one rejoices,
and sees in victory
what his bewildered eyes
couldn't ever have imagined it to be...

He chose  the path to glory
without harboring suspicions,
or being frightened by unseen woes
and hard-and fast rules;  
he made swift choices    
and built up his courage from nothing;
and what his fearless mind couldn't perceive,
wasn't so impossible to dream,
but surely achieved
through grit and indisputable duty...

Whatever that solemn oath
relied on a certain promise, he never lost heart,
because his valor never seemed to lessen a bit;
and he was taken above and beyond his fears
by not foreseeing any disheartening defeat:
confidence had given his untiring feet a steady beat...

It matters to someone to be recognized,
and cherish that moment of gladness:
perhaps the only moment to be remembered
and be locked away in his past;
a brave soldier at his best,
never settling for anything less,
always going above and beyond his expectations,
to honor and safeguard the Country that he loves...


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The Peace Sign

For me it brings both anger and joy
anger that we never seem to learn
war after awful war, so much loss
and for what? so people can line pockets

Do they not see the destruction 
the smouldering ruins of houses
that were someone's home
the bodies plied up in heaps?

Soldiers that have lived with death
on daily basis the horrific injuries
the knowledge they have taken souls
will be with them as long as they live

Joy when nice things happen
like nations shaking hands
when people speak out
condemning greedy politicians

Joy when lands are reforested
and pollution brought down low
new safe homes built for the poor
and clear skies adorn the land

I wish with all my strength
for peace world wide to reign
where none are scared or hungry
and all call each other brother or sister

No creed or race to divide
just love all over the world
this is what true peace should be
only then will the peace sign shine

written 02/21/2014

contest:The  Peace Sign

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A Soldier's Love

Hello my dear, my other half
I miss you very much
Someday soon I will be home
And once again feel your touch

Your warm embrace gets me through
The tough days in the field
But when the plane lands to bring me home
For nothing I will yield

The enemy is strong and determined to win
But I cannot let that be
For if we are defeated and put on retreat
What would you think of me?

Although we are hated for our every belief
That does not define my role
In the nation’s defense and constant struggle
Coming home to you well, is my primary goal

I will press on with my brothers in arms
And fight for you everyday
But rest assured my darling, my love
You are mine, no matter the miles away

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You must remember this

Tonight I’ll disconnect the phone
and lock all doors
and close the curtains.

It will be me and my TV,
some sushi maybe
and some wine.

The couch and comfy cushions
now a small tropical island
in a sea of quiet bliss.

I’ll start with something light
and frothy - something
that will make me smile:

‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ or
‘Beauty and the Beast‘,
‘Great Expectations’ maybe,

before it’s time to brace myself,
to go all-out for perfect bliss -
a box of hankies at the ready.

Yes, for here we are again:
in Paris and in black & white -
and yes of course: it’s raining.

Two people meet and fall in love
while Europe’s burning
and the armies march.

Then, of course, their time runs out
and they must part and say goodbye
amidst the smoke of waiting trains.

(A station is the best farewell:
its sounds and smells so redolent
of love and desolation.)

The camera now shuts its eyes
and when it dares to look again
it is upon a different scene -

another place, another time,
of deserts and of nightclubs,
of Nazi boots and gambling debts:

a place without much hope,
but that for some has now become
their lonely bit of exile.

So, enter Rick into his bar,
a cigarette between his lips,
a hat that’s almost jaunty.

Ah well, you know the story, don’t you? 
Everybody surely knows this movie: 

Those images of hope and loss,
of grief and laughter - all those
long goodbyes and then those songs:

“You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply as time goes by.”

A perfect movie and a perfect ending.
Sad, of course, for yes,
it’s yet another parting…

But what a world to visit once again,
where everything must always be about
these old, familiar enchantments.

Love and loss – and duty, honour
and the faith that all of this will conquer evil
conquer shadows, conquer time.

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Rejected Love

I long for passion mixed with comforts sort,
awaiting warm welcome from this delight,
I count with words of romance this effort,
and hope to see a love that shines so bright,
yet war intrudes and I must leave to fight,
my heart is slashed,rebuffed and left to rot,
I toil and try to rinse off dusty thought,
but meet a brick wall lined with hatred`s thrill,
to keep our love in progress this I fought,
for war has filled my hands and head with steel.

Meter Form:Iambic pentameter

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I Shall Bring You The Victory

If I shall not return-
Don’t be in waiting,
Don’t be so upset for me,
If you can, pet pigeon,
On the day when you forget
Fly them in the blue sky.

If I shall not come back never-
Don’t fly kite in the sky of your heart,
If you feel so lonely walking on the way at twilight
Don’t be sad,
Know, there is me walking side by side you
With hand to hand.

If shall I not return-
Fleet in the sea
All those my gifts,
In the juvenile light of the new day
Have a bath in cool water,
Don’t worry; I shall remain shadow of you.

If I shall not come back never-
Don’t stay awaken night for me,
Go asleep in the southern breeze
Lighting the bloody candle of love,
Know, I am sitting upside the bed
Looking at you all over the night.

If shall I not return-
Keep up the dreams,
Not everything is gained in a life,
Nor everybody returns from the battle field,
If shall I not return, don’t pay homage to my grave
Having so agony inside the heart.

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Shakesperean Tragedy me part 3

the path of least resistance
are we comfortable yet
are we busy making friends?
are we hiding in the shadows of doom and gloom 
trying to get away
and stay out of the reaches of destiny the heart can never mend?
are you coounting the days as they pass you by
wondering whose on what side and why
why your soo important and who is really the love of your life
who is going to be the one to hold the knife
because in eternity no one wants to be the joke
but you forever king unfit
you forever we smote

haunted dreams
nights of tears 
paranoid thoughts
are you the ressurrected king unfit
the one here to carry out the prophecy
to twist the words of every religion
oh how its begun
he was not meant to be
path of least resistance

look at cupid hes got it right
arrow straight for the heart boys
no need to fight
love is our weapon now
and thats what this war is all about
using love as a weapon to kill
would you 
could you 
will you 
do you
pretend to be more than just friends to murder your husband or wife
is there a path of least resistance in your eyes dear conman
care to teach the hitman a few pointers while accepting this bribe

oh me
the shakespearean tragedy
if love ever finds me im doomed
but who does that make happy
for if they dont already know anbd have tricks up their sleeves
i must find a way to speak the truth without a word being spoken
or forever i will relive this nightmre
as if it were my favorite dream

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This Demon

My inner demon tells me that I'm nothing
A waste of a person, a male not worth loving
This Demon influences me, infiltrates my thoughts
Bringing up memories of what i have lost

This Demon is a repeating voice in my head
A constant reminder that turns my heart into lead
He's a heavy burden, that i must carry with me everywhere
Changing happy emotions into a stoic despair

I watch peoples reactions to me, and he makes me think its disgust
This Demon drives me to tears, a man with no guts
He's in my quiet moments, when I'm alone by myself
And intense emotions are realized and felt

When i fight him, it results in an intense rage
Anger at myself, and any other factors in my life's stage
I'm a man, these sad emotions are beneath me
Who are you demon, to try and control me

I become angry at my fall downs, anger at my failures
Angry at my crush and my failure to tell her
This Demon makes me see red, thinking of the many rejections!
The looks of disgust whenever i try and show affection!

My head yells insults, including the crushes that i thought i once loved
Including myself, for being affected by love
I can't beat This Demon, he's just to strong
But i'll never stop trying, striving for what i long

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psychiatric war pigs

my meds aren't working
depression, boredome, ornery
yet again from your professional viewpoint
i am doing better
now that i'm suicidal and not locked in a cell
for almost being murdered

dial 1 for ddd
i got the achies(8Keys)

might need a higher dose
to fix something that isn't even broken
does anyone leave here sane
as upset as the staff get that their miracle cure is a genocide

what's the problem 
why won't you allow me to tell my story
read any good books lately

I dr, u key
Dial m for murder
whose story is it, mine apparently

about to resort to violence
fight or fleight of your lies
life is too short for this stupidity

walking into the waves
a suicidal honour
the new meaning of life

read any good books lately
copy cat
dead wrong

psychiatric war pigs
are you out for your medal of terrorism
i won't be staying here
i dislike this russian roullette with my doctor
and by the way, you have no balls

won't report a war crime
just a crime spree on the internet
stolen dreams and terrorism
lies of liars lieing about somebody elses lies

no control of my own life
you don't know me at all
bending over backwards to suit you needs
won't be taking place

global amnesty what a joke
the billions raised to end global suffering just so you can buy more bombs

go die
psychiatric war pigs
i won't be here long,
my brother a complete idiot who doesn't listen
the embodiment of love for murder
and i hate you enough to let you know this love i have for you

someone you need to call?
did i just prove to you there is an unholy mastermine
with a good disguise for the gutterball he is?
something you need to say?
something you need to realise
i won't be back. i promise
one foot out the door

between the times
no lieing down during the knight of your life
the fight for your life
dial 1 for ddd
don't care anymore
go die
you disgust me

Why is my freedom revoked because my brother signed me into a hospital
liar covering his own tracks, from a chop shop, involved with bad cops
the black market of knowing too much
euthenised by love
what a whore
i don't love you anymore
something you will never again achieve from me
insulted forever
i quiver at your feast
you lust after greed
as if this isn't hell

read any good books lately?
someone you need to call?
isn't there a war crime you need to report
backwards logic of can't run from your problems

go die

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One Month Down

One Month Down

I wake up when he calls in the middle of the night, 
He says for our country that he’s proud to fight. 
I close my eyes and I push away worry,
I talk about things that are cuddly and furry.
I won’t relax until I can hold him again, 
But if anyone can do this, it’s got to be him. 
I’ll always hope and I’ll always pray
That my favorite soldier comes home someday. 

I’m honored to support him and proud to be his wife,
He’s my everything. He’s my whole life.
It’s hard to imagine that he’s already left,
And taken my heart, now that’s petty theft.

My soldier inspires me to care and to love,
And I keep praying to our Lord up above
For his safe return and a happy marriage,
And someday a mini-soldier in a blue and white carriage.

I miss the way he rests his hand on my face, 
I’m hopelessly clumsy but he only sees grace.
I can’t cook, but he doesn’t care
Because when we order take-out, I always share!

I am very fortunate to be with him, 
Because he gives to our country again and again. 
I’m never alone because he’s close to my heart, 
On earth or in heaven, we’re never apart. 

I wonder what my soldier is doing right now, 
And if he’s sad or scared or anxious somehow. 
I love him more today than ever before, 
And tomorrow I’ll love my soldier just that much more. 

Please come back to me, soldier, safe and sound. 
Eight more months until you’re homeward-bound.

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GREEN Chapter Five

Taking their leave the Black Crime 
Syndicate top raking members wanted to
know what Malik and Jade was talking 
about.  "Just stay in y'all lane and let
me and Jade handle things" getting into 
his car Malik pulled off.  Malik lived alone
in a one bedroom apartment and drove a 
1996 Impala.  Malik wasn't a big spender 
show off.  He liked to stay under 
everyone's radar.  Only a few members of 
The Black
Crime Syndicate knew where Malik lived.  
Mecca was one of them.  So seeing 
slumped over on his doorsteps was some 
what a surprise.  Looking at the figure 
Malik could
tell that it was a woman.  "Who could this 
be?"  thought Malik as he got out of his 
Malik's brain was racing a hundred miles 
per hour.  Reaching out his hand to touch 
the woman
that's when he noticed bloody money 
stuffed into the woman's mouth.  "What 
the ****?" 
Malik's jaw dropped.  Looking into the 
dead woman's face recognizing who she 
was.  "Damn
Violet who did this to you?" taking step 
back he saw folded paper in Violet's right 
hand.  Taking the paper out of Violet's 
hand and reading it.  Malik couldn't 
what he was reading.  "It's in the best 
interest of The Black Crime Syndicate to 
stay out
of the escort business.  The Green Nation 
don't like The Black Crime Syndicate 
planting flowers in our flower bed.  The 
city of
Green Haven is our flower bed.
We had to uproot Violet to show The Black 
Crime Syndicate how serious The Green 
Nation is.  Thank you
and have a nice day".  
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown 

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Tis Satans call to claim the mind
of anyone who cares to find
the way to death and so eternity
the wages for lifes greatest tragedy
and questioning of lies that be.

What evil waits--you never know
until your hearts have made it so
brought on by greed of those who just don't care
who'd never do the same, not on a dare!
Tis not a sin to lead you there.

They'll tell you any sort of lie
for their own cause, don't ask them why
lest you be branded racist through and through
and blinded to what ever they might do
accused, you only close your eye!

The childrens minds are where they seed
to change young hearts to what they need,
but something's gone wrong in their direst plot
for truth is still a thing that's always sought
when history's written from a greed.

How does a person feel a lie?
How can you love a butterfly?
How do you know deep in your heart and soul
that all the things you're told aren't always so?
And Swastikas may fade, but never die.

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As war is fought it takes charge 
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil 
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.

Many things will forever change 
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy 
Those things we fight to keep free.

War is the greatest plague of man, 
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred 
Than the one which disables humanity.

When war breaks out, boundaries change 
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course 
Before words of peace are spoken.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race 
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die 
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

What distinguishes war isn't death 
But that man is slain by fellow man. 
Crushed by cruelty and injustice 
With his enemy's murderous hand.

War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.

Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, 
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. 
Sometimes we survive, while others must die 
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.

The rush of combat is a natural buzz 
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game 
Without a shortage of those to blame.

Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick 
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene 
To help stop the savage from being so mean.

War is a hell we visit before death 
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. 
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.

By Tom Zart


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Oh Israel I called you forth to listen
there can only be one master to the house
I redeemed you all to belong as brothers
as your service to me you have espoused 
Why do you seek control over the others
by example my purchase set you free
my will I am able to make known
when you are punished know it will come from me
I will be the one who gives directions
to the one who is my servant call
my will I am able to make known
it is to me that he will stand or fall
You raise yourselves like lions in the forest
tear into my servants like your prey
shortly I will settle the accounts here
pray your coins I will not take away
By example I set myself as servant
it was you who I washed and fed
I set a table just like a house slave
upon it was my own wine and bread
You were purchased from the wicked
were set as freemen in my tent
everything you use is my possession
you will account for how it has been spent
If you are unable to submit to my direction
know this you can be easily replaced
I will not allow you to destroy my building
I can from stone make flesh and you erased
Every servant is dependent on his master
and a master example I have set
there is only one path to true glory
the obeisance of love you do forget
I will use anyone I choose to
their service to me I'll not forget
I will raise or lower those deserving
if you refuse a decision you'll regret
Accept my admonishments directions
the gentle voice I have sent to you
you have publicly shamed my reputation
It is my example you must learn to do
My father appointed me the master
as a son in his own house I serve
I have sent my messengers before me
My arrival will dispense what you deserve
when I get hauled out of bed for this
I have to wonder to whom our Lord
has to have listen , those to whom this
is addressed you know the scriptures
Amen , come Lord Jesus
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Youngest of all she went unnoticed.
 So beautifully cultured but shy a motive.

  So talented, so loved;
   And above her the beaut world evolved.

     To Cecilia and Robbie 'twas their spring.
       But with Robbie little Tallis hoped a ring.
        Then came the industrious Marshall so virile.
          So sharp in charisma but in deeds so vile.

            little Tallis knew him a hoax.
             But out of this notion her Schizophrenic mind coax.

              Yet love unfold for Ceci and Robbie 'twas vanquished
                And in perishing indeed reputation tarnished.

                  Aye was this right of little Tallis?
                    Nope cos she got it all amiss.

                      With this couple she never again got a moment
                         So she wrote her fiction in atonement.
Dedicated to the movie Atonement ( by Joe Wright).
 Please read about atonement and write about it. (

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controversial 60's

It was the early 60’s where rock and roll was 
Taking over the land, and ELVIS was on tour with his band.
Where rock and roll was stories being told
And the teen life was starting to unfold.
We had race riots in the southern states
And black rights were up for debate.
An era of KENNEDY and KING where peaceful
Solutions they would try to bring.
Both assassinated at a young age
Because they tried to bring some change.
An Era where gas was cheap and wages low
And it cost fifty cents to see a show.
A time of the CUBAN missile crisis and VIETNAM
And protesters were taking a stand.
Then this country was taken by storm
And draft dodging became the norm.
 Although some of the 60’s was a living hell
It gave me fond memories as well.
Drive in theatres – not many to be found
But one or two are still around.
 We’d be able to back in to the drive in theatre
With a little luck- in our 53 pickup truck.
The speakers attached to the window of the door
The volume turned down very low
And the windows were rolled up so no one would know
Or- we would lie in the back of the truck
With a blanket or two
Depending on what we wanted to do.
This was the 60’s that I recall where most
Everyone had a ball. 

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A red sword cut him down on the rocks where he stood--
Nearby his kin  lay moaning in graves laced with mud.

Betrayed by their own the brave Scots held their ground---
Dashed were their hopes burned with hearths and dear homes.

The scree of pipes flared high through the ranks
Called the last surge of courage to guard their flanks.

He lost his bonnet somewhere in the fray--
But all was lost in this frigid foray.

A grim calling grabbed a chance feather by air--
Nipped from a bonnet–like a trick at the fair.

Bedazzled he gazed to the left,then the right--
But the feather escaped into the night.

Blade deep was the ghastly odd sadness he felt--
As the British death blow to Scotland was dealt.

But her ghillies danced sweet amidst clouds in the sky.
Like her kiss was the tempo --but twas his day to die.

Tragic the cries of the battle she heard
Death whispered on wings from a flock of blackbirds.
She screamed his name to the tragedy breeze--til
Keening she fell to the rocks on her knees.

V Anderson Throop
Nov 2014  ©

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Martial Dances

We live in strange times, my brother 
men make money 
with war dances 
and occupation... 
Do you not see the bombardments 
and the pillaging? 
Under the boot 
you are worn out, 
these days 
the sweat of your brow 
no longer serves you! 
Tanks come from distant lands 
passing down your streets 
demanding to know 
why you were born! 
And you can say nothing. 
Soon, if this continues, 
it will be the course of progress 
to be denied learning. 
One speaks of the rights of man 
here and there. 
Do not believe those rumors! 
You see that nothing is in place now! 
We live in strange times my brother, 
arms dealing, 
governing the land. 
Is it so difficult to understand? 
They sell the merchandise of war! 
Come listen to my counsel. 
Don't marry, it is unsupportable 
to suffer the massacre of your children. 
The success of your affairs depends 
on producing fictitious enemies 
to menace... 
In this manner 
they take over small countries 
one after the other 
under the pretext of saving them. 
While you fight amongst yourselves 
others consume your underground resources. 
What should I tell you; 
do these times plant sorrow 
in your hearts? 
Be a little understanding! 
Increase the number of fratricidal wars, 
divide your people further 
to make the lives of the invaders easier. 
Do not forget that to destroy love 
requires only this: 
Live in a society without love 
and don't educate anyone... 
Live in the clarity of obscurity, 
depend only on yourself! 
The sun rises and sets on time... 
the throats of cocks are cut 
that sing before the hour! 
We live in strange times my brother, 
men make money with war dances 
and occupation... 
Do you not see the bombardments 
and the pillaging? 

By Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI 
Paris - 17.03.2003 
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français 
French free verse translated into English free verse 
by Joneve McCormick - 2003

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A Soldiers Letter Home

A Soldier’s Letter Home

I can’t believe it is that time of year
I haven’t yet gotten that old Christmas Cheer
What with you back at home and me over here
I love you and miss you my dear

And even though I’m near the place of His birth
I hear no “Merry Christmas”; see no Christmas mirth
And Lord knows from here I see no Peace on Earth
I love you and miss you my dear

But we’ve put up a tree – looks like Charlie Brown’s
And we’ve hung on its branches gold-colored spent rounds
And when the wind blows those tinkle bells sound
I love you and miss you my dear

I miss the kids more and more every day
And you know I would be there if there was any way
Tell them I miss them and ask them to pray
I love you and miss you my dear

Now give the kids kisses and say “Daddy loves you”
And I’ll hurry home once my tour here is through
So I can give kisses and hugs to you too
I love you and miss you my dear

Well the Captain is calling, the fighting’s begun
I’ve put on my helmet, my vest; grabbed my gun
Say a prayer for me dear but now I’ve got to run
I love you and miss you my dear


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Personal Civil War

There is a civil war raging within my soul
As in the American Civil War of old.
The battle is between my heart and my mind.
It concerns whether or not I will find
True happiness with you…

My mind tells me to proceed with caution.
I thought you wanted only true emotion.
Does he feel what you are feeling?
Will love disappoint you and send you reeling?
Now I am confused…

Then my heart says to me, girl, you better hang on.
The best thing you ever had will be gone.
My heart tells me then, girl, you are in love.
Then says you’ve already broken me enough. 
I ask you…

You are no help, because a similar war is brewing
Its way through your soul, oh what is it doing?
So, I drive you crazy with my questions about how you feel.
You want me and I want you, is that enough, is this real?
Remember when love was so easy?

Boy meets girl, they fall in love
And they live happily ever after…
What happened to that kind of love?
That is what I want, what I am after…
Do you think…

Because we have been down that road
Are we afraid to tread that path of old?
“Follow your heart”, I have always heard said,
But mine is sending mixed messages to my head.
Ok, heart and mind…

Should we both hang on and see this thru?
Are you the one for me and am I the one for you?
Should I ignore the negative thoughts I get
Knowing you are the best one, yet?
I say, “Yes!”

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By the Window she Waits

She stands by the window
Looking out over the blue
For soon he will sail home
He lover oh so true

It was many weeks ago
From Valletta harbour he sailed
For the Atlantic cause
Following the convoy trail

From its industrial ports
On America's east coast
The war efforts cargo
Must never be lost

Tankers and freight
Ammunition and foods
To serve the heroic
As we deservedly should

Corvette's on the peripheral
Scouting for the packs
For these demons from the deep
And their torpedo attacks

Action stations
As the packs are discovered
Sonar kicks in
For the depth charge shower

The surface explodes
In showers of spray
As lookouts view
Any debris display

The sighting of bubbles
And traces of oil
One of the wolves is maimed
Another statistic war spoil

Days pass 
As Liverpool is reached
A rare sight indeed
For a convoy not breached

This Corvette of the brave
And the hero's who have manned
Continue on their journey
To the North African lands

By the Bay Of Biscay
Into the Gibraltar Straights
Down the Mediterranean
To Valletta where she waits

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tides are risen from tears of love

when oceans rise beyond
the beaches, and 
it seems like the 
sky is leaking
water that fills 
the sea
above its very limits
and when those
tears stop falling
from the sky
where they fell 
the only place
that is the waters
edge is the mountain
that you land on.

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Dear My Sweetheart,

Sweet as your gentle kisses were I cannot recall, 
For now my sweet, keep naught white but my pall, 
Listen not to my ghost who haunts men’s eyes, 
But whisper to me now, whisper your goodbyes.

I have nothing more to give but my holder, 
Do not keep our flame alight, please let it smoulder, 
We can be no longer, just you and only you, 
It is fair and denying that, would be untrue.

Never wonder, never dream of being bound again, 
My mind has gone, for I am bane, 
I wish it were different but my sweet, 
I dare say never once more shall we meet.

I hold to you my candle, it's flame is weak, 
Let it keep alight, let naught drop nor leak, 
Understand my wishes, and put your heart at rest, 
I love deeply, let me end my quest. 

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 I laughed out loud the other day,
When in my head, I heard a voice,
 My right brain carried out its threat,
And I shot my left brain dead.

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The Shamrock

Away across the sea I found a Shamrock, 
She was as pretty as the golden sun in Kent. 
I knew I should not touch this lovely Shamrock,
 But I knew her charm would hunt me if I went. 
I reached out and held the little Shamrock, 
The wind kept tugging just as if to say 
Please don't take this flower out of England. 
Leave if you wish but let the Shamrock stay. 
The charm of Ireland seemed to glow and prosper, 
and everything was pure as pure could be. 
Happiness was ours and soon another, 
Just as long as we stayed near the Irish Sea. 
The Shamrock flourished fine in dear old Ireland, 
where sunrise drives the mist in Dingle Bay 
and Shamrocks get along beside the channel, 
on even by the Mersey so they say. 
To take a Shamrock far from home brings trouble, 
and lucky as this charm could ever be. 
It soon began to wilt and louse its luster, 
Soon after we had moved across the sea. 
The Shamrock flourished one more time then wilted, 
and nothing I could do even seemed right.
 I tried air, water, and even sparkling sunshine,
 and even kept the door open on it at night. 
I swear I'll never move another Shamrock, 
As this one's back again now with the breeze, 
Maybe some day she'll float on back to England 
and settle down around the lovely trees.

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Oh Where Oh Where Did DADDY Go

A Dream Clutches An UnMolded Heart, Where Sleepless Nights UnFold.
You Walked Away UnTammed And UnLeashed Memories That Fade, Only
ReDefines It's True Moment Under A Shadow Of ReFlection.

Among  These Children Who Don't Know; You Won't ReTurn, A Little Heart
Cracked Can't ExPlain Oh Where; Oh Where Did DADDY Go?              

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Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.

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box of love

So just yesterday,
I found this box of love
It was right outside my door
I think it came from up above

In my dreams, 
I wrap it up in bubble wrap and send it all away
It finds a pair of enemies that i think it can save

When they get it,
They'll pass it between each other
Lettin' go of lame excuses to get back at one another

Just picture it,
I see two high primates passin' the peace pipe instead of feelin' irate.
Just smilin' because days have been givin';
And pilin' up their leaves to share the lovin' with the women

But in reality,
I know this can't be done
So I took this box of love and I put it in a song
I hope one day those enemies would like to sing along

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Gethsemane Of The Mind

Gethsemane was a garden where my Master prayed alone. 
Deep distress He was in. His crucifixion wouldn't be long. 

As in the garden, I'm in distress. I'm lonely without my wife. 
People blown, slashed, tortured I see. I'll never be alright. 

Dear love, I write this letter for you're always on my mind. 
Just to touch. Just to hold. Having your hand again in mine. 

In the day I think of you. In the night of you I dream. Every 
second of every hour you're always there...or so it seems. 

Dear love, like the sun so do you shine your light on me. 
Calming the troubling waters of my life. I'm still just like 
the sea. 

I'm at war in another land, but it's a lonely place for me. My 
garden of Eden is home with you. I'm in distress like Gethsemane. 

Dear love, I'm defending my life, yours and the kids too. 
Defending it for my country. Fighting for a girl like you! 

So depressed I get without you my sweet and darling wife. 
Need you here next to me. Please know you are my guiding 

Dear love, I want to say you're such an amazing girl. Honor, 
riches and gold won't do, wouldn't trade you for the world! 

Fortune, fame and all the rest...that stuff just won't do. 
None of it matters to me. All my riches I have in you. 

Another minute 
Another day 
Another night without you. 

Oh love 
My sweet love 
How am I missing you! 

Dear love, they just told me I'll be soon going home. 
Tell the kids I love them. I'll be back where I belong. 

Sadly I didn't make it, for in the night there was an attack. 
Several of us were killed. There's no way I'm coming back. 

Dear love, I'm so sorry. Won't be coming back to you. 
Promised I did, but now sweet love what are you going 
to do? 

Saw the news. You gave a cry, "My garden of Eden you 
are to me!" Wailing, holding my picture softly saying 
these words to me. 

"If I could hold you again. If I could have you next to me. 
My heart would be a garden of joy and not in distress as 

"Another tear" 
"Another cry" 
"Another night I scream, 'Why!?'" 

"Though I try" 
"Can't get by" 
"Just so hard to say goodbye!"

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Sixteen minutes 'til September eleventh. By the time I finish typing and editing... it 
will BE September 11th. I remember that day. In the kind of detail I don't 
remember most. Was horrible.. beyond horrible... don't think there's a word for 
what it was...

and yet...

and yet...

nice to have a date to hang our mourning 
our righteous indignation 

isn't it?

i mean...

911 is a lot catchier than


April 6 through mid-July, 1994 
when at least 500,000 Tutsis and thousands of moderate Hutus 

yah, 500k


when ya look for stats on darfur.... 
they're vague... 
but ya KNOW 
in your heart... 

if ya still listen to it...

DO ya still listen to it???

that the suffering there 
outstrips 911 
to the 
(poetrysoup does not allow this particular adjective)

i'm sorry people died in the world trade center 
i'm sorry there is hate on this planet 
but i WON'T hate with them

or with you

even if i love you 
i won't hate with you


i love us.... 
all of us



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Remember Us as Smoke

It’s a highway nightmare, or it should be,
but no one’s afraid (too much)
and the road just thunders and hummmms
on and on and on and on
under that greedy summer sun.

All of their guns are cocked and loaded
but we’re still wondering:
	Water or bullets?
	Joke or truth?
	Which is which?
I’m starting to like that you can never be sure
if that’s water or mortality dripping
from their barrels,
from their thumb-tacked smiles.

Then there’s us.
We live in the realm of
nonsense and secrets and
pure dangerlust.
I think it’s the hint
of the war zone in you
that keeps me in this.

You see,
I was born on a battlefield,
in the gunsmoke and sulfur
and dirt and lead;
I was raised in a war zone,
where I scrabbled for a wisp of meaning
among scores of hardened soldiers
(but mostly,
among the ones who had
no choice, 	no love, no fight).

I was forged in violence.

I belong in your
You’re a manifestation of trenches and dust,
of rubble and the cold thrill of martyrdom,
and I fit as a toy soldier
(too much truth there)
on the board of a child’s game.

Maybe real people
don’t fit together quite like we do,
but I’d rather be the
blistered pig iron ideal of a vagabond
than some shadow still hopelessly searching
for something that’s not there.

At the end is a firefight of old Hollywood proportions,
but I’m combat-ready and you’re battle-eager,
so let’s stop pretending that we don’t love this anymore.
(because I do I do I love it more than you)
We’ll keep writhing in the dark
until our time is up, but let’s see if
before we fizzle out, maybe we can
take a few of them down with us.

Fight me and love me,
don’t you ever settle
for an armistice, a cowardly end;
not if you want to go out as binary stars
or conjoined twins,
held together not by gravity or skin
but by the struggle to be
the triumphant,
the blood-soaked and victory-stained
of this whole affair.

So I won’t listen when they
say that this is all just something we’ve created
in our heads.
(If war is the opposite of creation,
how could we create one?
When matter and anti-matter
the only output is mutual annihilation.
Does that make us
n o t h i n g?)

We’re pushing 120 in this
high-octane pipe-dream set on the stage
of the bitterly hopeful Midwest. I’ll play
Bonnie if you’ll be Clyde,
but really, 
I think we’re a second Genesis
that’s been penned as a high-speed chase. 

We will never be hit.
We will never be caught.
We will only win. 

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A soldier's goodbye

                A soldier’s goodbye 

I take thy last breath
With it I bid thee farewell,
Into the night I shall depart
Away I will go to explore the vast lands of the unknown.

Take thy last breath as a remembrance of thy existence in your perfect life,
 I will depart from your arms
From your love and sympathy.

Wipe away the tear that fell upon your cheek
It takes away the gleam in your eyes,
Don’t cry my dear,
Don’t look at the ground
Look into my eyes
Kiss thy lips
Bid farewell.

Do not fret
My love will never fade for you
The key to my heart will always belong to you,
Let no one take that from you.

I must depart now my love,
Kiss me
One last time,
Keep me in your heart
And prayers,
For I may not return
Not by choice,
But by force.

The gunpowder will wisp through the air
And I will stand for you,
My love,
I will give you this,
My life.

Do not worry
As I die I will whisper these last words,
“ I love you.”
I will slowly parish with a smile upon my face,
Knowing that I still have your love.

My soul will watch over you,
My heart will always belong to you
You’re my life,
Kiss me before I depart.

Your lips are still so sweet
Your eyes are as beautiful as the day I met you.

I must now depart to new vast lands of danger,
But …one last kiss,
My heart is broken by the sight of this departure,
Keep my heart safe darling.

One last question my love,
Will you marry me?

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Spell B o u n d

Spelled Out

Spellbound, he captured me

But it was only a dream.

Craftily my mind carved

A space where we danced

And he drank honey

From my pomegranate navel.

Gently we caressed

Butterfly kisses extended

Unto flight of heart.

Spellbound, he captured me

But he was only a dream

His rugged jacket and 

Camouflages marched

Like ghosts in a desert

An aching in the hollows of my belly

Called out to him

Our wedding day approached

As I searched for wedding dresses

Pressed into 

Bridal magazines forever

A flower of international deceit

Instant bravery served like

Coffee wasted unto a table of

Unfinished jigsaw puzzles.

Spellbound he captured me

But I was only a dream

Jacked up into a tiny space

I did not even scream 

When my very being splintered

At my second birth

Blood and dust compressed

Clanging in the ears

Of innocent passersby

I dissolved like ice

Buttered popcorn thrown into

A crowded theatre

Surprising everyone yet

Recognizable as marches

For freedom

That will always and never

Be attainable.

He pushed me into a corner

Of my own life and I looked

Out screaming until

I broke the spell.

I captured the dream

Sat it at a distance

Breathing life into it

A dragon blast of oxygen

A parade of hope

Like on January 16

Every year dreaming

Of peace and rightness

Spell broken I captured me

Forcing air into my

Lungs as I expanded

Breath after breath

Thought after thought

Step after step

Lifting my hands 

Unto the plow

Reclaiming my raisin

From the explosion

Digging the ditches

Of reconnection

Forming a mound of

Clay into a habitation

Praying arrogantly that all

Spellbound captivity

Will end.

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No man's land a warpath not desired

Wrath of man works not of the righteous God                                                                    God will repay the wrath of a king the rod                                                                         You messengers of death be wise pacify it                                                                     no man's land before you lay in a ditch                                                                             This is not a war game or a trifling siege                                                                      you should think twice on a race to the sea                                                                    The heavy burdens of violence and strife                                                                           Whence come wars the friend of this world                                                                        consumed upon your own lusts you whorled                                                                 Where red worm twirls know what spirit you are of                                                       why should you die all men of war repent look above                                                         Warpath end of the war desolations are determined it will be                                          feathered fowl and beast filled flesh profits nothing you see                                                Your money your guns will not save your soul alive                                                            there is only one at the appointed time that will revive                                                      Seek peace and follow it with all men created                                                                    in the image of God ensue it peace emancipated                                                                The obstinate the way of peace they know not                                                                 unwise birdmen in their own snare they are caught                                                            Wars and rumors of wars looking for the day of no more wars                                            neither shall they learn war any more children beat their swords

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Shakespearean tragedy me

path of least resistance
the souls do choose
and thus we have a soul mate
what better way for a god
or demi god to rid themselves of one not to be
me the shakespearean tragedy
living in a world
far from fair
my gut tells me i shouldnt be here
and love needs to be spared
plan to fail
plan to fail
sorry love
i must turn you away
away in disgust
become everything i truly dislike about myself
and hold it to the extreme

the one left loving me
the one left there by my side
the one who stands tall with me as i plan to fall
is my murderer to be
my soul mate
the one the gods have cursed
alas they have cursed me

the path of least resistance
is it in your life?
when the tough gets going do you get tough?
or do you do what you can while you can
in the name of beauty and love
and show the gods what they shoulda woulda could of

a war in the name of using love as a weapon

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Thoughts drift towards another world
Mind starts thinking in different fold

Lets you down with no hope for
When loved ones leave alone for war

Moments spent were really happier
Day they left eyes were full of tears

Dark night waiting to sight 
Joining the group in the loop
They were traveling with the troop

Fighting hard with the foes 
They showed courage, brought them to toes

Land was full of blood as seen 
To be martyrs, they were so keen

Victory is what for which they die
Furling the TRICOLOR in the SKY.


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who titles these

lust intoned
with death.
and people, friends,
speak of ends
of where we go..
They know, within an atrophy
they goad.

they claim then with arrogance that all is lust,
and that lovers lie to truth.
But i would find,
with my eyes,
that they still must goad...
And it means that they soon shall find their seams

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From Russia with love!( for 4 July)

Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA. 
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear and asked my father:
" Daddy, will it be war? The USA will throw bombs?"
But he calmed me, he spoke,
"New war with the USA will not be".
I trusted my father - he was at war in 1941 with Hitler and knew all about war.
At that time I could not even imagine 
that I might have so much love of the USA in my heart.
My first love - the American literature:
Mark Twain, Jack London, Ray Bradbury. 
My further American love - Samantha Smith.
The little girl from the state of Maine.
She too was afraid of war, as I sometime.
She has written to our president a letter,
And he invited her to Moscow.
All Russia loved this wonderful girl.
Now many people here still are afraid.
Many think that the USA is our enemy.
If they could know 
about my wonderful American friends!
Poets and children's writers,
Simple  American people.
They so are similar to Russian people.
They write verses and prose,
They fall in love and celebrate each weekend,
They are pleased and suffer - similarly to us.
At very hard time in my life
God has given me the true friends from the USA.
I so love them! 
I pray for them, and I ask God
to pardon them and protect from illnesses and troubles.
I like the USA, and I suffer because of impossibility to visit there.
My dear Americans!
I wish you happiness, good health and well-being!
Today, in Day of Independence celebrated in the USA.

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Eyes Sparkling wide
Mom throws glitter in the air
Floating in elation

You're home
I love you
The world is shinning
You've been gone so long

I'm home now
Back from the war
The sparks there
were of death 

Here there is no death
I love you 
Your return makes our smiles shine

Jacqueline Graham
Glow of Glitter

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Through the Violent Storm

I've walked the lonely battlefield, For countless years of torment, Listening to the blasts of the cannons, Hearing the blood-curdling cries of the fallen, Watching the exploding shells, Claim many of innocent lives. I see the roaring fires burn, Smelling flesh melting off bone, Breathing in nothing but death, That corrupts the land, Poisoning the waters and lost souls. I walked the burning fields, Feeling the paths of a thousand bullets, Concealing the weeping wounds, Feeling the numbness in my arms and legs, As the blood flows down my face, Washing away my past sins. I've been through the violent storm, And the horrors that it brought, Just to come home to you, The thought of you kept me going, I've said my goodbyes to the old life, Because we shall start a new. Love was always on our side, Death may have used me as it's pawn, Until I found God on the battlefield, In the form of a wounded dying man, And he led me home to you, The only place I belong, With the one I truly love.

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From world war two in the Atlantic
I hear the drowning cries of men,
climbing out as in spirit from waters
that lap the steps of the harbour wall ;
time erodes as the sea -
washing up these thoughts that linger
here and on many beaches,
thoughts that stick and have the stench
of  used oil around them,
the name on a memorial
does not reflect the horror ;
the surf rejects such cogitation ;
for a moment, ' try again ' 
the gulls seemed to say,
' let go ' said the movement of the ocean,
but I cannot, I simply cannot
for what transcends these waves
and breathes out the universe
is love, the love of a father....   ...   ...

The old clock ticks away the day
that haemorrhages the evening,
and like a night- nurse at the bed                                         
as growing lesions slowly spread,
the crescent moon would nothing say
to see the patient pass away ;
the stars call out but they are late -
what metaphysics spring from that
while in my soul eternity
is smiling like the Cheshire cat !...
A presence haunts me as that touch -
that hugs the heels in failing light,
with eyes  that peer through space and time
and follow me into the night....   ...

The pine wood has its secrets -
I am one of them now,
like the columns of an ancient temple,
straight and upright
where no priest intercedes -
I trust it with my life,
I am theirs and they are mine,
growing inside me, sturdily and strong,
transcending their roots with my secrets
to their archetypal heaven...   ...   ...

As if a change of consciousness was meant,
against the pull of ego, the body
inwardly swept up in spiral ascent,
spirited away from me
from all the world below,
from all that I would ever be
that anyone might know ;
raised  the cloaked arm
of my archetype
to draw the void across my eyes,
and I did rise to heights of bliss
to see  the world from this -
dancing in vortices, tiptoeing on pools 
as through a mesh, devoid of flesh ;
our world is an illusion -
a carousel to light,
as in the midst of heaven
we ghost on through the night...   ...

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A Long Lonely Year

Afghanistan. far away from those I love.

Leaving was tough this time, the kids tears tore at my heart.
Only as I turned to watch them drive away, did I see my wife crying
Never has she cried, always pretending to be strong
Going away for the fourth time must have been too much for her to bear.

Letting myself believe, I will make it through this fourth combat tour.
One year seems like a lifetime, the minutes ticking slowly by.
Never letting tears of sadness get the better of me.
Everyday, I think about my wife and our four kids. Are they ok?
Lost is how I feel.  Something is missing, I can barely breathe.
Yet this is what must be done, I took an oath. I made a promise.

Yearning every second, for my wife's kisses, and my childrens hugs.
Every hour of the day I pull out their picture, to see their smiles. 
Always in my dreams, my family is there for me. Never losing faith.
Reunited we shall be, after a long lonely year.

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The Darkness in You

How long can I take this?
What you say,
it hurts my heart 
in so many ways.
How I wish 
I could show you the truth. 
Open your eyes,
help you see the light.
But you thrive in the dark,
thrive in the evil ways,
and my heart aches
when this pagan passion 
is displayed.

I knew  from the first day
there was a darkness that thrives,
deep in your soul.
I should have known
that there were still secrets to hide.
Now that I stand on the outside,
and put my rose colored glasses aside,
I am seeing everything different,
and truly realize
there are unintentional lies,
half truths that I never perceived,
and my hope will never be conceived.

You'll never truly understand,
the pain I feel inside.
You may not ever know the truth,
the way my feelings have changed.
I still care for you,
making my heart break more too.
I couldn't see
through my rose colored glasses on,
I didn't see there was 
a darkness too deep to cut through.
I truly want to believe there is brightness that hides,
but I am seeing a darkness,
that will keep consuming your life.

I truly believe,
there is greatness in you.
And after you confided in me,
I realized a battle has been fought for you too.
A part of me thought it was still going,
a war was still for your heart.
I am now realizing the truth,
the war has been won,
blood has been shed,
and very little can be done.
The light will never give up,
but your darkness overwhelms,
and hides you from the truth.

You are not as free as you say,
not a God,
but an unknowing slave.
and this truth will never come through.
The lies are too deep,
for you too believe,
that you could be anything less,
than your own king.
Kings all become fallen,
their lives are all lost.
Even they will have to stand up,
to a higher God,
their pride is their highest cost.

I'll sit here on my knees,
and I'll pray and pray.
I've told you once and believe,
I will never push on you my ways.
But I will continue to cry,
maybe the tears will help the light thrive.
I'll sit here in the background,
battling for your life.
Though I feel like the battle is lost,
and you will never know
that the battle won over you,
didn't make you a king, a God,
but made you a slave.

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Bullets, Balloons, Body

"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."

                                                            A Rambling Poet

A river on my left
Rail tracks on my right 
Yet the aim of a gun is my only sight.

A weapon heavier than me
A lover stronger than thee
And colored balloons under a tree.

An eye settling for the perfect gun-eye injury
A weapon close to a heart which (ironically) has never known fury.

Blue, Green, Red, Yellow
Each color in a row.

My finger on the trigger
And a mind of vigor
Shot four of them dead
Yet not a tear was shed.

On undressing myself the same day
I saw the same colors of May
On my thighs, breasts and arm,
A reflection of his charm.

Somrwita Guha

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My Last Tour

My last tour of duty is finally near
To never see again this barren frontier
My heart beats wildly to be with my wife
To live tomorrow and beyond and get on with our lives

I dream of the airport as my plane touches down
To run into her arms in kissing drown 
Rushing of home to continue our bliss
Thoughts of our love drives me to wish after wish

Our romantic want starts since many a night
Rose petals, candles and champagne delight
Silk sheets and oils to well into the morn
The delight of our union, in nine months our first born

To love and to cherish my wife forever
Our hearts as one, and never to sever

My entry into Laura's " A Romantic Longing " contest

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Secret Arsenal Of Love

You made my heart get hijacked
With an explosive love attack
Like a sweet and caring war
That I've never felt before
An arsenal that full of weapons
Keeps me on my toes and guessing
What loving thing you'll do next
Maybe making me digest
All the hugs you want to spare
You need to wear a sign "beware"
Of the arrow I will shoot
In your heart, I wont dispute
Anything that you want
I just love the way you flaunt
And tease me with brand new weapons
That you use in full discretion
Secretly you  like to plan
Small battles that are so grand
When I surrender and completely
Give my heart and soul so sweetly
To the soldier of my world
Who keeps me in such a twirl

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The Color Red

At the beginning it was all so great,
but now i am walking away from this state.
I loved ever moment that we spent together,
I thought we would go on like that forever. 

But i am sorry to say that you have torn my heart apart,
I was praying on my hands and knees from the start.
Praying so that this would not happen,
but it happened and it ain't stopping. 

I beet my self in the chest now for letting this go so far,
I wish i could just forget this all to remove this scar.
The scar that you left on my soul is way too deep,
everything poring out of it is nasty and smells so creep. 

I know that people say to "Forgive and Forget",
but i can do only one thing, and its pore it out without a fit.
So i am done with this hell people call life,
i am on the edge of this earth waiting to survive. 

Dedicated to the one that broke my heart. 
No names will be spoken.

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Hate vs Love

Defending the world against war and hate, Can be a task that leads one to his fate. The struggle to change a corrupted generation From violence to love to save a nation. The hype is about war and money making, When it should be about love and Earth saving. When did living off ones land go out the door? Now it's about attacking the poor. Nations suck poor souls in, And use them as pawns to gain money again. When will the world say no to war? Will it be to late to save the world?
-Eddie Cox

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Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.

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Gamblin' man

Every battle has been fought
Each and everyone was lost
Looking back across the years
Count the scars and count the cost

There’s no winner in this war
Yet, the loser lives to tell
Of the good times and the bad
Tales of heaven, tales of hell

For this story’s never ending
And the passion and the laughter
They can wilt like precious flowers
Or the pledge of ever after

So I'll take me to the river
Where the water’s cold as ice
As the church bell tolls forlornly
I will roll the final dice

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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth

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Seperate Worlds

Fade to black
Shiney stones surface
I see your silhouette
You are alone
I am frozen
Moments pass by
We stand within the stillness
I am your enemy
You are my heart
Captured essence
Innocent smile
Hate me later
Im only here for awhile
I crawl beneath your skin
Moments disappear
Then gone

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If You're Jealous

if you're jealous, then you have something to say
i know that we say it in wierd ways
but all the same, say it
and expect me to be  the same way
they say that "love is a two way street."
with a little bit of jealousy it's easy to defeat
but jealousy says i love you, even in deceit
is it really true that you want my attention
i doubt if word's will make you listen
so what am i left with to show my affliction
there is no easy way to show you my condition
my only hope is that you feel some perdition
if your any thing like me you'll feel the pain
if you really love me you'll go a little insane
give me what you promised me
your faith and nothing else
in the sight if jealousy, my only wealth

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As Strong as Death

Like love latches on,
Death takes hold when life escapes
And will not let go.

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Soldier Lover

I long to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your touch, to taste your lips.
You left me in tears and tragedy, not a single word again, not even a whisper. I can not be selfish, I just know I cant. Your memory will live on in me, your love will blossom in my heart. I will never see you again, your eyes and your soul. But I have to be proud, though it is so hard. Just to have been loved by a warrior, it tears me apart.

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unbalenced light and dark

the balence of light and dark
has merged with 
its own balenced 
perfection, was light
is what was dark,
what it is ,
is what it was,
for it will never be
its own perfection,
and darkness
still never
the light.

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"Have you hugged yourself today?"

I still remember that question.
I was not able to answer it.
But there you were, you always so,
if you ask questions
you have had the answers.

"Your arms are too short for your body.
but certainly long enough for me."

Then you came into my arms
and dwelt therein.

"Do you still keep that hug?"

We asked each other.
Then we laughed together.

A hug is the only
answer to the question.
Then buried us into memories.


My wife prefer to hug than to say a word:

"i love you, boy!
i love you, hubby!"

As if the two arms
can convey all the secrets.

Our children grow
loving arms more than words.

That is why every night my wife
prayed to be an octopus.
And all of us come into
the hugs of her hands.


One by one, the body
will escape from the hug

then our arms
began to carry guns
and wars.

The body was destined
to belonged to a hug
then later owned by bullets.

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Finally I can let you go,
Why keep u?
You don't deserve me,
You never did.
Always using me,
Used me for what you want,
Which was anything.
You wasn't fair,
but hey life isn't fair right?
You was there for me in the beginning,
but u grew from me,
I was there for you,
Through every problem we had,
I comforted you,
Gave you encouraging words,
Everything I did was out of love,
It was my duty as a spouse to you,
But u hurted me,
Forgetting about my pain, 
You always wanted things your way,
Going through for three years,
You wouldn't imagine the stress,
The pain,
The deceit i went through,
Trying to forget my past,
I was loving you,
But u said It wasn't enough,
And you sure didn't care to help,
You always thought about your needs,
Your life that included me as a comforter,
Not a lover,
So think about you now,
Go with whoever,
Forget our engagement,
Forget we ever met,
Because I am going places,
Places that you would imagine.
Finally I am free!!!

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Bedroom War

She wears peace signs

But screws like bombs erupting

Hips rocking like caterpillar tracks

Rolling over boulders

‘It’s a war in there, baby

And I wanna fight’

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Watch The Horizon

That orange-pink sky
takes my breath away.
So pure and lovely
it spreads across the horizon.

But as the sky grows darker and darker
The pink fades to purple 
The orange to red
The light blue to a colder blue
Night is coming.

Before i knew it
The sky was glimmering in stars
The full moon shining brightly over head
The wind picked up a bit
And i shivered

The night was cold 
And the dark made it colder.
As an action to stay warm 
I pulled up my collar 
But it didn't work.

I quickly made my way home
Being sure no one saw
For they didn't know i was out.
For they didn't know i was waiting for my miracle.

I wake up early the next morning
And head outside.
The birds were starting to wake up
The sky was turning that soft pink color
Of sunrise. 

I quickened my pace 
to make it on time.
And just as it began i made it to the stop

The sunrise was beautiful
and it took away my breath.
I smiled to myself and thought my wish.
I had a feeling,
Something good will happen.
All i had to do was watch the sun set.

With hope in my heart 
And joy filling my body
I jogged home.

The day was passing 
and the sunset was coming
I needed to get out
Right Now!
I excused myself and quickly went outside

I ran to the stop.
Panting and tired i made it a little late
The sky was an amazing orange/purple color
I smiled despite the day i had. 

Once again the sunset was ending
But today it was different
Today a figure walked toward me
And deep in my heart i knew it was you.

5 years, 8 months, 12 weeks
25 days, 24 hours, 30 minutes 
was all it took

To see you walking back to me from war
And all i did 
was Watch the Horizon

Dedicated to all those families who have a loved one in the military. We wish for their safe return. God Bless them all!

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Just Like Me

Sometimes I like for my poems to tell a small story that occasionally has a twist at 
the ending.  You never know where my poems might lead until you've read further:

Just Like Me

Monday morning was gloomy and cold
A little like I 'd felt when I had been told
That you’d be leaving.
You had warned me that life would be like this
You had said the military wouldn’t end our bliss

The café was quiet and a static radio played
Nondescript music was just a noise that was made
Background for tears.
But I knew I had to be brave and strong for you
Yes, it was true, I knew what I was getting into.

You’d left the recruiting office when I'd first met you
It had started to rain and you pulled off a wet shoe
Hobbling into the cafe
I invited you over and we talked, I remember clearly
Smiling at how excited you were about the military.

Fluorescent lights were blinking a yellow-blue hue
We were sitting quietly now at that same table for two
Silence full of words.
I looked at you and wanted to say what I was thinking.
But distraction was made by the coffee cups clinking.

We drank our coffee and I wondered what to say
I couldn’t pretend that this was just another day.
The words spilled:
The house is way too quiet when you are gone
Promise me this time you won’t be gone so long.

You sighed deeply, pushed back your chair and stood
I thought how that uniform always makes you look good.
You grabbed the bill.
I know that I'm lucky to have such a wonderful life
Just as I know I’m lucky to have such a beautiful wife.

I knew that we’d have to leave and say goodbye
You paid the bill and I managed to hold my sigh
The ride was too short.
You said for me to take good care of our son
But it was getting late and you’d have to run

Kisses and hugs were over too way too quickly 
You waved goodbye and disappeared in a hurry.
One more time.
I sighed and drove off, remembering our embrace.
I picked up our son early so I could see your face.

We stopped at the store and picked up groceries
And on our way home he counted all the trees.
Every single one.
We ate dinner and he said as we watched the TV
Some day he hoped to be a great dad just like me.

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To Say the Least

Take my heart and let it beat
Till it’s last try.
Take my smile and let it shine
Till it dies.

Till it’s last try,
The world will fight.
Till it dies,
The sun will bite.

The world will fight 
With all it has.
The sum will bite
Back the night.

With all it has 
This star has fought
Back the night
To win the war of life.

This star had fought
Till its death 
To win the war of life.
To say the least.

Till it’s death,
Take my smile and let it shine.
To say the least,
Take my heart and let it beat.

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Love all and all of me

I want true love
that knows all of me.
That brings total freedom
allowing to all,
and all to see.
A Love that is truth
and not some idealist's scene.
Our Hope given flight
in clear blue skies enthroned,

For there is not one among us who has not said:
"I have a dream".
I know it is His to make all whole,
to have all gleam.
Perhaps a time now
for the meek to tread loud,
and the boastful silently.
For hands taken
from labour unending;
of bending the worldly.
When He reaches out,
a rousing shout:
some in love; many angrily.
The dream: 
Collective will given over to spirit
not rule.
the past measure.
Just be.
The only true desire
is for a true love
to love all, 
and all of me.

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We fight for many reasons...
We fight for freedom, peace
and love. 
We fight for love and 
against love. 
Love is a non-stop 
war sometimes between 
two people sometimes 
between more...
When one war is done
you come out with battle 
wounds. But the wounds
dont matter when you come
back to the one you fought 
for. When you come back 
and they have open arms 
for you no matter what happened. 
They have the same battle wounds
as you. When this battle is over 
the next one comes along soon
after. Sometimes you think 
you finished the battle and there 
will be no more fighting, but then 
they start up again. You think you 
finished it when you tell yourself
that your never going to fight for 
this person ever again even though
deep down you are fighting to them 
off your mind....
The war is never over...

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Young in Love Again--- SONG 2

Every time I breath,
	I feel your arms around me;
     Holdin’ on so tight, that it makes it almost impossible to see.
The stars are dancing their own little dance, as we hear the drums
		Pounding in our ears.

I remember we were running through the trees,
Trying to reach the top,
Giggling and screaming at the top of our little lungs,
I wish we could go back and be
Young in Love Again.

I flash back to us growing up,
Catching each other in long silent glances,
With the same little question bugging me and you.
But then there was your girl; 
And she adored you, then I was always blue.

I remember sitting alone writing in my book,
Watching you stand there cuddling her,
With me longingly looking, dreaming I could be her and 
I kept wishing that we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.

Then there was the day,
	That long awaited day.
You had left her for me,
   And in sweet ecstasy, you kissed me.

I remember everything falling into place,
Walking down the aisle to you,
Standing there in black and blue;
Our dreams were finally coming true 
And we were no longer wishing to go back ‘cause
We were Young in Love.

But then things changed. . .
	One little change, we didn’t expect it to come.
        It was the letter sent for you to go.
		And in my head,
	Was all the bad, wondering if our precious little one would survive,
			From all my pain
				From this one good-bye. . .

And I remember going back to all the good,
Breathing out the bad,
Trying to forget the truth, that you had to go;
And we were praying together, 
That we could go back to being
Young in Love Again.

And I remember. . .
	And you remember. . .
        So we remember. . .
		And we pray. . .
				That if we meet again in another place. . .
We will be
	Young in Love Again.

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Live, Love, Die, a new

In this field a man gave his life,
Not for glory nor country,
but for the safe of his wife.

Now flowers grow where his head lay last,
Doomed to then die when this season has past.

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Renegade Heart

I'm a soldier, can't you tell by my wounds?
I've been tortured, I've been beaten, and I've been bruised! 
I have scars, I have stitches, I feel pain all the time. 
I don't cry anymore cause tears have stopped falling from my eyes.
I've broken up homes and destroyed countless bonds 
But I too have been lied to and conned! 
I've fought many battles and won many fights 
I've learned many tactics like when to shoot and how to shoot right.
My brain is filled with memories, memories of my wars
I've tried to erase them but they've filled my body like the sores.
I've played in fire and got burnt time and time again 
Destruction seems to be my one and only friend 
Cause my enemies are countless and are everywhere I turn
But the one thing I desire hurts more then the wounds I've endured,
Battlefields cause damage I could have suffered more
But when its all said and done all is fair in love and war!

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God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

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"In the Street Light"

In the dead of night, surrounded by an odd white light,
A woman stands with strands of hair in her face, and a letter in her hands.
She kneels on the ground and feels the cold cement, knowing what the letter conceals,
A tear runs down her face while she sits alone in this foreign place; her heart quickens pace.
Her life passes before her, she feels she can move no further, and her breaths grow shorter
The street lamp above flickers out, revealing every doubt shown in her weary pout
A car passes by and again she begins to cry, for the one that has died
The letter falls to the ground, and there is no sound to be found as it falls
On the front is the seal from the United States Army, and a worn piece of her husband’s uniform

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The letter

I've fallen today on the war field
with my gun and a picture of you 
these are my final words hear them loud
for i hear the angels singing in the clouds

your my everything,your my world
make sure to kiss our little girls
say goodbye to my mom and hug my dad
and don't forget the wonderful  life we've had

now i hear amazing grace coming closer to me
this note that i am writing is for your eyes to see
i hope someone will give to you this letter for me
because i will pass on today for the land of the free

i see the gates and i am about to go in
so these last few words is all i can do
my breathing is getting harder and its time for me to go
so baby i love you and I'll be watching you, maybe
not in person but in soul, tell our girls their mom loves them so

so whenever you are lonely,i will be there
and tell our little girls to keep up with there prayers
cause i will be listening all the way up here

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Notes of a Poet

To give up on love is to give up on life. I find not that men and women have the answers to 
life's greatest questions; but that we band together through emotion to fight life's battles. 
The greatest emotion of them all being love. Life is like war in many ways. Full of death and 
pain. With shear moments of victory. I try to focus on my victories and not my losses. When 
people speak of depression I often think they must of given up on love and are forced to 
fight the war alone. 

To love is to live.

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Demon Below - Part One

Adam, his moves are like no other,
thank you for taking the knife out of my back
a dagger I ignored,
until the odor of hate kept pushing the blade deeper than before
Adam, Dear, don't think less of me,
since I will voice my vicious words once more
the way the stranger slicked and slithered in a worm like movement
I was hooked, I admit, biting the apple for the second time
I will no longer bite my tongue,
watch as I hand over the dull knife back to this dark lonely shadow

Blind under the ungaurded tree, a quick voice drew me in
the way it came at me, like a friend holding hands, covering my back,
a paradise in his own mind, a moat of quicksand, my foot sunk in

Offering his game,
a stench I ignored, building friendships, trusting the new employee
I don't run with the sheep,
must I be punished for accepting his bouquet of daisies
Adam, I can't take this, the way he slanders, our name
must I make a fool, from he who's been biten by fools before
I don't wish to go down this road, but I have no choice
these sneaky attacks, are the weakest form of sinning
in a way I kind of feel sad, and wish he bathe his words in chlorine
a reptile, like chameleon, I did not see this one coming.
The only theft that took place, was when the stranger took my friendship
and shook the Devil's hand, in front of me, laughing at the notion
of never having my back, a slap in the face, for luring him my way
Adam, you are my man, you are tall,
like a Lady I will step back and let you take care of it all...

By Poet - Eve

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My Pen Writes Only Words of Love

MY PEN WRITES ONLY WORDS OF LOVE My pen writes only Words of Love. You say prove Manly Valor. You say by Dodging Death true literary heroes Win a War. I comply Shred my paper Change my ink Days and bloody Nights of War skies war shatter grounds war tremble I dream rations of War. Repeat thrice repeat again until music sounds mad battle music music lost in ragged shouts with the syllables made weary weary of simplicity of sheer repeating until repeating multiplied in muffled sighs loses numbers in the Fray I write only Red. But to my shame (and with a secret, lingering delight) Whatever pen in hand spattering whatever color in pen flirting with the windy wayward paper I dodge only Love Rockets my Pen adept now to sequencing of blood days-- death’s playmate needs a sassy voice-- grim hilarity hides terror Valiant and Red Crimson reflects only a familiar, inscrutable kissing shade --- the aching inner lips of you
Note: a medieval musician was threatened with death if he couldn't sing epics. He answered he could only sing love songs. That incident was the inspiration of this poem.

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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10

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Wide eyes
lips hovering right below a scream
hair pulled into a fist
mouth covered
panicked eyes
heart rattling

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Chico the Wino

He drifted into town one day.
We didn't ask his name
Or where he came from.
(Some guessed way up north.)
They called him Chico the Wino.

We didn't muse or ponder
That he was some mother's son --
Jack or Joe or Jim or John --
Who went over there
And couldn't go home again.

We didn't know what he did in the war
Or what the war did to him.

We were just boys
Not quite men,
But he let us be his friends.
He was old -- maybe 25.
His hair was thick and white.
We marveled at that
But we didn't ask why.
His skin was smooth and tan
Except for a circle
Where a ring had been.

He wasn't melancholy or grim --
He could tell a lie or spin a yarn
Or joke and laugh with the guys
 (Except for his eyes)

We found him one day on his cot
Clutching his last bottle of Muscatel.
In his other hand an ancient tin
Crammed with medals
And one golden band.

Somewhere a mother mourns
For Jack or Joe or John or Jim --
For the son who went over there
And never came home again.

Somewhere a young bride
Touches the pillow where he had lain --
The lover who never returned --
And weeps for what might have been.

The mother's son,
The young bride's lover
Were lost far away
In a violent land
And now Chico the Wino
Has at last found what he sought;
His war is over; Peace is bought.

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Fall on your knees, and don't worry about what you think others will say... just fight your demons...and pray 
The angels will circle you before you it gets too rough to endure... fight what you just found out were all lies.. and worry not about saying a proper goodbye. i remember times unreal and too visual... and i didn't worry about getting it made official. things app...earing no one would believe ... ain't a magic trick ... but roll up your sleeves. 
fall on your knees and endure the pain.... and watch the blood flow like a horizontal rain.... fight.. and know you are not alone... if you don't want to be. only if thats what you choose. either way... you will not lose.

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Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again

As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields

For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth

Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you

She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained

These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure

The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne

For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant

There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt

With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile

She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight

Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

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Give Peace a Chance

im tired of waiting
we cant do it alone
no not on our own
their thrills
so violent
they're killing 
everything in sight
you sit and wait
do you think its alright?
its bringing the world to its knees
but what can we do
if were not doing anything?
violence doesn't wait
peace can do great
great things
just give it a chance
if it doesn't work 
then you can go back to...

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September 11th 2001

It still seems like a dream,
Or a scene from a bad movie.
It was hard to take in then
And it hurts to see it now.

I see reminders everyday in papers, films and on TV,
There they are standing tall.
But New York has a big heart,
You can hurt it but you’ll never break the core.

When the first plane crashed and we heard the news,
We were filled with grief and sorrow.
But then later on when the second plane crashed,
Our grief was mixed with fear of our tomorrow.

All around the world the news broke and everyone stopped,
Then the third plane hit the Pentagon.
What in the world was happening here?
On September the eleventh, 2001.

When the Twin Towers collapsed one at a time,
We still couldn’t believe the news we were hearing or seeing.
The devastation, the tragedy, the loss of lives,
Now three quarters of the world were grieving.

Pictures we were seeing, voices we were hearing,
Sadness and tears in all our hearts and eyes.
We reached out to touch, but they had gone,
The worst part of all was not saying goodbye.

Out of all this tragedy and despair,
There are so many people that shine through.
Most of the world extending their hands and hearts,
But all of the ‘Heroes’ of this are all of you.

We’ll grieve everyday and pray for those,
Who lost someone and never let us forget.
That we stood tall and side-by-side,
On September the eleventh, 2001.

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you told me so

you said it would happen
and i knew it too
im back in rehab now
its the best thing i can do

not only for me
but for my children the most
so my family was right, they told me so
i told them they were right,with one last toast

ive always been a very open person
very proud, kind an true
never meant to hurt anyone
im sorry,but i always knew

ive been fighting this battle
for quite some time now
ive won some, but lost even more
now its the last chance an i have to somehow

keep truckin ahead and no looking back
im doing so well in my road to recovery
so much more to learn along my journey
everyday about myself i keep discovering

i want it all or nothing
an you'll see its true
when i finally get my baby back
i'll proudly say i told you all that i'd see it thru

see it thru to win my last an final battle
with the addiction an the ones i love
ive proved to be a diamond in the rough
now i feel as free as a flock of white doves

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The Good-bye

Tear filled eyes
the last kiss
this is the last hug
to let you know 
you will be missed.

The last look in your eyes
thinking about
what was just said
our last I love you 
buried in my head.

Laying on my bed 
wishing it was a dream
I close my eyes, and
I fast open just  to see
if you would be next to me.

I know I have to stay strong
I believe we can make it  through
I only wish I knew if you
are  thinking about me too.

Looking at the same night sky
staring at the same  full moon
I pray to God that you will return home safe
to me and to the love  we always knew.

-Terri Evans

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Winning souls tend to change everything,
Including who and what we are.
When our darkness within transforms to light
And our eyes have the luster of a star.

We must always pray for the lost among us
Who eagerly race toward the wrong direction.
So they may know their own repentance 
Blessed by God’s, grace, love and protection.

All of heaven’s heroes  have suffered remorse
From hate, fear, lust, loneliness and war.
They do what they do with deliverance of heart
Defeating the dark side of life and more.

Noah found safety within the beams of his ark
To endure heaven’s cleansing of earth.
Moses the deliverer, climbed a mountain
Descending with God’s guidelines of worth.

David the shepherd, a boy among men
Slew evil’s giant with a flying stone.
Samson the strong man, broke from his chains
Toppling the temple with God’s help alone.

Jonah was swallowed by a monster fish
To be cast up on shore with a prophecy to tell.
Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to the cross
And without his forgiveness we’re doomed to fail.

Lord I’ll feel blessed to greet all your heroes
When it is my time to escape my woes.
I’ll clutch their hands and kiss their face
As we celebrate the journey we chose.

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The Perfect Gift

Nine months is not very long...although
it seems forever, since you've been gone.

I still remember that knock at the door, two
strangers, I recognized, by the uniforms they wore.

Disbelief in the words, I heard them say...killed in
action, on Christmas Day.

When you left me, for a land far away...I ask Jesus
to keep you safe.

I have been so alone, with just my memories of you,
but today your Christmas Present arrived, and he is
so cute.

He came into this world, giving me back my life,
someone I can hold , all through the night.

Merry Christmas, my sweet soldier...the words 
I never got to say, you gave me a gift so perfect,
in every way.

Even though you are not here, to hold your son,
I promise, he will always know his father, and the 
good you have done.

We will decorate our tree in Red- White- and Blue...
"This year, and always, in remembrance of you."

Merry Christmas from us both, your wife, and baby son,
we will all be together one day....when our work is done.

"Please, pray for our soldiers."

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In Love and War

What do you live for
When there’s nothing to die for?
How can you fight
A war that’s not ours?

When you give it all
You mean nothing
When you keep it all
You feel nothing

Love is what we live for
Love is what we die for 
You fight for love
Start wars for love

You cry for love
Love isn’t there
When you are scared
Love isn’t there

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Death and beyond

Hours transpired like every other day. Perched on the trees, sparrows chirped, keeping the dreadful silence at bay, and sunlight across the land, whipped. Laid there on the grassy lawn, was a lovely lass dressed in a corset. Smelling the blossoms like a fawn, enchanted was she by nature's best. Up the hill ran a hysterical lad, his face as white as a sheet, shattered her heart to more than just a shard, and made her swoon to her feet. Minutes rolled to hours, and hours to days, and there she sat like a stone. With her eyes so lifeless and cold, her once rosy lips now as dry as a bone. Draining her blood was her soul, turning her visage as of a ghoul. Neither did she eat, nor drink, as she stooped over life's brink. Deep down was an endless bottom, which her rotting psyche couldn't fathom. The day came when her eyes lit up, like a hopeless spark in a dark cavern. She let go and set her eyes on the stars afar, and said "I'll be there wherever you are".

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The Conundrum

The Conundrum

It is the noblest honour to serve,
But the most natural thing to love, 
I present to you this conundrum,
Which is better to love or to serve?
To love is natural, to serve is noble,
Yet there exists no greater foe than these,
Man must choose,
If love triumph nobility is sacrificed, 
If service triumph passion is sacrificed,
To ask man not to serve is blasphemy,
To ask man not to love is inhumane,
Shall we become stone’s to serve or 
Become traitors to love.
True service enlists love, and there can 
Be no love without service.
For which is better the love of a women  
Or the admiration of men.
My weeping is two-fold,
One for never dreaming  and 
The other for never loving.

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im a war by sean kingston and lil wayne

Lil Wayne
Yung moola baby
I'm at War 

I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

Sean Kingston
Me love you girl, you loving me
So don't fight together cause it was meant to be
Me feel like, I'm in the army
Cause to be with you, that's where my heart wanna be

It's like I'm about to die just to get with you
Feel like you're putting me through World War II
Got my soldier suit and my Timberland boots
Girl I'm down for whatever cause my love is true
So I tell her I'm at war with the love of my life
Sweat from my brows running down to my eyes
Everything you are's what I need in my life my life my life

I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

At war, at war, at war, at war, at war.
I'm at war

Lil Wayne
Salute to all the veterans
And girl your love's like a nuclear weapon
I'm a five star purple hearter purple sparker camouflage
Follow my every command and order
You can just call me Captain Carter
So let the missiles rain on your parade
Cause my love is a soldier
and my heart is a grenade, kabloom
I'll bomb any platoon, just call me World War II

I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
Cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

Sean Kingston
Your mother said, don't talk to me
But it went through those ears girl, as I can see
So make me know whats your fantasies

Cause baby girl I think that stands to me
I'm on the front line and Im risking my life
I'll make a sacrifice just to have you by my side
You're the one I love, you're the one I trust
I'll hurt someone that come between us

So I tell her I'm at war with the love of my life
Sweat from my brows running down to my eyes
Everything you are is what I need in my life my life my life

I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war

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The sun rises,
Bloodshot red sky.
Tainted by blossoming bullet holes.

Can I ever return
To the naivety of ignorance?
Whistling and explosives echo in my head.
Fade to black. Again.

The inky night,
Spreads like infection
Over the horizon like whispers, 
Tendrils of numbness.

Can you ever return,
From your fragmented slumber?
Don't make me face my demons alone.

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Twisting, turning tearing apart
Your like a Tornado to my heart
Every time I pick up the peaces put them back
Here you come again with another attack

I can not forsake you
Or walk away
You are my baby boy in blue
I have to stay

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Your Word Oh God is our bread
by your prophecy are we led
your Truth Oh Lord shall be our wine
for by these two do our lives define

Though your sins be as scarlet you be made white as snow
when you accept Jesus and his Father come to know
no earthly treasure that exists on earth below
can compare to the riches to his Sons do show

You do with Holy Spirit lead
your servants to those who True Love need
to give understanding to hearts who hear
and knowledge that your King draws near

Your servants on earth do know your will
the veracity of Truth you in them instill
the prophetic Word by life do fulfill
exposed the lie that by death does kill

We are but clay molded by your power
the life we live tis but an hour
you must guide and teach your ways
to live by your Word is endless days

From ages to ages you are our God
with the Truth of Kingdom our feet are shod
like forefathers and prophets your name do laud
We have accepted your will and given our nod

Through the pen of Truth do prophets speak
whose origins humble and nature meek
you chose the weak of the world to confound the wise
to spread the Truth and uncover the lies

You nurture those who seek your face
who know this system you will replace
the gifts of God been given a taste
who know their lives they must not waste

Jesus the firstborn of a new creation
with him the Sons of God rule the nations
the wise virgins have trimmed their lamp
with his seal of approval received his stamp

In the latter rain do Sons and Daughters prophesy
uncover the Truth and reveal the Lie
within your dreams and visions do see
from the past and future what is to be

Joel 2:28-32 1Cor. 1:21-31 2Cor 5:17 
Galatians 5:14-16 Ephesians 1:1-23 
James 5:7-8 1John

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller

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something that pushes here
is a man.

the story 

and take my hand
you tell me that wars
all the love
are there 
to get me.

end of poem

something that pushes here
is a man from our hands

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I Love You

I love you is more than just my words,


It is this deep down driving force of a silent sound.

Love is a magnet igniting sparks to try higher light.

Love connects beaming light twinkling at midnight.

Unmistakably, I’m assured audibly to get this heard.


I love you is more than me,


Love is pending in the depths of me I touch.

This is more than what I can realistically feel.            

It is a bargainer’s deal for the sweetest steal.

Evidently, I run wild because I set it all free!


I love you is less than you,


It is an uncut gashing wound,

With lifetimes of a scored scar,

It is a typhoon of who you are,

Apparently, it is difficult to do!


I love you is less than them,


It is always lost,

It is never found,

It binds to a cost,

Hearts are bound.


I love just like you,

And you love just like me!


I swear to my God Almighty from up above my heart is pure and true!

I really do embellish everything my love is suppose to do just for you!


Forever and ever, the whole world shall open their eyes daily to see!

In lieu of this unconditional love, it is here I will always want to be!


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Please Lord: A Soldier's Prayer

Please Lord: A Soldier's Prayer

Dear Lord,
Please tell my son that I was sorry 
that I was not there when he was born
Tell him that missed his first step and
the first time he said "dada"
Tell him that his first day of school was a
story his mommy told me in a letter from home
Let him know that I wish I could be there to play
catch with him on a hot summer day and I will not be the
one to cheer him when he pitches his first no-hitter.
I will not see the light in his eye when he brings home
his first of many true loves
and I will not be there when he finally chooses the one
I will not be there to hear his son scream
at the first moment of life.
and "papa" will not be there to hold him.
Dear Lord, please do not tell him that you last saw me
I was laying face down in Iraqi sand stained with my blood
but make sure to tell him that with my last breath I said for
you to tell him that I love him.

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War and Peace

He comes to shake         the foundations of the earth
the work of every hand                   of man to prove
to punish the unjust            and expose sin
and those who hate righteousness           he will remove
He has sent the call           into all existing lands
that men should seek peace            and it pursue
to separate            the wheat and tare
and expose the hidden things         men do
To close every mouth          that speaks a lie
uncover every            thought of hatred done
he has freely offered           you a life of truth
but will not spare            to scourge when they come
For the stories told in time      are now fixed
and what is written in its scroll          now firmly set
he will open them       for his kings to judge
and those who have found mercy              their sins forget
Those appointed to be Kings         will take their station
they will rule with Christ                     for a thousand years
subject to the rule of God         is every nation
no war will there exist           or the inclement of fears
For though the promise           seems long in coming
all the signs are             made visable by light
raise your eyes oh Israel                   your God comes judging
and will reward those                who have walked in right
Be reconciled in heart           to seek the truth
that who you are              you come to understand
You are called to love truth             and your brother
until the peace of God           lives in the land
The trumpets blast            call the armies to their war
the winged ones ride               the winds of wrath to charge
and poured out is the fury              of his chalice
the cup of violence        is deep and large
For all governments of man     are chains to slavery
their aim to lift themselves            and you to rule
but Christ's intent           is to lift you from this knavery
that you might not          become the fires fuel    
So make your peace         and seek his mercy now
for when this time arrives         will be too late
though undeserved the offer         of forgiveness
the price will be too high             if delay you wait
sources: all the prophets of Israel great and small

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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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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And man will fight with murder and destruction
When peace and negotiation can go no further
Heaven shed many tears; to see that man
Does not even try to find peace if he can

For man has turned against each other
Heaven is full of sadness; and brother against brother
Humanity await his greatest fall
While heaven pray for us all

In the midst of this madness and pain
Everyone should remember Abel and Cain
Save six thousand;one man, General De Lare
Risk his life, has love to share

As Belgium rules Rwanda, the child
The sibling rebels, revolts and runs wild
The Rwandan president is dead; his plane is shot
All hell breaks loose and the temperature gets hot

The Hutus,supporters of the foreign government
Decide to bring genocide on the peaceful Tutsis without armament
Men women and children,are mowed down with machete and guns
And so instead of helping, the Belgian army runs

France, Italy, Belgium and the Vatican see the massacre of a peaceful people 
The catholic church loses its steeple
They turn their backs,  turn up their noses
The people die and their families are forced to smell the roses

To take their ex patriots, the French, Italian and Belgian appear
And after they leave, hardly a Tutsi is found standing there
The United Nations Pull out, no diplomacy, no oil, no solution
Things turn seriously grave, the Tutsis are swallowed up in this revolution

When eight hundred thousand Africans dead
All across the world, not a tear is shed
In every nation, love leaves, and enters hate
Atlantis  revisit, as man does not see his terrible fate

.William Morrissey 1/28/07

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Fear The Beauty Within A Serpent

Enslave myself in the climax of my fears.
Rejection chains me up depriving me from loving you.
Ignore, I always do to your unique stare.
Forcefully I fight so you wont invade my heart.

Great challenge I face to perish my feelings and emotions.
Massive weight I continuously carry.
Deeply desire to be liberated from this feeling that torches me.
Keeps me wounded without healing.

Desire to don't fall for you.
Combustion out of the evil, so there is not a risk for me falling for a fool.
Serpent with venom and fangs but with beauty in his heart.
Fear to love you as you have the power to break me apart if i surrender.

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Perfect Love

Perfect Love is what makes a powerful nation
What makes hurt and depression
Fade bleakly away
Perfect Love is what makes jealousy rooth-up
What makes countries' hate

They thought a crash - a destruction or two
Of buildings we seemed to need
They thought the killing of our citizen's
Would make us fear them
But they know not our country's Perfect Love
The Love that God has shown
For the opposite of Love isn't Hate, but Fear
And Perfect Love casteth out ALL Fear

Through our Perfect Love - We Stand Tall
And Lift our heads Up
We Rebuild our land and Fight Back
But How?

America chose war
To kill and own the Terrorists' land
To devour the skin that we so shame-
Seems to be the answer and way we so claim

But in the process - We Die
We Kill Ourselves
Slowly, this war turns from Dieing For Heart
To Dieing For Pleasure
Has America lost sight of its own Perfect Love?

You may agree, or disagree, to my opinion
But war shows the weakness of a man's conscience
War shows Fear that the attacker will corrupt
And devour their prey
IF it hadn't, the what would be the point of it
Wasting thousands to millions, maybe even billions, or dollars killing
Killing People we shouldn't, and the waste of Natural Resources of our people?
War means to show that you ain't a punk,
Or ain't as 'weak' or as 'subordinate' to other people as they think
But doesn't Perfect Love show the heart of its people?

What should we do...
I don't know
But the question should be opposed to Perfect Love
The Perfect Love we So claim.

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The lamp and the light,

So out of sight.

How can you hang in the gallows,

When you cast your life in the shadows?

For eternity we've lived in the dark.

Deny us of the truth.

Tell us who we are.

For nothing you say is true.

The angels call my name.

For the love of God.

These ancient wars never cease to shame.

The hourglass is broken.

The horsemen are riding.

The buildings are burning.

Our children are crying.

I am Turning,

But darling priestess I still see you.

The warmth of the sun,

Actions so far undone.

How can we search for the fire,

When love is a vampire?

Love is time,

Living out our lives.

Drinking blood out of our life.

Eternal life is a choice that was not mine.

The angels call my name.

For the love of God.

These ancient wars never cease to shame.

Death has spoken.

The soldiers are fighting.

Day and night is slowly turning.

Our people are dying.

I am Turning,

But darling priestess I still see you.

My soul and my heart.

Through my chest, pain of a poisonous dart.

How can your heart keep beating,

When all your life your wrist have been bleeding.

Seduce me into a painful process.

Behind the angel's face, a demon.

A dead life to discuss.

Forever kiss the sun goodbye.

The angels call my name.

For the love of God.

These ancient wars never cease to shame.

In the flaming wishing well, a silver token.

Along with my wishes, stars evershining.

Pain we are learning.

Fight through it, I'm trying.

I am Turning,

But darling priestess I still see you.

The cross and the wooden stake.

Your hearts about to break.

How can you fear the Reaper?

After all he is your leader.

How can you ignore desire,

When your turned into a vampire?

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who am i

How can one who lost himself find himself
Every night i have a repeating dream  of an empty field
With a sword in one hand and a mask in the other
As i raise the mask to wear the field is no longer empty
Hundreds stand front of me with same two item a sword and a mask
As i pan the area one thing is different the mask 
With the sword in my other hand i clutch it and raised it as did they
With no nonresistant i  charge towards the mass as they did to me 
I slash, stab, slain, and killed all them
Not once did I wonder who they were as i resume killing
Until one remain the field but  this was different the clothes and mask were red
As i lunge into an endless bout  i grew more exhausted and tired
But the one in red never slowed
Until i stop and look down and notice the sword through my heart
As i fell to my knees i remove my mask looking on the field the men i been fighting 
Were Me
I look up to the one in red and who are he lower his mask it ME
The true me and he said
"The one you slain today are you these were you emotion rage, hate, fear happiness, sadness"
and i ask "which one are you"
He respond "I am love for can never know or fell love until you accept who you are for that reason you will never know love"
As my eyes darken 
I began to wake and notice a blank mask on my bed and wonder
Which one am I

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Today is a new day.
A day to love and be loved.
A day to enjoy each other's company.
Today is a new day.
A day for war and death.
A day to die in the most horrendous way possible or...
A day to live in peace.
A day to respect each other and to take each other for who they are and who we are.
This is a day to live. 

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In the restless fifties, teens had to face many realities:
join the draft and go to war or rebel and bear absurdities,
the neutral ones stayed in college and avoided penalties;
oh for God's sake, why should any youngster fight enemies?
Hippies rebelled against the government and shouted obscenities;
they wanted to smoke pot, make love and have lots of babies.
When Motherland calls her soldiers, there are no certainties...
either you fight to survive, or you surely die without strategies.
All mothers cried as they departed to meet their destinies;
did anyone hear them whispering those rules to assure safeties? 
The young soldiers did, not discarding hopes and possibilities.
The Vietnam War was a long one, stretching into the seventies;
many didn't return, some did to enjoy serenities and liberties...
and proud they were to have served well, shunning insecurities.

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From Afghanistan

We have done this many times
But it is never the same
Each time I lose a bigger piece of myself
And it hurts more
Don't think I haven't thought of stepping away from this
Just to save us from this torture of days, weeks, and months
Sometimes years of praying I come back whole
But you know I can't walk away from who I am
Even if it has the power to destroy us
By taking me suddenly and violently from you
So I make you fill God's ears nonstop
For days, weeks, and months
And sometimes years because you can't live without me
Since I need you I always carry your waterproof image
All tattered with bent edges from using its beauty as a replacement
For the ugliness of this New Democratic World I have to help build
And nourish to an independent standing while it is still immersed in brutal hate
Its a depleting task that is threatening to throw me in dark deep places
Tarnish who I am with what I will never be able talk about
And keep me up late at night trying not the think too loudly
Hoping that I won't disturb the sweet dreams you can still have
While I have to drink until I can find my dreams in the bottle
But I will always be able to tell you that most times it hurts to breathe here
Sometimes in these times I don't want to
But I still take in the bone dust-filled air
Which always seem to reek of old death and the impossibility of life
Rid myself of my all my senses and pull out memories of you
Only then do I decide I can breathe in deep
Because now I have what I need to survive 
A pleasant scent of what I
This is how it has to be
We have done this many times
It is never the same
I just needed you to know that each and every time
The job maybe for the sake of freedom, justice and peace
But I am always fighting to return with just a little wear and tear
Just so I can come back as whole as I can for you from Afghanistan

© Janica V. Williams 

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Love Is The Answer

We read about it in the news
Sad parents given right to choose,
Decided gift of life should go
To daughter of their ancient foe.

Not ours to say who’s right who’s wrong
In war that has been waging long.
Violence will not end the fight,
But oh, a love like this just might.

Now our own country is at war.
Our loved ones’ blood flows out once more.
Before that next heartbroken cry,
Why not give love another try?

A foe this year could be a friend,
If we could only learn to mend
Our differences with acts of love
As taught by our own Lord above.

		(Written about the case of the Israelite parents whose daughter was felled by violence and they made the decision to give needed organ to Palestinian child.)

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The Ultimate Sacrifice

Because of you
we can get up every morning
and go to work
run errands at lunch time
drive through McDonald’s 
fill up our gas tanks
and make it back to work
just in time

Because of you
we don’t have houses
we have homes
where we walk through the door
the dog jumps on us
as do our children
we hug our spouses
and smell dinner cooking

Because of you
we have artwork from Kindergarten
and shopping lists
hanging on the refrigerator
along with pictures held up with tape or magnets
school pictures, pictures of Gramma and Grampa
pictures of babies, kittens, and teenagers
dressed for the prom

Because of you
we gather around the dinner table
play in the backyard with our kids
feed the cat, walk the dog
splash water on our children in the tub
then tuck them into bed with hugs and kisses
and reassurance there are no monsters 
in closets or under beds

Because of you
with the children asleep
and the dishes all done
men make love to their wives
wives make love to their husbands
and drift off to sleep intertwined
feeling life is good, all is well
and we are safe

Because of you
we are safe
we can sit in fields watching our kids play soccer
or in the stands watching or kids play hockey
we can grill hamburgers and hot dogs
eat potato salad and cole slaw
drink ice cold beer
and play pool while the kids run through sprinklers

Because of you
we must remember 
to have a moment of silence on Memorial Day
to remember your sacrifice
and your family’s
and to thank you that we get to live these lives
sometimes eventful, sometimes uneventful
but always full of possibilities

Because of you

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My Beautiful Murder

i finaly have killed you,
i feast upon your bones
ive torn your flesh apart from limb
and ive stolen your throne

days ago occured
your screaming crys for help
grasping onto anything 
i love to hear you yelp

i cause your slow harsh death,
i cause the pain you have.
this is what you get for taking everything i had.

I tear apart your ligaments,
with my own bare hands
laughing I shall watch you scream,
dying though in health.

I love to see you suffer,
I love to see your pain.
I love to see your trembling tears 
dragging down your face.

But now that it is over,
that all is said and done.
I realized that on this earth 
you were the only one.

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Heaven or Hell or Earth

The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.

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Jequetha’s Storm

Early one morning, Jequetha, sat listening to naughty by nature lyrics.
She knew that it was a special day, for she saw her sign in the night sky.
She was forlorn by the sounds which she heard around her.
Sad sounds of men and women in pain, inflicting wounds self doubt in retaliation.
And the screams of children crying out for the earth.
And she began to pray, “Mama Mary!!  Black Mama who guides my steps! I feel a 
storm comin’! Make it right Mama!! Make it right!”
And as the tears ran down her face, she knew she had a place in the beginnings 
of things.
And her mother came into her room and said, “Baby, you’s gon’ bring the 
“Cause there’s mad men who done gone crazy and they believe that troops can 
solve the cracks and sores deep within.  But you will be a balm, baby!!  For 
Gilead shines through you.  And because of you the world will know of God’s 
mercy.  For God’s angry, but God’s love too !!  God’s love too!”
And Jequetha rose up and ran out into the night stars begging the forces of day 
to force the stars to shine brighter, for lighter days are coming.”
Lighter days are coming, for storms are not always the end, but sometimes the 
Innocent men dying on crosses are nothing new.
Innocent men on rows of death sentences scream out to the cosmos for a 
And God smiles, for many think they know the one!  But they shun the son, who 
built the sun.
Fast and Pray, that’s what the angels say.
Cause a storm is comin’!
For sons and daughters shall prophecy and the birds will fly in formations of war 
against black widows weaving webs of deceptions.
For all tyrants will know the heat of honest requiem.
And all valleys will be brought high, through the songs of Yoruba angels shouting 
Buddhist Christian prophets rise from the south and come west.
Bipolar warriors heal with profligate abandon.
And University Deans step into the war zone, to bring the scent of victory.
I tell you a storm is coming!!
And it shall be wondrous!!
And it shall change the face of clone armies of greed, feending for the next nut, to 
spew relentless jism over single mothers working 3 jobs.
For sons and daughters shall prophecy and the world will know revolution.

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God of war

the holy war about to take place
the exorcise the fear of life itself out of the meaning of life
jesus did this for me

When the queen Knights me
the clergy of all faiths goes to the river to pray

When the pope baptises me
the clergy shows the queen every act of kindness
to demonstrate their will to do good

When the homeless demonstrates how they have mastermined peace
my armor will be removed

With just a dollar to make my dreams come true
i will purchase myself a good day from mankind
and together with one foot in front of the other to lead myself to my destiny
to overcome my fate of being loved as a weapon of mass destruction
your one man army god of war transformed into one of god's success stories

Mankind is the hero in this
if in god we trust

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When you leave its like i want to hide in your backpack,
When you say good-bye its like i say hello,
When you say ill be back i say welcome back,It may seem like your leaving for a lifetime,
When really you just arrived home from Keeping Our Freedom.

Please be Safe- Zach.Tyler.Burris <3

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My Patient Angel

My turmoils I keep stifled,
locked tight in the
sooty recesses of my psyche.
Buried deep beneath this exoskeleton,
hardened by the fire of my insecurites,
designed for the world to witness.
They lie far too deep
to be reached by the mundane.
They remain protected to the world.
They quietly reside within their cauldron,
simmering in the stew I have concocted.
Slowly, their steam rises and expands,
straining the seams of my sanity.
One small straw does rupture
the thin membrane of poise, practiced daily.
My emotions spew forth
exposing my tender, raw soul.
You soothe my gaping wounds
with your tender embrace,
letting the rampage run its' course
and you wait for my to emerge.

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Nation Hear Me

The dawn of a new age
Tune in your ears as I set the stage
For it is a holy war for peace
And this is a war we must wage
Whether on the front lines,standing in the streets
Or in the church singing to the Lord , while standing on our feet
Even some fight the battle inside their own selves,spilling over into their sleep
No matter how we fight the battle wages on
To keep from getting ran over we must push into the new dawn
Only love is the way to peace
In to every mind let this seep
Nation hear me
Nation hear me

                                           Written by author Joseph Adam Burchett   2/12/12 

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Never Coming Home

I’m at the end of the world, in this war I fight.
So many times I've hurled, on my last living night.
I’m never coming back, will you miss me?
It's time to attack, I wish this wouldn’t be.
My loving letter, did you get it?
Saying you deserve better, again my hearts been hit.
Your face, the last thing I see.
Why did I come to this place, all those things I wanted you to do with me.
Seeing friends die, I can’t feel your embrace.
Wipe away the tears when I start to cry, I miss your grace.
As the bullets fly, past my head.
I’m dancing on by, cannot believe I’m not dead.
As we storm this beach, you’re all I think about.
Because you’re not in arms reach, I call another battle shout.
Was this worth it in the end, no fame or glore.
Seeing another dead friend, all the blood and gore.
As our boat takes its leave, I see your tears fall.
It's something I can’t believe; did you hear my loving call?
Every time I fall asleep, you'll be in my dreams.
My heart, you forever keep, for you, my eyes still gleam.
No matter what happens, I'll always be with you.
No if, buts, or depends, I’m with you through and through.
In my head I hear our song, drowning out another gun.
Haven't seen you in so long, when I get home we'll have fun.
As the bullets flies into my chest, I let out a gasp.
Another body among the rest, life loses its grasp.
Everything will be okay; I swear we'll be together again one day.

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The Shield

By Kevin Robey
February 24, 2013

This was my shield, now covered in rust
Laying in this dying field, collecting dust
Once it shined, and guarded my soul
Repelled the evil, from demons and trolls

I put down my shield for you it’s true
I freed my hands, so I could catch you
With open palms and steady arms
I fought to protect you from any harm

But it never happened, you never fell
I was not to save you, from your hell
I thought the demons, with grips too tight
That kept you from me, try as you might

Sadly I realized, this wasn’t true
You weren’t captive, the demon was you
I grabbed your hand, my skin burned black
Scarred head to toe, my soul taken back

Hollow and numb, I felt nothing from then on
I was too broken to even sing a sad song
I hurt myself to help cushion the fall
Just to feel something, anything at all

To my dismay, numbness ensued
I couldn’t stop thinking of you
So the war waged on, in my heart and soul
I fear my heart will never again be whole

There may not be hope, for someone like me
For whom death is the one way to be free
But I soldier on looking for that perfect song
To express what I’ve been feeling all along

Songs are brave things, courageous to embark
On bleak roads with no silver lining, no end to the dark
Stories demand endings, often happy ones
I’ll never have a story, when all’s said and done

I look to my shield, recall the warrior I used to be
But you took my fight, left my bones soft and weary
It’s all the same, for the battle has left this field
A place where long ago, I put down my shield

I turn away, and leave this hollow city of bones
With no weapons or shield, into endless unknowns
Down war torn roads from post-apocalyptic dreams
The skies forever grey, these are my new realities

This was my shield, now covered in rust
Lays next to my heart, now collecting dust
I’ll cover these tattoos and gaping wounds
Hoping to stave off my awaiting tomb

I venture into the abyss, never to be seen again…

[originally started writing this in a hotel in Alabama in 2012]

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Olivia spent four hours a day ignoring her huff,
she stitched her dress by hand since there was no sewing machine;
why did she choose a green color to honor a monarchic regime,
or was it undying hope to sustain her lonely life?

Her sweetheart had gone to invade Russia expecting delusion;
was Napoleon Bonaparte to blame for her sorrow and trepidation?
Would Philippe return to France and marry her in Notre Dame's Cathedral at daybreak?
Would she wear her laced green dress even though he would die in a violent snowdrift?

Olivia stitched and stared at The Arch of Triumph from her wide window,
dreaming of seeing her sweetheart walk beneath it with that soldier's pride,
making all Parisians hail him as their hero as every cathedral's bell would chime...
she would be the happiest belle wearing that green dress in the crowds below.
Only one hundred thousands soldiers returned to France, many died on Russian soil:
tattered, deluded and defeated, they crossed the Seine River without a chant...  
Napoleon's imperial plan had failed: heart-wrenching was the death toll;  
Olivia's face was drenched in desperate tears...imagine her discontent!

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god vs viergro

Dnt even try to get in my way,wht i am to do there is no 
going back,
I have tried the nice way but no its come down to this, taken 
my wife,my daughter,my son,my people. 
'God those it for a reason' humans tell me 
'Didn't u knw ? Viergro also those it for  a reason'
Angels n demons, gods n princess kneel to me.
For the only way for me to win is to lose, n if I win the gods 
lose,if they still win they still lose

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With blackened palms I rise from the ashes as the last one standing.

The only one left on this forsaken planet who understands what its like to live in the arms of the one I love.


With bleeding hands I pry you away from  the demons of the world.

All the things on this earth than can harm you.


With bloodshot eyes, I look into yours as I collapse into your lap.

I fought so hard to have you and I grow weary from the battle.


With blood drenched ears which have heard the lies of the world, I listen to the sound of your voice.

I hear your words and I smile.


As my heart is torn from my chest, I realize I still stand, fighting the war for you.

Bleeding from head to toe, I wage war against all who will hurt you.


I stare into your eyes as my heart fails to beat just one last time.


With tired feet, I stand. And with blooded arms, I wrap myself around you.

As I walk away, all my wounds are healed.


As the last man standing, you give me your heart.

You wash my hands and you let me rest on you.


When I wake from my slumber, you're still by my side.

Fighting a battle for me.


I wake and I rise, and I pick up my sword.

Fighting for us side by side

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If Wishes Were Horses

I say goodbye a lot—not in an “I’ll see you later” or “until next time” sort of way—but in a “goodbye for good” and “never speak to you again” sort of way. I’ve always been all right with it, accepted it, and embraced it, even. You know, people come and go; they serve their purpose and even though sometimes it’s worth it, they go away. I’m guilty of it myself. Just leave. Get out. Go. Don’t stay. I’ve said goodbye so many times to so many people in so many ways, but you posed a problem that my brain, mind, soul, body can’t escape. I just want to be back inside your arms, your bed, your life, your heart, you. Instead, I ran off, 9 thousand miles away to wake up as you go to bed, to play in a giant sandbox. I do not want to stay here; June cannot come quickly enough. March, April, May—three more months of this living in your tomorrow, you in my yesterday. I miss you. I fear you. I long for you with intensity as deep, as overwhelming, as powerful and dominating as the sky’s infinity. I love you. I want you. I yearn for you in every single way; the tears I’ve bled for you are insurmountable. I wish for Home; I wish for the West. Even greater than my desperation for friends, family, familiar faces, familiar places, is my ache to have you near; if wishes were horses, and if horses had wings, I’d have one to take me there.

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Master of Babylon

Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Feelin' it

Its like being nicked
or narked

Being triggered to spark! 
Being filtered out of your mixes that pair well with high speed art

If visions of passion release your greatest remarks 
How come your *****es aren't snitches in places that are dark? 

Its cause the new future has had a start
20 years ago, but who's counting
Are you a happy old fart? 

So where to be nested or invested or even confessed to? 
At the bar! ? 
Send out the best to be viewed! 
Treat the bets well -cause you're already in a sweaty smell
They have necked into your vest and stretched out the lapels

But winged birds are pests don't you know...
Don't be a germ, just do your best -or got to hell.
Flagrantly you've made your bed, and had all the time in this world...

Go be a girl, 
'Cause men's jobs don't need your opinionated help.

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Deepest Thought

deep thoughts travel through my mind 
all i remember is a bunch of neverminds
if love is in and out of her body 
ill wait until i find that special somebody
some say sex is complex if so
love me nevertheless
love is war and war backwards 
is raw you should only love when you're 
if love is only cover deep
well read it and weep
lust is just a quick bust
real love is never rushed

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I Love And Would Die For My Country

I love and would choose to die in a micro second for my country,
but never ever in a war for which I just can't come to believe.
The whole thing would feel so capital punishment sinful to me.
Never my soul would I ever sell. I'd settle into my federal prison jail cell
and serve my time, until once again in America I'd be free.
Even if it meant being someone's girlfriend and getting tormented frequently.
I know very well that a life in prison is not one of luxury
and neither is fighting in a war whether you do or don't believe.
The after effects of either choice, will have their toll of terminal/mental casualties.
I begrudge no one who leaves my country to avoid a war they don't believe,
but I Love My Country So Much I could never bring myself to leave
and that's what separates them from me.
They who believe in their heart that My Country Needs Me
and then desert, be it on the battlefield or into some other country,
I neither begrudge them as well, because you see,
They Are The True Cowards and I don't need them in My Country.

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before the war

little boy sittin at home
good little boy said his prayers all alone
just before he said amen
he thought to ask his question again
when is daddy commin home?
when is daddy commin home? amen
nobody, put him on their shoulder's anymore
he used to climb on daddies back
when he had'em on the floor
everything that daddies did
his daddy did and more
just to play with the son
he verily did adore
in his heart the little boy grew
the vicious fact that he could not ignore
that a home without a daddy
is the home of the poor
why can't God just end all wars
why can't daddies talk with other daddies
and try to end this war
why can't daddies come home 
and be what they was before
why can't daddies be what they
was before the war

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Teardrops of War and Pain

Teardrops dropping,
My heart nearly stopping,
When you left me standing here,
You said "Goodbye, my sweet dear."

I asked for you to stay,
If not for another year, then perhaps one more day.
You looked me in the eyes,
And said "This may be our last goodbyes."

You kissed me with tenderness,
As if this may be our last, final kiss.
Ours lips parting,
The situation hardening.

As I said "I love you so,
I don't want you to go",
Pulled up a sandy, monstrous truck,
Alerted to shoot, but not at a duck.

I saw such pain in your eyes,
When we told one another of our love, and then goodbye's.

I'll never forget what happened that day;
I can't sleep at night, so I walk to the bay.
The bay is so full of our love,
The one thing that accompanies me is a dove.

I cry teardrops of war and pain,
To only know of what I lost, but will never again gain.
I hope for you to come back home,
Until I find out that I have to find a silent, cement dome.

Everyday and every night,
The pain is too much to bear to eat even a bite,
As I sit here at the eating table,
I'll admit, I don't think, anytime soon, I'll be stable.

The pain is too much to take,
I'm dying of this terrible heart ache.

I cry so many teardrops of war and pain,
That I think I'll never, again be sane.

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Never Defeated

My heart is broken
But my love still remains pure
I wont let you win

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War means Pain

Fighting isn't always war
it can be about much more
just like a debate for world peace
or an argument over a lease
but it can also be over someone
and wrongs that they have done
but the war i'm in is with
a person who can be a myth
the person is me and i'm at war for love
for two girls who seem to have come from above
i just wish it was easier to pick
between these two and make it click
so that i know which one is for me
and then they will see
that i love both equal right now
but i just wish somehow
that he.... he would just grow up
.. start going for the girls who adore him like a pup
the ones who rejected me for him
and made my heart dim
it made me think why even bother to try
and i want to say goodbye
then like sun through sky
these beautiful girls... me o my
they make me go crazy
and make everything else hazy
i guess what i'm trying to say
is its hard to play
this game we all call love that isn't fair
and makes me want to pull out my hair
i just wanted to say
id love to be with you both if i may
but i cant so sad
it kinda makes me mad
but i love you both just the same
and its you two to blame
for being so lovely and making me wish
that i could be in bliss
and you guys may have to wait
for me to give the bait
to try to find the right one
to be my loving sun
i guess what i'm saying is
that i want you to choose who will be my miss

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Behind the Wallmart

on rolling hills they were laid
given a tomb stone and honored grave
up right and at attention
all standing in formation
on peaceful and silent hills 
they laid
in rows, government issued graves
a place to stay until Resurrection Day
a place with a Name, on visitors day
a place to put flowers
or drop tears on a grave
they lie there waiting, still serving
as hero's are laid
on the rolling hills of Jefferson Barracks
cemetery they lay

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The Pair

Bathing in the moonlight
United by their hands;
Their eyes shining bright
Seperated by different lands

Soon, those eyes will be broken
Soon, those hands will be cold
For their love is but a token
To the enemy sold

And once they lie fallen
Cold faces, struck by death
Their love has been stolen
The hope they have had

So listen, kings and peasants
Remember the story I tell
It's not their love that killed them
It's the land for which they fell

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Surprising Love

You see her sit there
lonely as she could ever be
sad and alone there
while crying gental tears 
when she looks at you she wipes thoughs tears smiles and waves

You look at the sand and then the water that 
crashes at your feet
surprisingly you see her walk to you.
while you thought what to say
you fell in love while just the glimps of eye to eye
is all they needed

You too can't believe the fun you guys
spent with each other every day
the love you shared
the faith between you guys
the gracefulness and hope

He told her he needs to go back to the army in a day
but when he leaves 
years past by and the love of his dreams died
from to much worry

"Oh, i wish i was beside your side" he cried 
over and over but couldn't change anything
"Come back" he cried louder.

Then in a coupe of days the man goes back to war
while he fought in battle as strong as possible
he gets shot in the back and in the heart
But the last words he said were

    " Im comin' home honey."

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We've got a love at stake

It took years
It took tears
To put away all our fears
To remember
We've got a love at stake
When our eyes
Fill with lies
We're looking at some guys
To remember
We've got a love at stake
If in print
If not meant
Cheating becomes a hint
Remember us
We've got a love at stake
Good friend
To each other we've been
We remember
We' ve got a love at stake

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If Pillows Could Talk

she cries at night
with her face held tight
to the pillow to muffle the sound

she's tired of kissing
these lips that aren't missing , 
even long after she's gone

she's made  mistakes
and regrets the day
she let him move into her heart

And this is battle
that she knows she'll win
Grief over loss of
A love that's never been
A war of emotions                   
Fought under her skin
The line has been drawn
And her side will win

she breathes in regret
and comes out with contempt
for the faces and places that brought her to this

She tired of breaking
This frontline defenses
To a heart cut out of stone

I guess jesse was right
what they call love is risk
but i never knew that it could come this

And this is battle
that she knows she'll win
Grief over loss of
A love that's never been
A war of emotions                    
Fought under her skin
The line has been drawn
And her side will win

With troops at her back
That she knows are friends  
This is a battle
that she know she'll win
A War of emotions       
Fought Under Her Skin    
The line has been drawn
And her side will win

We're troops at your back
And we are your friends
We're more than just willing
To fight till the end
Arms loaded and ready
Your broken heart to defend
We've crossed the line
To your battle within

And this is battle
that she knows she'll win
Grief over loss of
A love that's never been
A war of emotions                    
Fought under her skin
The line has been drawn
And her side will win

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Tainted Love Affair

Tainted Love Affair

The frosty air hit my skin like slaps of an old girlfriend scorned.
Sirens exploded in my ears -they’re coming- I’ve been forewarned.
Old musty bunkers; I ignored them and headed straight for home;
For God will keep me safe -He’s promised me- under my dome.

Wishing I had a fresh Sobranie instead of an ashtray full of cigarette butts
which brought to me the thoughts of her and how deeply her loss cuts.
The maroon imprint of luscious lips still blended with the filter of gold.
Oh how I wish I could have missed this mission born again from the old.

I write her daily, sometimes expecting her to respond from above.
My typewriter punches out Mayakovsky style poetry of tainted love.
An airline ticket; Aeroflot Airlines, with her name imprinted on front
reminds me of how capricious I was to pull this type of stunt.

Looked around, frowned because upon the ground a single earring laid.
She’d still be with me; we’d be holding and kissing if she had only stayed
away from her anti-Semitic companion who was willing to take her life.
I would have stood strong for her like Stalingrad if she were my wife.  

Chopped III poetry contest
20 Nov 14

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Saddest Eyes

I Dearly Love My Momma,
But She Has the Saddest Eyes.
I Know She Still Misses Daddy
But She Will Not Say Good-bye

I Asked Her One Time to Tell Me
Where Had My Daddy Gone,
She Said He Had a War to Fight,
But He Wouldn’t Be Gone That Long.

That Was Twenty Years Ago....
We Buried Her Today.
She Never Believed He Wouldn’t Come Home,
I Cried a Tear as I Knelt to Pray.

Please,  Dear God in Heaven,
Let Her Find Him There..
Then Her Eyes Won’t Be So Sad,
Give Them Back the Love They Share.

His Name Is Listed on the Wall..
I’m Sure He Looks down from the Skies.
And I Hope That Momma Found Him
And the Sadness Has Left Her Eyes.

Connie Moore

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the worlds ending
the troubles pending
creatures of nights 
that no longer exist

storms of fire
giagantic demons 

now in a shadow
the darkness begain
broken, spirtit man

powers out 
waters no good
no doubts
die we should

exicute last rights
the will of man
married to the land

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my angst

oh thee my beloved
whence will thou return
whence will my dream be brought to life
whence will thou remember
for men you fought battles
battle of patriots and strong men
yet the war hath killed thee
whence will thou return to me
for your heart was stolen and your body returned
now i see only a shadow of my lover
your heart ran cold and our love disfigured
oh how the war has changed you
oh how the war has stolen what did only matter once
our love has been slain for the victories of war
please open yourself to me again
let me break thy walls of anger
melt thy frozen heart with my love
for i see not a man i once loved
o thee heaven and great mother
see my plight and search my heart
if my love be true
return my beloved back to me

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Hippocritical believers

Bible thumpers
all of you
on alll sides
woeshipping some peacefull higher forgiving power
that preches and teaches how to love
and how to practice being peacefull
but yet you crucify it
nail it to you rgrudge
and blame it when you go to war 
and satanicly kill eachother in fields of massacres of bullets and bombs and 
tricked by demons of lust and desire manipulating those who lead men
or shall i say fools
into standing up for what they truly believe in

but we will pick up a gun
and kill for it
over lies and liars

taking the path of least reisistance
instead of sitting down and truly realising what it is you all really believe
instead you backstab your god
and massacre your brothers no different than cain and able
or judas to jesus
and pass judgement in those lessons
and have learned nothing in those teachings as you go out to wars for a better 
world for peace

thump your bible
go ahead
but remember when you pull that trigger coward
you are a satanist
not aman of god
kill or be killed?
and you cowards still see no way to sway the threat with common sense?
I am not blind
and i thump no bible
walk to the beat of my own drum
killing for what i believe
is a sacrifice i will never make
There is a solution to every problem
many kings among society
not just those the media points fingers at and says are in power
a good king leads peacefully
a bad king i shall smite
with all my might
leading men to temptation to die for your lies and lust and greed
and in the name of gods you say are righteous and holy

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Like King Kong

Some people think that being strong
Is pretending that there is nothing wrong
When you can hear the thrash of a thong
Exposed and stripped of your sarong
While your emotions rage like King Kong
Taken from the place where you belong
On display remembering every tong
Like Samson 'til his hair grew back long
Chained in the temple hall he felt strong
He asked that it should be his swan song
Pushing down pillars to right every wrong
Destroying the theatre like King Kong
In search of just one beauty all along
Wrecking the city until the final gong
With lady in hand perched high on a prong
You find your sunrise among the pong
The city's flying arsenal begins to throng
As you hear the looming scores and song
Yet some still think that being strong
Is making like there is nothing wrong

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I hear the drums of war beating
And know the time is near
One day we will look out the window
And see Jesus Christ standing there

The signs of the prophesies
Are very clear to all
Many knows its here 
But only few will answer the call

For god has promise mankind
The glory of his kingdom
And the gates are always open
  just open your hearts and come

He promise not to destroy the world again
So he gives Mohammad a message
But still so many fanatics
Brings bloodshed and carnage

Don’t forget Sodom and Gomorrah
When he turns Lot’s wife to salt
So why do false prophets think
God will forgive their faults

And John the Baptist
A lonely voice in the wilderness
They take off his head 
Because he condemns their wickedness

The drums of war will keep on beating
Regardless of what the holy books say
And the suffering of mankind will continue
Until Jesus comes one day

The birds are outside singing
Bright sun and clear blue skies
A sight so beautiful 
But nothing compare to paradise 

I know I will not go there
My life had some ups and downs
So many times throughout the years 
I did some rights and wrongs

And I may have hurt some people
By doing the right thing at the wrong time
When all I had was good intensions
But they could not read my mind

Time to go I have a pot on the fire
I like to cook everyday
So I will save my pen and paper
To write another day

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Shakespearean traged me part2

what about torturing your soulmate
is that fair
to have them know they are in love with the universal joke
and killing you is a way to be spared
of the joke and emberassment?
but alas what if love of soulmates was true and the soulmate was decieving the 
likes of gods like you
would he be crying too?
over me the shakespearean tragedy
the bounty of the gods that gets passed around
hot potatoe
revolving around me

plan to fail
plan to fail
and i will understand
could you as a soulmate relate
or ever understand
if your true love divined in the heavens slaughtered you 
with his own loving hands?

no the scar would be deep
and you would not just cry
nor bawl nor weep
you would be hollow for centuries
full of pessimism and doubt
vengefull and full of self pity loathing all those who have what you are without
love for another
love from someone
and love for themselves

shakespearean tragedy me
i was not meant to be
king unfit
unwelcome visitor
uninvited guest of a private party
but love
love is all i can see
and they will try to warn me
for everybody knows
the one who is prophecied will bear a name of a king
and hold a fame he himself cannot see
but whose the joke on really?
shakespearean pity party woe is me

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The War

It was cold outside and we were all dressed up
we danced in the streets cause 
we were madly in love

he took my hand and held me tight
kissed me and hugged me and
came to my house every night

one summer i had to go away
 from this town that i have always called home
it killed me to say my goodbye
but he wrote me a letter everyday that went by

Finally i returned and it was a surprise
he held me and didn't let me out of his sight
he always loved me and he always will
he let me know everyday that our love was for real

War broke out and he had to go
because of those German and there Uboats
he said to me that he would come back 
for he couldn't leave this world without me in his arms
and then we went and i feared he would never return

he wrote me everyday that he was gone
he told me that the fighting was real strong 
but our love he felt even miles away
he knew he would be back
to see my smiling face

The Last letter i got from him was full of memories
for he knew his own fate on that morning in the trenches at three
he reminded me of all those good times at the lake
and picnics in the woods
and how we would stay out real late 

but at the end of the letter i started to cry
for the letter got sloppy and then i knew why
 he wrote that he wont make it through the night
but he will wait for me in the heaven's sky
The War has now taken my love's life

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Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll

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The Battlefield

not in a place where bullets fly and land
and sometimes hit there mark
not in a place where mines are planted
waiting for a spark
not in a place where forces charge
to route the enemy small or large
it is a place where sad news breaks
and wounds the caring heart
"I've been hit!" cries a soldier
"I've been hit!" cries a mom
"I've been hit !" cries a father 
who has lost his only son
I've been hit!" cry the relatives
who were hit in the heart
when they heard that their kin
did so violently depart
they do dispare where ever thou art...
on the battlefields where you have gone
you took with you our hearts
battlefields so far away, but as near as 
our hearts

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how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
Angelic hope
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?

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Turning Anguish part 2

Missing a remarkable meaning in my life
I’m the woeful sacrifice
play me as the dice
on the solid table
and roll me and speak of a fable
don’t toss me 
like a valueless toy
brushing…echoing harsh envy
Heed to our last plea 

You’ll face dire rage 
giving no mercy to your desire
Are you aware you fed my wrath?

Mercy-filled bliss
don’t exist in this pile of vile
Don’t bother to trace our passing ease
that we dearly missed

What could brew these ruins to love?
Disbelief covers my once kind heart 
conquered by avarice
Unforgettable doom,
has been written on our tombs,
sending us a last kiss of unmoved death
Giving us futility…
Leaving us without a breath

Behave and deal with
frightening bolts that dare
break us apart
and turn it to denied anguish

Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
We all do our part in it
That’s the troubling truth
Toil cheers up the spoil
What could we do
to get us ahead of
stricken in toil
Separate the spoil 
that crumbles away like foil

Give us little power
and lift up the broken twin towers
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love

The only choice
is to patch-up our love
and strip off the turning anguish
and fill us with 
Unspoiled love
Your sun will shun out strife
and be a kit to fix up concealed love
and fill us with
harmless love 

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Didiane Le Vie

I need to feed my hunger is never satisfied I need your attention please notice me My emotions are bare, so I crave yours 'Tis a painful obessesion that leaves me wanting more It goes on over and over Till I find my mark I'm synthetic and cold nothing inside Woe I am, is all I feel I'll try forever till im dead But I cannot be dead-- for only your blood will be shed Take away this horrid price But painful immortality doesn't fail I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire I can't feel anymore I was made by a blood-thirsty whore Who wanted war and death All I wanted was to be real Only you are my mark I'll gain all your attention Capture your emotions Just love me even though I cant love A creature of the dark I was made to tear everything apart I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire (love me and love me and love me and love me and love me and love me) I'm always on the hunt For a new host to feed You emotions are mine The sacred blood of life is all I need to survive I'm always in an enternal war To fill the painful obessesion Your attention and emotion is all I need Im the synthetic vampire

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Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs 
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze, 
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about 
carrying along that secret?

When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine  disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much;  and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the  small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize! 
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?

Women  and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against 
every injustice and not carry along that secret! 

My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England  by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun:  suddenly power and pride...gone;   
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches! 
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but  silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!

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She Sees Butterfly Dreams

She closes her eyes
And dreams away
Off her man overseas
In a foreign country

She prays for his safety
And the flag that he serves
To do their job and come home
It's what they all deserve

She knows of the dangers
But her heart remains strong
Back in her arms
Where he will always belong

She hears on the radio
And she views on the news
Another patriot lost
Their country all solemn and blue

She lives day to day
For that moment to come
On Edwards runway he lands
For she knows she will run

She will sleep tight tonight
With her butterfly dreams
All loving and tender
For into his arms she will stream

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Just remember,
The look on my face as you turn to get on the plane.
Just remember,
The lone tear in my eye that signifies hope we'll soon be together.
Just remember,
The smile on my face shining bright with love for all.
Just remember,
To think of home once a day 'cause it will bring you closer to me.
Just remember,
That war is only a battle, and life is the victor.
Just remember,
That I am waiting for your return with your memory in my mind.
Just remember,
To let the tears fall when it's needed so you don't break apart.
Just remember,
That no matter how long you are gone, hope shines within us.
Just remember,
That no matter what happens, this war will bring you home.
Just remember,
That as you walk away, Your face remains a picture in my mind.
Just remember,
That no matter how many tears we cry, we will be together.
Just remember,
No matter how long you are gone, you will never be forgotten

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what are they really fighting for

The war is nearly over
the work is almost done
they can put away the artillery
and put away their gun
young men get sent to war
but what are they realy fighting for
they may lose family and their friends
they will be glad when the war ends
with pictures of loved ones on their wall
they hope none of there fellow troops does fall
they go out with courage and strengh in their heart
and hope and pray it's not torn apart
on this strange soil they must roam
but their hearts ache to be back home
they are men of war
and it's peace that they are fighting for

I pray that one day all will live in peace and free from war, we all should love as the Lord 
first Loved us. war hurts and leaves so much pain.when the Lord returns all will be free from 
pain and suffering no more wars no more grief, just love peace and happiness but theese 
things have to come first  

 luke 9 :9 When you hear of wars and revolutions, do not be frightened. These things must 
happen first, but the end will not come right away."

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Widow Maker

This letter is to the love of my life.
     My precious sweet angel, my darling little wife.
Darling, I’m writing this to let you know.
      Just six more days then they let me go.
Oh how I long for your tender touch.
      You’re all that I think of I love you so much.
This place is getting so bizarre and out of control.
       Some of these people I wonder if they even have a soul.
Six more days and I won’t look back.
      Carlos, the one in the picture I sent was killed in last nights attack.
Well we fought them back they didn’t have a chance.
      But we have to stay ready, you never know they may try to advance.
Oh and you remember Bobby Rodgers, my high school friend.
      Two miles back down the road , Bobby met his end.
Sugar I’m sorry I shouldn’t be telling you all this stuff.
     It’s just that I’m so lonely and I’ve had more than enough.
Just six more days and I’ll be coming home to you.
    To restart our life and make itzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

This was the letter she received two days before his body was brought home, 
back to friendly shores. 
    Said he was shot by a sniper right out front of headquarters doors.
They said he was going to be mustered out that night.
    And he wanted to surprise his wife and he didn’t tell her of the good news in 
this final write.
Another widow was made by this awful war.
    I just hope it wasn’t for oil, cause if it was I’ll park my stinkin car.

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happily ever after

What ever happened to happily ever after? 
No more fairy tales and magical stones? 
Instead, we are left with too many questions and few answers.
wars, bombs, death....Is anyone listening? 
violence, murder, exclusion..Does anyone even care?
We are the only ones who can change the future because people like us started 
it all.
I would like to float up on a cloud and watch the world from above.  Not picturing 
how it is, but how it could be:  Peace, love, friendship, hope, faith, joy.  But soon, 
too cloud disappears and I am back on the ground, with too many 
questions and too few answers.  
Time is running out.  
The good will always prevail, but there are no more "once upon a time's" 
or "happily ever after's."
That only happens in books.

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he's lying right beside me
his breath is on my skin
his feet are tangled up with mine
he is where i begin

he's laced his fingers through my hair
his hands filled up with gold
he's brushed his lips across my cheek
his hand in mine i hold

he's inches from me sleeping
i'm awake in dark of night
a war is raging in my head
i've already lost the fight

he's lying right beside me
his body close as skin
his arms encircled round my waist
his touch warms me within

he's wound himself around me now
he's sighs and holds me near
he melds with me our bodies one
he's the only thing thats clear

i hold the moment to my chest
to slow time a little more
but in my head it is september
and he's taken my heart to war

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Wars of You

I long for a day without my war 
a day without the fighting in my head 
hating the fact I can't let the past be
everywhere I look, 
I see your memory looking back at me.
I never could stand up to you when you had breath
Yet I still can't stand up to what you have turned me into.
even though you have faded out 
You haunt every memory 
I live on dead inside because of the war you have built in my head.
wishing for once you'd just let me breathe
too accept the person in me 
you have blinded me to happiness forever
you have locked me into a battle I can't win 
for now I am closed because of you, 
you would never believe in me 
all you ever cared about was you 
if only you had half the heart 
everyone thought you once had
In a way I'm just like you 
I hide from my past 
hiding in the shadows from all who try to love me.
because of you, I lay broken in my mind 
confused to what to accept in me
I have longed for a day where I never have to think about you 
A day without a memory of you 
yet everywhere I look 
Your always standing there taunting me 
staring back at me laughing because I am broken
your in my dreams making me cry out,
like you have always done.
Pulling my hair,
grabbing my head to try to shake 
myself away from you 
wondering when can I let go of what I never had 
Yet my past makes me weak
scared it will repeat its self 
afraid of the tears  of pain that could fall again 
everyday I fall because of you 
I'm tired of being scared to trust,
scared to love and to be loved 
so because of you I close myself
screaming in despair of demons you  made in my head 
why can you not just let me be 
to move on to a future I can change 
a future to where I can be happy 
be able to share the love with a family 
that you were never able to give 
For me, I go back to crying in my dark corner 
where you always left me
a grown woman trapped in a child's face full of tears 
looking for a prayer to be saved from you 
at least in my shadows  you cant hurt  what is all ready hurting 
so I lay back in my mind smothering me from past memories of you,
Wondering why am I still afraid of you?

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We Will Remember Them

Dying for Freedom
American and British soldiers
Will be remembered


" Dedicated to the losses our countries are taking to fight for our freedom "
                                 Haiku or Senryu matters not

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The Lonely Soldier

This soldier believes our country is worth fighting for
So after September 11th,
He joined the Marine Core

He left behind his wife and two kids
Knowing that he couldn’t leave his wife
Without giving her one last kiss. 

The lonely soldier, fought hard and true,
But when he called her that night,
He found that there was something in her voice that was new.

This lonely soldier
Couldn’t believe what he heard,
He realized that she was gone, that he’ll never be able to hold her.

They say war takes Courage and Pride,
But there is a greater war that takes place, greater than a war between any two 
The War is Love, and Love can take you on one hell of a ride.

This ride can take you up; it can bring you to the greatest time of your life
But this ride can also go down,
Making you want to just leave, make you want to grab a knife.

So for all of us lonely soldiers out there,
Before you get on this crazy ride known as love,
Make sure that you leave her with a kiss, tell her you’ll always be by her.
And say you’ll miss her like the morning sun.

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You So Sweet

So yummy
I could just
eat you up

Not funny
Had enough

Such dummies
Eat too much
Tastebuds change

Now honey
Wish I had
Ate you up

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I's jist gots back frum Y-OM_UN
An wents ta sees ma son un 'is wife
Thay war waitin fur a call ta goes helps a frien
An thays jist throwed me un.

Ut war un tha Kansas plains
Un thay war a brandin that day
I's jist watch-uz frum ma chair
I's uses a cane, taint fair.

I's jist sits un watch-uz
What all's thays done
Un 'long cums a butterfly
Un I's jist hops un.

Ut takes me fur north
Ta er ol' rench'
Un we's war busy
Brandin that day.

I's seed ma kids
Wrestlin calves ta tha groun 
Stan war a brandin
Whiles I's lens a han.

Thays poks um un prods um
Un than thays brans                                                                     
Un than ut's time fer tha man                                                          
With tha knife un his han.                                                                  
Un Maw  'er war a cookin'                                                                            
Ta feeds all a tha folks                                                                  
A brandin's a big thin                                                                    
So's we's all jist goes.                                                                    
We's never runs short a help
Cause that air er breed
It war tha same ez ut war
Back un l850.
Wen we's war done
Un thays begans ta pairs
We's jist op-uns tha gate
Un thays un thays own frum thar.

Ma daughter-un-law
Done slaps me's un tha back
"Wal Pa,"sez 'er
"Air youse with us er un Souse Dakotie?"

I's has ta 'mits
I's war back thar
But I's 'justed
Un I's kin makes er frum 'ere

Thins ain't tha same
Ez war way back than
But I's keeps all a tha mem-or-ies
Un re-lives um a'gin.
                                  Cile Beer

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Tears For My Son Michael

I shall water the foliage
Upon the grounds
In which he has grown
With my tears.
For he now is
in route to a war
by his own choice
May the army
prove to be all
it is meant to be
and bring my son
home to me
not in a body bag.
God speed my son
May your brothers
find you in the
desert across the
seas. I will be 
praying every night
for all of you upon 
my callous knees

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Left Handing on a string (2005)

Since she left this world, everything went dim
Family broke away and he was left in a pool where he couldn’t swim
As a lonely child no one offered a single hug 
Siblings fight for resources like a war of tug
Fathers love was nil 
Only a hand ready to batter and kill
Brothers let loose on a war field
Hard times now only you’re back to shield
Have you ever seen a rose amongst weeds?
You are that rose that grew up from a broken seed
Your mother’s love is what was holding you on a string
I wish I was there so I could take you under my wing

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after a yr of waiting, 
its finally here, 
time for you to come home, 
its been a long year,
loosing teeth, 
second grade, 
school time,
mommy first aid, 
field trips too,
i cant wait, 
to share these with you
everyone is growing up
some  moving away
we think of you everyday
we want you to be here with fun times to share
hold you tight, show you we care,
its coming soon, 
enjoy the time we spend together, 
before we know it, 
you'll be gone again,
fighting for our country,
will we ever win?
deployments are hard on families, they say
with your home-comming soon, 
getting easier everyday
anticipation is a word i know to well
been waiting for this day a long while, 
when you come home, we see that smile
we can't wait to see you again, 
finally this waiting will end 

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Severed Family Ties

In this game of who gets who worst. 
Its about getting even , regardless of if feelings get hurt.
So what if this has escalated , you've wronged me, 
since that moment I had placed you in a hurst. 

Ironic is that you were the brother who taught me the meaning of family.
Now you are the one whose existence is a bother.

More push than shoves , more disdain than love. 
My personality determed by " I " but the attitude by all of the above. 

Those qualities of yours that ensure that we will quarell. 
Those lies that enticed my pride to be swallowed. 
No longer will I take the blame for you. 

My older brother. My older brother , both father and brother.

What a short distance you've fallen from the tree , hurting all those around you , your siblings and even our dear mother, just like the one who betrayed you , our dear father.

For the lust of materialistic dreams that you seeked youve trampled upon the ones who didnt even understand the concept of envy.

First you lie about your family name.
Then you gamble with our savings. 
Then steal from me , was I not part of your family?

Humiliate your siblings infront of your friends for laughs. 
Calling us the bastards that God should've never had.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I. 
You almost murdered me because I wouldn't lend you anymore money.

Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
For you succesfully murdered her spirits too.

You only came to the funeral to lay claim to your part of the money.

Tomorrow our family ties will be physically severed. 
But mother taught us all shall pass.

When tomorrow comes I hope this is true. 
So in high spirits I know this is something else that shall pass,
 something I must go through.

For with the last heirloom you did not take.... ,
our grandfather’s knife... 

Your life I shall take from you.

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Ode To A Spartan Soldier

Eyes like the Aegean Sea, 
Burn with a passion for life.
Like underwater volcanoes that erupt and make the sea rage.
Poseidon striking the sea floor.

With the intensity for experience, 
Like the fire that smolders deep within your essence; 
As if Hephaestus, God of Fire placed this potency within your heart.

Raven tresses frame the noble gentleman 
Traveling along his journey like a silent Spartan: King Leonidas. 

With Themis and Dike protecting him in battle; guiding his sword and shield.
Appointing him to be the leader of justice for mankind.

Like the regal Lion that sits upon his golden throne high in the Heavens for all to 
see. Forever etched in the memories of men: so are you--endless;
Sitting with Hercules on Mount Olympus.

Celestial orbs safeguard the one whose utterances are as vast as the 
mountainous landscape.
And whose songs are as boundless as the sea itself.

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' A Poet, Goes To War ... '

‘ A  Poet  Goes  To  War … ’ ( Josh. 23: 10, 11 ) 

A Gentle-Poet … Goes To War
Oh … How Far … How Far … How Far …
Did You Push A Tender Heart
before Poet Finishes, What You Start ?

Just Like That Musician, Shepherd – Boy
whom a Lion and Bear, Dared Annoy          ------  1 Sam. 17: 37
Trying to Steal Some of His Precious Sheep
Poet, Showed Them … What’s His … He Keeps !

And That Same, Brave-Poet Went To War
Against Goliath’s Insulting, Roar !                ------  1 Sam. 17: 45 – 51
… But With just One Pebble Fling
That Poet’s, Sling, Thru All Of Time … Rings !

And If  A Wise-Poet Goes To War …
That Poet … May Wound and Scar                -------  Acts 7: 54, 57
For Words, Gouge Deeper Than Stones
Pen’s Mightier Than Sword … Cuts Clean To The Bone !

But, You made Poet … ‘your’ Foe, with Mock-Chimes
The First Thought … Just Give Them, Calm-Down-Time
But, Know … This Poet Thrives … Behind Enemy Lines
Forgiving and Wishing, God-Giving, Words-Divine !

‘Cause When Peace-Loving-Poets… Go To War …
‘We’ … Must Travel by:  The Bright Morning Star    ---  Rev. 22: 16
and Wait on His Orders … His Way
and I’m Cautious … Like ‘The Commander’ Says …  -- Matt. 10:16

So, Before you feel The Need To Spar                  ----  Zeph. 2: 2, 3
Before…  Big Poets … Have To Go To War             ----  Genesis thru Revelation
… Know That Such Poets … Are Word–Warriors
 … Don’t Make ‘em Go Off … on ya’ !

‘Cause you Won’t Survive … The Tongues of Fire    ----  Acts 2: 3, 4
( or The ‘ Lake ’ Either … If You Live Like A Liar … )  ---  Rev. 21: 7, 8
Gon’ Wind Up, Locked Behind Abyss’ Bars
… For Making  ‘  Poor-Poets ’ … Go To Wars !          ----  Matt. 18: 6

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For the Love of Country

The many hopes, and the many lives,
the many dreams, along with, the many tears,
of people, from across, the country,
carried inside, the soldiers, with their fears.

Volunteering, in dealing with, America's outcome,
for all, despite themselves, doing what, they can.
Having to be in places, they never been,
fighting an enemy, whom wants,  our freedom ban.

Soldiers determined in keeping, for the next generation,
a world where everything can be fair, and  right.
Working in hours, long and unusual,
even thou, exhausted,every single day, and  night..

Clear and evident to a soldier, from that, moment on,
theres a path, of which is chosen, continuing, on it's way.
Realizing  that themselves, they must put aside, in appreciation, 
knowing for freedom, there is a definitely,  a price to pay.

Discovering in the chance, of becoming a soldier,
there being, a possible chance, for the ultimate end.
However, still becoming a soldier, for the love, of country,
with the heart and dedication, to courageously,defend.

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A heart with beauty.
A Giver of joy and wisdom
A Forgiver to the humble.
Stronger when weak.

Challenger of fears.
Tears and anger.
Love and grateful to the heavens.
Human but never a quitter.

Angels protect, they surround me.
Angels are sent aid and i praise.
Savers of my own-self and from others.
A survivor, special, and unique.

Mirrors of the past do not scare me.
My Shadow is my friend who taught me to learn my lessons of life.
The past made me gain wisdom and qualities like love.
The Art of becoming a fighter for happiness and freedom

The Heavens watch over me day and night.
As the fighter I am, I shall never leave my guard down.
As a solder who fights and searches for victory, thats me.
Im a Fighter till the end in my heart and soul.

As a Fighter, love helps me endure
Faith makes me walk forward and not let go.
No doubt about this Fighter in me that it will win.
I will die  as a Fighter till the end with a smile in my face.

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Evil vs Good

War, War, War
Use the skills of love and mercy
Use the skills of wisdom
Unstress yourself from the burdens of life.

Become grateful for life and its beauty
Come walking toward the Good side of peace.
Peace has happiness.
War it is to not always to gain evil but it does hurt.

Imperfection makes it hard to balance many things.
Try to do your best and you will get the best out of your works.
Love yourself and others
Dream sweet-dreams and enjoy life.

Repel from people with evil spirit and push them away.
Gain more power from the people who rejoice in a good heart.
Make more friends that influence you to move upward towards success.
Its up to you who will win the battle of Evil vs Good.

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Say Good Bye

if you can love, you can kill
if you can love, you can build
Babals famous Tower and Will

love is a thrill
and yes love can kill
love can destroy us and probably will

it always takes two to love
but only one to give
one can love a diamond, one can love a star
one can love a baby, one can love you for who you are

but love can disappear in the blink of an eye
when a curse is lifted
or when you see someone kissing
your sweetie pie
magically love turns to tears
and fall out from your eyes
when the last tear has fallen
love says good bye

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Love is not a battlefield

Love is not a battlefield
There is no way to lose or win
There are not victors
or defeated opponents
But there are broken souls
Who lose themselves in love’s labyrinths
They fight to survive
But find only wasted time
Questions whisper around everything they say
And doubt grows through every action
A truth becomes a rare commodity 
Love is not a battlefield
But so many in love
Are fighting 
A war that’s not a war

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When Love Failed

When all the lights went out and the edge of darkness crept in, the Hero looked out over the abyss and came face to face with his sin.  He had come this far, following the fallen star, he had come this far.  He had fought through fire and hail, over seas of blood he had set sail.  Over hill and valley to this last standing finale, he had come this far.  His sword and scythe bore gore and strife, but he would not quit, he had come this far.  But now he stared out into the dark and he now faced the only foe who could kill him.  Now all his fears clawed at his eyes and he could not dissuade them.  His Love stared back, though her heart would lack, the very love that had brought her to her fate.  It was now, again, too late.  The Hero fell to his knee, his frozen heart breaking as he sent his plea.  "Let it not be her!!!!!  How did this occur???  It can be anyone but she!!!!!"  But God did not hear and could not see.  It was no one else but she.  Through age after long age he had thought he had lost her to the Devil.  Well, she stood there yet still was she lost to the sly Devil.  The Hero stood up from his seat, raising his lost eyes to her head from her feet.  She did not stare back, for a soul and eyes she did lack.  This was a shell, a shell raised from the pit of Hell.  This was not his Love to be.  This was not she.  "Show yourself, Demon King!!!  Put face to your treachery!!!"  The Hero's demand opened the shadowy ring and out stepped He.  "I am sorry to have done this, Hero.  This is the Last War and I have to do everything I can."  The Devil explained himself to the Hero, the Hero heard the Devil's plan.  The Hero shook his head and then he said, "I know that my Love is dead.  No shell will sway my hand or heart.  I've come this far and now must play my part.  For this I have bled."  The Devil sighed and some say he again bent his hood and cried.  "Then face your rotted bride.  With sword and claw strip her hide.  This is war and this must be done.  Finish now what you have begun."  The Hero raised his sword as his face sank and paled.  "Once more my love has failed."

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woke up in eighty six to bright lights and screams

i thought waking up then would maybe fix my dreams

'cause i was dreaming 'til birth 

and have been dreaming since birth

opening my eyes just to see what it's worth

i shut my eyes again because the world's gone blind

no one considering what's been left behind

"the past has passed, and the future is it"

what you did, you forgot, but "the future's legit"

what you did, who'd a thought, brought some people to pain

not knowing, you keep going to the future in vain

think of people you effect by your insane gain

if before every decision, we got everyone to think

who will be cut 

and in the blink of a wink it would sink to our gut

"do i want to be hurt in the choice of a man?"

please bring peace, and revise your plan

we hold the strength of the world in the palm of our hand

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Another Day Passes

Another day passes
Another day he is gone
Taken from his loved ones
From the place where he belonged

He should be at their side
With his kids and his wife
Another casualty of war
The waste of another life

In front of his marble headstone
The grass wetted by her tears
She lies down saying i miss you
And i will love you for all my years

Our twins will always remember you
For i will tell them every day
Your words they will never hear
But i will say to them, what you would say

   Look after your mother
   And you mother will look after you
   For i will be looking down
   Through clouds and skies of blue

   Always be there for her
   And she will be there for you
   Family love will be your bond
   In future years it will see you through

Many days have passed
Our twins have grown with pride
We all miss you so much my darling
For you were always by our sides

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The War

everyday i count the time you've been away
everyday i listen to what you say
everyday my heart wants to play
everyday my hand need a gent al touch
everyday what i ask for, its not much
everyday i count the time
everyday i find words that rhyme

everyday my seconds move so slow
everyday you are safe, this i know
everyday together we grow
everyday i am in love
everyday, peaceful like a dove

everyday i look into your eyes
everyday i wonder when 
everyday i pray
everyday its not you 
everyday a phone call
everyday our love is true

everyday my heart is at peace
everyday my life is at ease
everyday i want you home
everyday i add to this poem
someday you will be
someday, home safe with me

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prayer warrior

you are so precious to me, i want for you to see,
your future lies within my hands, ask and you will receive,
i know it's hard to contemplate what your going through,
but i want you to know that in the end it's me that you run to,
i know you get confused, and your hearts broken alot sometimes,
but that's what happens when you choose to give away your love in exchange for 
i know this is extremely hard for you, to understand all of this,
but each day set aside to spend time with me, is not a day waisted or missed,
the world will try to surround you, with distractions from every side,
some days you'll want to be by yourself, and crawl in your prayer closet and hide,
hide away from the busy world that always fights for your attention,
but that's satan's way of distracting your time, this is his true intention,
you bask in me quite often, it seems to be your only relief,
your outlet of love and sincere dedication offers you a sense of defeat,
this war that you are fighting within your mind and soul,
the reality that you now can see what makes the world so cold,
it breaks your heart so deeply, and you wish you could convey,
all the things i speak to your heart every single day,
i see your tears at night, and i understand this hurt,
i know you wish for my return to get you off this earth,
but you must endure this heartache, this is what the fights all about,
that you gather my soldiers, my prayer warriors for battle, and we'll take the devil 

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Soldier Boy

If tomorrow never comes
Then Lord I hope this day is good
I'm just an okie from Muskogee
Carrying your love with me
I go walkin' after midnight
From a thousand miles from nowhere
Silver medals and sweet memories
Of what might have been
All is fair in love and war
And who needs pictures
Take this job and shove it
And this dirt road too
If we make it through December
I'll go on lovin' you
For this is however feels
My woman my woman my wife
After the fire is gone
Please make the world go away
I'd march from here to eternity
With sixteen tons strapped to my side
For the ships that don't come in
It must be killing time again
Thank God I'm American Made
And not a moment to soon
So darlin' give me one more day
For it's a great day to be alive
For I'm thankful for my home's in Alabama
And Please God bless the U.S.A

Trying a new song again LOL

Bring Our Troops Home !

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I feel smothered
Every time I turn around
Someone is there to take my breath away.

A little time, just one more second.
Another reason to be near.
Another part of me taken.

I need my time, I need my space.
Both forces work against each other
and I’m caught in the middle.

There is no pity on me, just
so someone else is happy.

The tectonic plates continue to
grind together, while I’m
turning to dust.

It’s almost like a game.  Life 
is getting out of control. My
batteries need recharged,
but the outlet is not
able to be found.

How could two people who
‘care’ so much about me
knowingly or unknowingly
make me so miserable?

Both with the same wants
and desires, trapped me in
the middle. Pushing away
to breathe.

Things are becoming dark.
This war I’m caught in. I 
am miserable in all my

No one seems to understand.
Not even me.
The Civil war for my heart.
Is it about me anymore?
My understanding and confusion grow daily, as does my pain.

My need for breath
Wanting to sustain life.
What is time?
I need to be.
Oxygen, Oxygen, Oxygen

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Demented Memories

I love with these memories of madness.
These atrocities in my brain.
What I have seen and done
in this time of national conflict,
would frighten most.
They would abhor me,
find me repulsive.
Regular people would be appalled
at my actions.
They couldn't be capable of understanding
it was a different time and place.
I had to shed myself
and become the one who
does what is needed to survive.
So I keep these memories 
chained to my mind
attempting to forget
those horrible scenes
that flicker in my mind.
That come to light
only occassionally, thankfully.
And when they do surface,
I will use your
shoulders and ears
to help be withstand the
fight against my monster.

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Rocks and Vipers

Two women
Broke their teeth
On gravel.

That one man
Drank venom
In green grass.

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War Bride

She waits for him with baited breath.
May a messenger not bring any news.
She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see.
He’s her life, she has everything to lose.

May a messenger not bring any news
from the front lines, telling of his demise.
She knows in her heart, he shall return.
A telegram would surely tell lies.

She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see
her gentleman walk through her door.
Now, she waits for him to return one day,
the soldier, the man she adores

He’s her life, she has everything to lose.
She’d be done, if he was not to return.
But, down deep inside, she knows he’s alive
For his presence, she’ll wait, and yet yearn.

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The War You Wage

Your feelings about me are
Visions clouded by memories of your past

Lovers and haters and all things greater
You remain guarded 
And dictated by fear
Keeping me near…enough
But not too close

The war you fight is with yourself, not with me
But can won with grace and ease by surrendering to your own insecurities

I can promise you one thing…
Keeping me at arm’s length will only prolong the inevitability
Of you suffering through this
And drowning in self-pity

I will not go down with you, NO
I will fight and push with all might to prove

That you have nothing to lose
And everything to gain
By opening your heart again

The valve so tightly closed, so closely guarded
A soldier standing so strong
Yet so broken hearted that you can’t even identify the real enemy.
But we both know it isn’t me

So you fight a war within yourself whole-heartedly believing
That it is the only way, you wage the battle everyday 
Until you are bare knuckled and bleeding and bruised 
Until your soul is weary and every last drop of strength has been used

Until your vision is clouded by memories of your past
And the way things were
Until your vision is clouded by memories of her

Lovers and haters, blind to all things greater
And once again, you are dictated by fear
Wishing only that you had held her near
Wishing only to surrender 

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The Dragons Queen

Oh Babylon the Great , the Dragon Queen
false religion rides the highway of mankinds being
clothed without visions robes of splendor
conceals the violations of Truth you render 
The crown you have gained through war and bloodshed
proof that what lies inside your heart is dead
"let the dead bury the dead" said Jesus in passing
you must leave her roads if you want "Life Everlasting"
Exquisitely adorned on the beast you have saddled
the chalice of blood shed and humanity have addled
you have mesmerized the multitudes Chaldean mystics spell
consumption at your table the poison of the fell
Those who dine and lie with you produced the final generation
those who only love themselves and hatred in every nation
beneath your robes of beauty the acts of carnage you've concealed
but Jehovah by Christ Jesus has them openly revealed
The castles and cathedrals tell the real story
money taken from the poor to memorialize your glory
the histories of the nations and temples where you dwell
illusion of those seeking peace but the ranks of war there swell
You say "I sit a Queen" to the one you've sworn your oath you've lied
you have pandered to the enemy in every action taken side
the jewels you have garnered are those of hardened stone
dust of your desires , exposed your graveyard of dry bone
Mankind likes his "ritual" his "habits" and his "drink"
when immersed in them he doesn't have to think
baptized with the mysteries questions have no answer
intelligence is manipulated by the puppet master
Upon the wings of Dragon, these heights you have flown
but Jesus by "revelation" shows you from the saddle thrown
those who really love the Truth from your chains have fled
they have recognized the corpse of the living dead
if you wish to complete this one it also is too
long for Poetry Soup to complete poem
Apocalypse 17 & 18

 COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Now I'm Pissed!!!!!

My adopted son Michael
Left Sunday to go fight this war
I'm wrapping up some loose ends
There's so much more

Mike owes his step dad money 
for a car in which the engine is now blown
I can't keep it here with me
So I asked Ed to pick up what he rightfully owns

The swearing came
Full blast over my phone
Unbelievable profanity
From this mans heartless tone

Where is that a--hole!
He still owes $900 dollars!
I don't need the f---ing car!
He just kept up the hollers

Sir, please pick up your car
You have the title from what I know
I don't know when Mike is coming back
If you don't, it will have to be towed

I'll ring his lieing F---ing neck
A--hole owes me, I want the s--t when he gets out
I'm not f---ing taking a f---ing car
He was just a solid continuous shout

This is why Mike 
Is my stepson I do believe
And now he's fighting for my right
To kick his step dads a-- if him I see

I said "I know it's not right
But the car belongs to you.
Thank you for your time.
I'm sure he hates you too"

That is why he is MY son!

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quite please.

Captain sir I'm not going to die there,
 sir I sit in darkness waiting with my fear,
back home there are those who say we shouldn't be here...
Solider...dry your eyes and do not cry,
I will not let you die,
we are here to survive-
as they walked to the door she knew,
the boy she once held now grew,
he left this world to start a new,
As the fallen look back,
don't let them see how they react,
they died and for their reason you attack,
You say they didn't have to die,
did that ease the pain as that mother sits to cry?
a son,father,husband,brother,sister,daughter,mother, wife won't say why,
They are over there to fight for us all,
they are there to do what we didn't when our country called,
they are there and for our freedom AND FOR YOU they are willing to fall,
And you yell back home it was all for not,
telling there family it was a useless war they fought,
do you think it helps those kids playing in the sand lot?
they are my heroes when this world needs one,
they are my brother and sisters who protected me in under foreign sun,
they are people I could never make it up to or will be forgotten,
dads they didn't die in vain,mothers they didn't cry when Christ came,
now fathers,mothers sons,daughters watch from above with out blame,
and those back home who have any thing to say...that solider had a name
with life's lost freedom lives on.

Thank you to every solider that stands up for my freedom & fought for my life.

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Right Square In The Eyes

A believer in love is how I am,
hate, and hurt, need not, come around.
I see from a far, such pain endured,
many have tried, but is there a cure?
Preaching the truth in a given time,
to ears that can't hear, and eyes so blind.
An endless cycle with no beginning,
or end,  it's only make believe, time, and again.
Who is right, and who is wrong,
no one can claim that victory song.
History repeats, if man will allow,
stopping this mess.
does anyone know how?
Forever, we will remember,
and pass it down in time,
the evidence is real, and it is
staring us all, right square in the eyes.
"If  you see our soldiers, tell them you care,
they are our heroes, way over there."

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Nothing rhymes with llama
Nothing rhymes with lava
HEY! Llama and lava rhyme
I guess I knew that the whole time
When I see a llama, I shout
But when I see it not burning in lava, I pout
Ok, so that's not true
But I'm sitting here quietly with nothing to do......
I just realized that I've never seen a llama in the zoo.
I'm really starting to hate llamas now
I really wish they would all burn in lava
Still not true....
Still with nothing better to do...

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Brothers in Arms

Many years it took to create such an unbreakable bond
The memories we’ve created, ones I will always hold fond
A brotherly love that grew swiftly, no one is able to sever
Even with our diverse minds, we are the best friends ever

Anywhere we can be, we will carry these treasures proudly
Distance between us will never silence, we’ll scream loudly
To show the strength of us, even separated no one compares
In our parted ways, I plead so for your safety in my prayers

You may be away fighting a war that should not exist there
Deep inside you never left, but you being there just isn’t fair
Your family anxiously awaits your return with open hearts
A new life is ahead, when this war is over, is when it starts

I remember the days we spent without a care, we just had fun
I look at us now, my words are my weapon, yours is that gun
Back then we searched for everything that defined who we are
Now our souls are intact, we no longer have to wish upon a star

You may be far away from me, but the memories will remain
Thinking of our crazy times, acts that others will label insane
That’s who we are, two men with two unforgettable charms
And we will forever be, always best friends, brothers in arms

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To The World

I am words unspoken 
A body asleep waiting to be awoken 
I am words that cannot be read 
Words unspoken and never could be said 
I am only a person trying to find my dreams 
Waiting to be awoken yet trying to fall asleep 

I am an ocean shattered apart 
Buried in the middle you can find my heart 
I am cancer waiting to put you through pain 
How I feel I'm unable to explain 
I am your mind waiting to see how this poem ends 
A girl who has finally found a friend 

I am tears ready to fall like rain 
Blood streaming down a vein 
I am an operator ready to take your call 
A cure found that can finally heal all 

I am patience running out of time 
A newborn trying to understand a nursery rhyme 
I am who I am though I don't know why 
Knowing I could die within a blink of an eye 

I am many letters to the author 
Hoping that atleast a look he would offer 
I am an abandoned infant with no where to go 
Can anyone see I have many years to grow? 
I am the door you swing open without knocking 
Baby on the cradle without you rocking 

I am a sunny day waiting for a storm to hit 
The truth hard for me to admit 
I am misery with a smile on my face 
Loving these memories wanting not to erase 

I am someone who has seen how far I've come 
Remembering where I started from 
I am anger tearing someone inside 
I want to be loved is all I've ever cried 

I am speakers blasting as you drive by 
Hurting inside looking out for the public eye 
I am hunger destroying half the world 
In the darkness still a lonely girl 

I am passion between you and your love 
A gift God has sent from above 
I am the crack you step on as you walk 
Camera man watching people die in Iraq 
I am the president trying to start a war 
A war that has never been fought before 

I am lyrics to a beautiful love song 
A girl that wants to feel like she belongs 
I am the sun rising early in the morning 
A flood coming without a warning 
I am death ready to take a life 
A girl still not ready to be a wife 

I am lips sealed with too much to say 
A bird without a place to stay 
I am a person who just wants to live 
For who I am could you forgive?

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A Song of Redemption

Arrested in faluered acts of inslavement
Parted from friends in family like vousledge
Isolated to a small room conjecting my sworn birth right
With in these wall speak true play of gradagan
I watch and wait for the doors too open
Out of this ruled humpal i speck too my people
Open heartily pick up the arvish of angulong
I was awakened in the night bye scream
Feeling this used and mislead rooted in labeled dead
I stood up and left my tent whirling heaven help me stand 
Working jahiv  help me scream
Walking women help me breath
Helping brother why do u tread on me
Slow possition let me be
Quite muskl cry set me free
Peeking native show the way
Masked man creep in play
Surrounded Irishmen here my call
Deprived Scotsmen u see the death of it all
Sleeping china-men awake your vagarant action
Standing Korean watch are retoraling avation
Lost Japanese man seal the the pain
Laughing  Jew seek your understanding
Realistic voushay linger around
Majestic overlay sink too the ground
A cor-test auction in this darkened  is a wrecking my rightful place
If i die before i wake listen too your intuition
Ispeak to the heart

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Love Will Be Thy Sword

No steed for him, his feet just fine
as he stands with conviction and power.
For he knows his destiny, his job to do,
from evil, he would never cower.
He fights for the right! He fights for the Light,
The One true God, the Lord.
So, Michael approaches the devil himself
with his hand upon his sword.
It is for He and be it His will
that Michael uses his power.
The devil’s fate, his destiny,
is met this final hour.
An angel, himself, Satan he is,
but he just wanted it all
and God being the god He is
sent Michael to make him fall.
Be cast down from heaven oh, ungrateful one!
Be cast down to live out your days!
God has granted the power you sought,
but gave it in other ways.
Live out your life in darkness with fire.
Be cursed, to Hell below!
Seek out your victims, or subjects you say
from the seeds that you will sow.
Evil, now upon knowing defeat
was forced to leave the clouds.
Michael, left standing upon his feet
was tall and strong and proud.
He fought off the evil that came to fight.
He fought for the grace of his Lord.
He fought for the good and all that is right
with pride, honor and sword.

So, even today, as we go into battle
ready to fight for the Lord,
remember always, your heart is your shield
and love will be thy sword!

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American Me

I am an American,I'm proud to be free.
I am an American,I'm the future 'to-be'.
I love my country,this land where I was born.
I love my country,it's flag,tattered and worn.
I pledge my allegiance every morning at school.
I pledge my allegiance because AMERICA RULES!
I can make a differerence with a 'star-spangled' quote.
I can make a difference by casting MY vote.
I will serve my country,should it ever call on me,
I will serve my country by being the BEST AMERICAN CITIZEN that I can be!

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Let Me Say, Thank You

Let me say "Thank You", to our troops everywhere,
for without their sacrifice, freedom could not be shared.
All the sleepless nights, they have to endure,
must be so miserable, I am sure.
Miles from their homeland, they are stationed tonight,
without a goodnight kiss, or holding loved ones so tight.
Never a complaint from these soldiers we love,
just their trust in our Lord, protecting from above.
Hostile ground is where they are making a change,
and they do it from their hearts, not for fame.
Yes, they are our soldiers, our finest so brave,
dedicated to bring Peace, Praying, a difference is made.

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Angel of War

I lay here and think about you,
And how the war tore us apart,
How it took away my love,
And stole away my heart,
Every night I pray,
That you could be sent to me,
As a fallen angel from above,
The lonely nights I slept,
The long hours I wept,
Every tear I cry,
Is a memory from you,
My dreams are haunted with visions,
Of what the war put you through,
As I look through the photos,
Of when you were here,
It reminds me everyday,
That my angel is near,
When I visit the grave,
Where you lay at rest,
I hear that soft voice,
Bringing all thoughts at best,
The thoughts in my head,
Will forever stay,
I still have my angel of love,
Who was sent to me,
From the heavens above,
That angel is you,
Making all my dreams,
Alive and true.

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My Dream

Even with you deployed so far away
I still feel your presence night and day.
Hearing your voice calling my name in the night so sweet,
feeling your gentleness as our lips meet.
having the warmth of your body so close to mine,
I cry out  with passion as our hearts and bodies intertwine.
But just as we are about to reach that moment of shear ecstasy,
I awake to the disappointment that  you are not laying next  to me.
I find that it is only a dream, a dream so real.
A dream that expressed all the love we both feel.
As well as the longing and desire I have to hold you so very close,
to whisper my darling "I Love You " the most.
and tell you I miss you so much with all of my heart.
But as real as my dream was we are still miles and miles apart.
Although my dream seem so live and so true, nothing or no one can
take the place of expressing feeling of love with you.
"Be safe My Love"

Dedicated To The Men and Women of the U S Military Stationed in Iraq and 
Afghanistan . JR

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Courtly Love

Submissive squire on his foot 
Helping his best knight, to put
On the weapons o’ not so cute 

Beautified horses galloping,
The sharpen swords clanging, 
And wooden poles jousting,

While this beauty, mocks by tear,
Huddling, silently, in her own fear
Because of her one and only dear

For her love,
She prays of-
“Use the speed o’ thy eyes, oh knight o’ mine
For a love to dwell, forever, in arms o’ thine!”

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I Cannot Erase

You said good-by then turned to leave,
my throat was choking, trying hard to breath.

The tears were coming, I couldn't hold them in,
watching my baby go to a war of no- end.

Your buddies all standing holding loved ones so near,
orders for deployment, at least one year.

Mothers, wives, fathers, and sons,
wiping their tears, everyone.

No smiles did I see, in that crowd that day,
how many will die, how many will pay.

Emotions so heavy, seen on every face,
I cannot erase the images in my mind that day.

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Good King, Great Queen

The night descends upon the kingdom of Gaa
As the king prepares, in his chambers, for his night
Upon summoning the queen for all of his desires
He is confident of success for tomorrow’s fight.

Meanwhile, in Sura, a king, too, has a thought
Preparation of the battle is what he must do
Sleeping? Loving? No! That’s not for him.
For the King of Sura is but a shrew.

As the sun is descending and the moon now appears
King Wexle of Sura prepares all his men
To surprise King Rabba, in neighboring Gaa
To kill, rape and plunder again and again.

Now, back in the chambers, Rabba and the queen
Two lovers together, harmonious indeed
No thought of tomorrow, no not at this moment
For, as in love, together, they always succeed.

But, alas, there’s a sound! Thunderous! Explosive!
With screams of some men, they jump from the bed.
Surprised by the attack of the men from Sura,
They must now fight or suffer their death.

The queen had a plan to gather all her men
Through tunnels, in darkness, they followed her lead
Rabba, with his men, held back the attack
While the queen with her men escaped through some trees

Now, Wexle, felt glory, thinking now was his time
Rabba, he thought, was to already have perished.
The queen and the land, all now will be his
For property and goods are all that he cherished.

As Rabba advanced with knights by his side
The queen had her knights surrounding the rear
Wexle, at a loss, had gathered his army
The look on his face was of shame and of fear.

In shameful loss, Wexle, at that moment
Reached for his sword, knife and a shield
Proceeded to run and attack the queen
But she was a fighter and would not yield.

With a display of fighting, forever unrivaled
The queen took her sword and swung to the left
Wexle was surprised and on his feet, stumbled
As she plunged her sword right in to his chest

Rabba had come in with thoughts of a victory
Unknowing his queen had secured that for sure
Looking to see the face of the enemy
He then looked at her, a face that was pure

He knelt before her and requested the honor
Of hugging her there, in front of her men
With a nod of her head and the dub on the shoulder
He jumped to his feet and hugged her just then

Into her ear he whispered the following,
“my love, for you, my kingdom I give.
Without you darling, there’d be no tomorrow.
Without you darling, I shall not live.”

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You've tucked me under and locked me in.
You've made it to where you always win.
We've locked eyes and we've bumped heads.
We've even had to sleep in different beds.
You've made me want to pull out my own hair.
You've made me wish you wasn't there.
I hate you but I love you even more.
You've made my tears extremely pour.
I've came back and you've left again,
but never again will you win.

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The Ride

Bet youse cain't guesses 
Whats I's done taday,
I's saddles up ma ol' roan
Un we's set off'n the trail
Whar tha doggies likes ta play.

Thay war tha fattest critters
Tha grass ut war belly high
Thay's maws war so full
Thay jist chews thays cud a while.

We's jist went un thru um
Un thay's didn't even sees
Tha calves a runnin' un buckin
Knowin what ut war ta be's free.

Than we's jist sits on a hill
Un watched tha win' blow
Tha grasses dancin long
Ta Tha Masters fiddle song.

Tha clouds war white un fluffy
Of no storm thay done feared
Tha perty little flowers 
War dressed un full gear.

We's jist wandered un 
Un by a spring we's stopped
Ol' Roan war perty thirsty 
Un I's done needs a smoke

Thar warn't no brandin'
Er calfin taday;
We's jist war checkin'
Un lookin fer futur hay.

Tha buzzards done feasted
Tha eagles sailed un soared
Tha little prairie dogs
Headed fer thay's holes.

God done a gud job
Fur es I's cud sees
I's bowed ma head 
Un tole Him I's pleased.

Time cumed ta goes back
'Er time ut war thru
Travlin ovar tha rocks
Hopes Roan don't throws a shoe.

Everthin war gud
Everthin went jist fine
We's makes er back home
Bafor supper time.

Than ma son done spoiled ut all
He waked me up
Un than all I's cud hears
War tha danged ol' oil wells strippin thays gears.

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Hero Trees

I planted a tree for my injured hero,
now it is so tall, my how it has grown.
The day I heard you had been hit,
I was so nervous, I couldn't just sit.
So down to the store to buy a tree,
my way of thanking you, for keeping me free.
It has doubled in size, and it carries your name,
your tour ended, and your life was never the same.
You lost both legs in that horrible war,
but you haven't given up, you have come so far.
Now you are a speaker, and a volunteer too,
for the heroes that were injured, just like you.
You blame no one, just the changing times,
a difference in belief, and brainwashed minds.
So plant a tree for a soldier today, it will grow, and
grow, and provide you shade.  
Just like our heroes in far away lands,
these trees we're planting, will help save our
great land.

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Sometimes Mothers Don't Know Best

She took his hand, and said," I Do",
wondering all the while, will he be true?
Her mother warned her, before the big day,
honey, I don't believe he has had time to play.
Oh mom, I know this is real,  please don't ruin
my wedding day.
Her daddy walked his daughter down the isle with pride,
while mother was uneasy, and only cried.
It will be alright, mom, just you wait and see,
I know you will love him, as you love me.
They had a great life, he had a great job,
a big fine house, and a little boy named Rob.
Mother finally realized, he was the one,
and her worries were over, all but one.
Mom found out, he had enlisted today,
and planned on leaving on Christmas Day.
Crying and praying, she got down on her knees,
God please protect him, he means the world to me.
Rob was growing, and his questions were quite a few,
"I miss my daddy, and mommy does too."
Promotion, after promotion, he was good at his job,
as the war raged on, he grew closer to God.
Then one day, came some exciting news,
he knew his calling, he knew what he had to do.
 As he was studying to be a minister, his mother-in-law
finally faced the truth.
One God, one nation, one wife, one job, the best life she
could ever dream of, and a mother-in-law, full of love.

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She'll Wait

Within her hands
she carried
a single red rose,
a gift from someone
so long ago.
The petals
have faded in color
but with some care
and craftsmanship
were able to stay
on the stem
and remain for view.
It had lost its scent,
but yet she breathed in,
smiling as often
as she possibly could.
It had been a year
since she received
his letter,
but yet she walks
carrying his rose;
her dream.
She can feel
her soldier
will one day return,
until then
this rose
is her reminder
of their love.

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on the brink,
heart ready to
My dear John....
of blood blotted

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He waits, patient he is, as she brings his daily medicine.
Always in white, from head to toe, she is his angel
His time here, bound, limited, is not his choice,
But the random selection of enemy artillery.

While he was at the front, he had known what to expect
Here, he is very surprised by what has hit him 
Love slapped him in the face, unexpectedly
Leaving him defenseless against her.

Each time she comes, he smiles, hoping to stir her feelings
Yet, she passes, like a dove, knowing the presence
But continuing on her daily routine, chores,
Unknowing of watchful eyes and heart.

His time for leaving this hospital quickly approaches.
Each and every minute is torment of denied love.
He must confess his feelings and intentions
Risking the friendship and bond, they share.

Stunned at first, she admits to her feelings of love, too.
He can’t believe his ears, her voice is now music.
He takes her by the waist and pulls her to him
Lips puckering for the first time, shared.

They both feel the electricity, the undeniable, inevitable truth.
He tells her of plans to marry and the home in the states
And she breaks down, crying uncontrollably.
This is not what she expected, but is willing.

He went off to the states with dreams, discharged honorably.
He holds on to her until the day of her arrival, to be his.
Moments away are torturous to his heart and mind,
Leaving him with plans to make, for her arrival.

It is morning. Train pulls in at 10:45 am in New York’s Penn Station.
He waits with flowers and a smile that could start an automobile.
Descending the stairs now, he sees her, she sees him.
They run, embrace, kiss and plan tomorrow.

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Our Soldiers

Another tour of duty, the days so long,
away from their family,  longing of home.
Orders are given, and a soldier stands tall,
sacrificing tomorrow, sacrificing it all.
Some people don't understand, just what soldiers risk,
they have never said good-by with a tearful kiss.
Working in conditions, most could not bear,
in the middle of nowhere, have you ever been there?
Friends they encounter while so far away,
close to their heart, forever to stay.
Nights are no different, always on call,
ready for combat in no time at all.
They don't take for granted, this freedom we expect,
their job is to protect us, they deserve our respect.
Many a brave warrior, has stood where they are,
here on the home front, and in lands so far.
A package of thanks is not too much to ask,
friends showing gratitude, and that memory will last.
It does not matter if you have no one there,
remember their sacrifice, and the uniform they wear.
It stands for Freedom, for one, and all,
and they proudly defend us, they answered the call.
They are our soldiers, yours, and mine,
embrace them with honor, for they are the best. you
will ever find.

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God Must Need Young People Up There

It's such a shame
You were taken at such a young age
Your spirit still lingers here
Your voice still whispers in our ear
God must need young people up there.

The memories you left
Will never be forgotten
Who knows what life will bring next
But we will live life as you did
We will see each other again.

Watch over us now
I know you wear those wings well
You are in a better place
The good times were never a waste
Its hard to believe everything happens for a reason
God must need young people up there.

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Hour Glass

Time in a bottle.  
We run full throttle.
Trying to catch what we cannot see. 
Wanting and longing for what we know can never be.
He watches me as i move across the room.
His face full of excitement and a little doom.
His eyes are like fire in the night.
His hands scorch while they soothe away fright.
We know we have only a moment before the door is locked with no key.
They will come again and carry him out to sea.
We watch from our tight embrace as the sand falls.
Our love and passion is put on hold whenever duty calls.
His touch and presence is ripped away like a child from the womb.
But when we are together i am his to consume.
No part of me is left untouched or with out his kiss.
He finds my secrets as my breath is forced from me with a hiss.
He holds me close and shows me his love.
My hand fits in his like a warm winter glove.
He whispers softly in my ear.
He wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here.

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Dear God

Dear God
I know you hear my crying
From deep in the night
I really am trying
To make right
I'm awake in my bed just there lieing
To prepare for this battle I must fight
The war best know as my life
And how sometimes I don't want to get through the day
Let alone the night
And I must find the strength, the might
To once again regain sight
Of what awaits for me ahead
Some of those things I know I will dread
But moments must go on
Time soon will be lost and gone
Will I still be standing all alone

Dear God
I know you've seen my tears
You know about all my fears
Some have stuck around for years
Why oh why can't everyone still be here
Why did I  let everyone important to me disappear
I long for all my kids and him to be near
Family and friends that are held in my heart that are so dear
But I take what I got it's not everyone, but it's a lot
I can't have it all
So I need to stop hitting that brick wall
I can't always seem to pick myself up from that fall

Dear God
I know you listen to my pleas
Of how I could make time freeze
Go back to when I was young
Capture the feelings from the past
Toss out what I've become
And make the love I want to give last
I have to dig my way out of this hole
I need to capture what is left of me
I need to re-capture my soul
And again take control
I need that little spark
When all around me is getting dark

Dear God
I know I seem to ask a lot
But right now I have to
Use everything I know to do
Cause it's all I got
Battles to be won
And some to be lost
But all the fights will be fought
Even when I have no strength
And want to give in
Because I know better than anyone
This war with myself I may not always win
But is will also probably never end

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Question D'un Cœur En Mille Morceaux

Vive l’héro
La chanson voisine des louanges
Et toi-

Tu m’as laissé
Au sommet 
De leur jeu 

Et j’ai pleuré
Tout seul
Sans arrêt, comme une veille chute d’eau 

Mais quand 
Tu n’es pas retourné, pour retrouver 
Ta jeunesse d’antan

Personne ne vient 
Pour me demander?

Oui, comment j’ai arrêté
De pleurer

Question From A Broken Heart (English)

Long live the hero
The neighbors’ song of praise
And you-

You left me
To the top
Of their game

And I cried 
Nonstop, like an ancient waterfall

But when
You didn’t come back, to rediscover 
Your long lost youth

Nobody is coming
To ask me ?

Yes, how I stopped
From weeping 

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From the face of this earth
people think i've died
but i've actually been replaced
by this face
that looks so familiar to most
but to others a ghost
has come into existence
and this instant
is changing
rearranging life as it should be be
with for you and love for me
no war for you, no war for you
peace with us
I love is worth more than anything
to my love, love you did bring
everything about you makes me smile
your walk
your talk 
your courtesy
The fact that you would go a mile just so you can
see me smile....
The way you hold me
kiss me 
please me
its our destiny to connect
the dots and
cross the word
puzzle and finally
see where we stand in this game
called life
but I feel i've been 
from the face of this earth
no one knows just who I am
or how I feel
being a shadow to the unreal
but no worries,
I am replaced.

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Desirable Desire

To live, without fearing...
Is to breath peace- a thing 
Without gasping to make
Only gasp, for love’s sake

Oh, who does not know that
Fear makes one fatty butt
To count the toll of wars
Instead of the warm stars
Only gasp, for love’s sake
Without gasping to make
Is to breath peace- a thing  
To live, without fearing...

Is the sole desire of this hearty piece of write


Rhymethor is a poetic form with a title of 6 syllables, 
3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables, (rhyme scheme: 
aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the 
1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables, 
representing the total number of lines.

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A Hero In Time

How many times have you seen him there,
on the corner downtown, with that hollow stare.
A veteran I've heard , from the second World War,
still wearing his medals, although he can't remember
what they all are for.
A hero in his time, many missions he flew,
then one day he took a hit, never finding his crew.
So wise if you listen, to his daily prayer,
bits, and pieces of his puzzle, are hidden there.
Never a husband, no time for a wife,
determined to spend a lifetime, living the military life.
After his crash, and after the pain,
nothing was ever the same again.
Parents already passed, not a sibling did he have,
now on a corner downtown, with his hollow stare.
Donations will be gathered, for this wonderful man,
and a house will be built, by many grateful hands.

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Returning from War

The lantern sits burning bright on the table by the window
The old farm house shows signs of life and need of repair
There! A shadow of the owner passes by the broken screen
You can make out that the person is older, alone with despair

The house, not in the best of condition, seems in disarray
As shutters are falling off hinges, screens have big holes
But, yet, there is something welcoming, almost beautiful
As the lady, reaches and turns out the lantern for the night

She stayed here for many years even after the war of the states
Some say she is the ghost of a war bride waiting for her love
But, I, standing here looking up, after all these many years away
Know she is alive and has kept a light burning for my safe return

She, yes, she is the hero of this story, the perpetuator of love
For it is harder to keep love after time, years long separated
She did it and now I come back upon finally remembering 
That this is my home, she held my heart and kept it for me

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This time of the year

   I can't stand this time of the year. The worlds so cold and nothings filled with cheer. 
   I can't stand this time of the year people try to mask problems with lights and reindeers. But 
the truth is still there, the ghetto is still dark and lonely. Even though they put up lights to mask 
the darkness you still feel a sense of danger lurking. I can't stand this time of the year, pockets 
get empty and worries start to settle deep within. People try to survive the world of materialism. 
The one day that your kids ask for everything and you don't have the money to give it to them. 
The devil is watching around this time, a war between good and evil is fought. God tries to help 
by supplying winning lottery tickets and helping you find 50 dollar bills in the subways. But the 
devil makes it worse he makes all bill collectors call you and makes it so you lose your check 
just when you were about to cash it. This time of the year is a struggle and a hustle. You'd better 
hurry home or someone hungry might snatch you. This time of the year is a war. A war within 
yourself and a war of what's in store. But even though times are hard Christmas day still 
happens and the smiles on every kids face is larger than  life. This one morning beats all the 
bad stuff.

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sky wheel

Sky Wheel 
Big sky wheel from heaven rolls over the land squashing houses and people and cities and families. 
Sky wheel doing its business, from who knows where. 
A trail of loose house bricks that once were human dwellings. 
Now rubble. 
Where are the people? 
Under the boot of the sun wheel, totally fucked. 
Who sent this kilometre diameter circular thing to Planet Earth? 
Wrecking everything by squashing it till its dusty particles blown by the wind. 
No more life here or anywhere. 
Just a squash head sky wheel going round the block, again. 
Coloured like a sea shell, multi spectral haze of eye watering iridium from outer space. On Earth doing mad damage, your home and mine totally bolloxed. 
Military jets buzz the wheel and bomb it, chipping the surface but not halting it. 
Each jet hit by smaller wheels spewed from Mother wheel. 
Dwelling squashing continues, unabated. 
A culling of certain humans, facts only known now. 
Men killed, women left in peace. 
One lab. 
She kicks the wheel over.