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Early morn
Birds still sleep
Crickets warm
Not a peep
Coffee in hand
Dreams are free
Thinking of you
Thinking of me
Last night's prayer 
Has made it here
Rain soaked skies
Begin to clear
And what I see
On distant shore
Sweet Island girl
I long for more
Hear your heart
We are in tune
I love you so 
I'm coming soon

Contest: Craig's "Lyrics Again"
Date: 9-9-14

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Today I penned a love letter
I know you'll never see
Secret thoughts and feelings
Bottled up inside of me
Romantic muse on my heart
Words written with the mind
My forbidden introspection
I know you'll never find
For I, myself, am the bottle
I'm not floating on the sea
The message is deep inside
Heartbroken that we can't be
I know this sounds freaky
But every word I say is true
Although we've never met 
My heart is missing you!

Date: 11-7-14

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You take my breath away,
Smile at me, don't know what to say..
There's no words to describe what I'm feeling.
When dreams come alive,
It feels like, time is standing still..
Everything becomes clear and has meaning.
In that moment, captivated by your beauty.
Speechless, that you long for me..

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

You take my breath away,
Smile at me, don't know what to say..
There's no words to describe what I'm feeling.
When dreams come alive,
It feels like, time is standing still..
Everything becomes clear and has meaning
In that moment, captivated by your beauty.
Speechless, that you long for me..

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

Completely taken by your amazing eyes,
I don't deserve such a wonderful prize..
Our love's in the clouds, oh yeah I'm floating.
Fate brought us together, unexpected bliss..
Been captivated since our very first kiss,
Intoxicated by you, your affections I'm drinking.
And in that moment, the world is a mine.
Every thought feels so sublime..

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

Yes, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
Oh, girl I love you
How you love me so

Girl, I love you so
Oh, how I love you
How you love me so

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More peaceful than bright meadows
More grandeur than tall trees
More beautiful than flower gardens
More honey than many busy bees

More than I can imagine
Much more than I can see
More than I can express
Much more you mean to me

More lovely than sweet song birds
More breathtaking than a sunset
More tender than a moma bear
More amazing than the day we met

More than I can understand
Much more than I can take in
More gratitude, I couldn't know
Much more your heart to win

Contest: Judy's "The Lazy Contest"
Date: 10-12-14

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If The Spirit Moves Me

If the spirit moves me I will speak
 I will share words
 that no-one wants to hear
 I will speak them
 I will speak them loud and clear
 If the spirit moves me

If the spirit moves me I will see
 I will see Beauty
 that no-one else can see
 I will see it far and near
 around me and in all things
 If the spirit moves me

If the spirit moves me I will hear
 I will hear things
 no-one else can hear
 I will hear the universe
 speaking to me and I will hear
 If the spirit moves me

If the spirit moves me
 I will feel
 I will feel the pain of others
 I will feel their happiness too
 I will be able to empathize
 If the spirit moves me

If the spirit moves me
 I will taste joy and laughter
 I will live my life in peace
 I will find love
 I will live on in the ever-after
 If the spirit moves me

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (October 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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A Stereotype of Me

You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're not satisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

And I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
Past the picture you created 
And all the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

And I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine

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Like a little child 
who's dirty and unclean
I've played in the mud 
chasing selfish dreams
Guess I never grew up
A game, was kick the can
But the years have blown by
Now it's time to face the Man
And I'm not ready..
God, I'm not ready!

Then He says to me
Red rover, red rover
Son, it's not to late
You still can come over
Repent and come home
Olly, olly in come free
Jesus gave his life
So that you can be with me

Bowed my head
Still dripping with mud
Took me, just as I am
Born again, covered in crud
Tug of war
Pulled me across His line
Jesus saves
And now He is mine
Oh, I am ready
God, I am ready!

*Jesus saves "Just As I Am" cleansing our soul, making us whole, 
giving us a heart to want to clean inside and out!

Date: 10-10-14

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Just when twilight and dawn finally meet in the quiet passage of breaths released... there in that moment, I witness a thousand wishes dancing through the shadows of my mind, each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro marked by restless eclipses black to white. The yearning streaks of a journey creating long and endless days born from arrival and death of flowers as season's rhythms cross the border etched on zodiac runes : a pathway dictated by calibrated blows of a horn trilling spaces in moments caught in the web of hours, to seize glimpses held by ticks of banged pendulums. I find myself wrapped so tightly in woven memories and places that I can hardly breathe or pause when a traffic of past, present chapters slices the flow offered by life as chain-link of minutes quickly grinds collecting people and milestones along railways, while I desperately try to escape the rising and falling by moon-sun, endlessly bartering for more grace... dear time, you steal my " now" through your eternal, impertinent glide. Giorgio V's Surprise Me Contest by nette onclaud

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LyricMan can write a sonnet
Yeah, light it up with love
A work that makes you high
Take you to Heaven above

Make love, let's not do war
Why fight when we can kiss
Anger makes people blind
Precious life gets missed

Sweet rhymes with reason
Send a chill down your back 
Soft moments of passion
The soul's emotions unpack

Distant stars wink and flirt
The night sky takes it in
Love's such a fiery flight 
What a ride.. Again, again!

Sing you a lyric or a ballad
Can make a smooth melody
Let Cupid shoot his arrow
Into the heart of one for me

Love's lines are so uptempo 
Let your body feel the beat
I'll play your strings beautifully 
Your heart gonna feel the heat

Girl, you can be my stanza
I'll be your repeating refrain
Umm, all this back and forth
Wow! You're driving me insane

Hear the whisper in my words
Gentle touch upon your ear
Here's my heart.. I kept it real
Poem's done but my pen's near

Contest: SKAT's "Keep It Real"
Date: 9-11-14

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If And When

If you can't stand the words I write,don't read them If you can't stand the sight of me,don't look at me If you can't stand the sound of my voice,don't listen to me If you can't stand to be around me,then leave BUT When you wish you would have read what I wrote,it won't be there When you wish someone would notice you,I won't be there When you wish someone would listen to you,I won't be there When you wish you had someone to talk to,I won't be there *Choose your actions wisely*
Dan Kearley:2-6-12

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To Endear Me To You

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I endlessly draw your gaze?
How might I incline your heart to be mine,
To reside beside mine, always?

You might have guessed that you are my Muse—
The source of all my inspirations.
I’m doing my best to respond to your clues
To permanently win your affections.

Each song that I sing, each verse that I rhyme,
Are meant to attract your attentions.
Each bouquet that I bring, endless time after time, 
Are just my endearing enduring expressions.      

My soul’s compass always points towards you,
Pulled by more than just mere attraction.
My life is in focus, and my sky’s brightest blue
When I am searching in your direction.

What more can I do to endear me to you?
How can I cement your gaze?
What must I refine to call your heart mine,
That our paths may entwine, always.

Inspired by the song CHERISH by the group The  Association.

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pseudo artistry

Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.

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Edge of Love

Bring on what awakens
It falls under what I’ll lose
And so it goes on sleeping
Under a queen I will refuse

Face what she calls perfect
It got there through her pain
And so it circles back to nothing
Where every face becomes the same

Calmness and reflection
It gets me high on life
But then I find where this is leading
When I become her darling knight

I’ll screw her just to prove it
I’ll throw away my mind
And when I find she’s non-existent
I’ll spread her poison through a rhyme

So lovely in completion
So pointless to deny
If self-hate did not believe me
I’d give it all another try

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Too Soon, My Love - Too Soon

So, here we are again, my dear
Our wondering hearts are trembling with fear
Of the step we took in the pale moonlight
Now, beholding each other in the bright sunlight.

Remember our plan? We'll take it slow
We'll allow our hearts and love to grow
Without the pressure of passion released
Too soon - but now, where do we go?

Is it time for us now to say good bye -
Do we gather ourselves and give it a try;
Are we done, my love, and now we start
On a future that tears our love apart?

Oh, help me now to understand 
How we lost control of our senses and
That now, our passion being fulfilled
We ponder if our love is stilled.

Yes, here we are again, sweet dear,
Two wondering hearts now filled with fear
For the step we took while under the moon
Was it too soon, my love - too soon?

Composed 12/29/2010
Entry in the Hotsy Totsy Contest
Sponsored by: Rachel Firmin

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I Am What I Am

My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.

My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily 
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.

My finger-tips childishly sip 
the sweat of quill, like red wine of Mother Earth 
that runs down the skin of my heart.

Down in the chores of primal things 
I have been to the bowl aquarium, mostly at nights 
where I breathed and twitched with the fish, trying 
to catch the warm winks of stars. Ahh, 

I know all about human arts, although I 
dabble in the language of my adopted father; still
I know how to sketch 
in my own words a lovely butterfly, fluttering 
awhile in the night to say hello

and to kiss me, 
ere on a fluffy pillow 
of dreams 
I close my eyes. My name is nothing special, 
but honestly I am what I am… a poetry dancer, dancing 
with emotions for my fictitious lover.

Author’s note:  I wrote it in response to “The Invitation to Write”, by Gather 
Essentials: Writing Challenge, based on Carl Sandburg’s poem “Who Am I?”

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The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 

The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.

© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...

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I could look into your eyes tonight
God knows I've missed you everyday
I could be a friend and a guiding light
When you see me will you walk away
Will you let me take you in my arms
Kind of hoping, praying that you might
And if you do I'll never let you go..

Girl, I could fall in love again 
I could fall in love again with you 

I could answer every hard question
Fix love's strings, feel the drumbeat
I want this dance, whisper suggestions
We can muse again just hit repeat
Do you see the rain is starting to fall
Here comes the fire, now feel the heat
Oh, there's something you should know..

Girl, I could fall in love again 
I could fall in love again with you 

Let's begin again it doesn't have to end
I see a rainbow there, yeah you know I care, and..
I could fall in love 
I could fall in love 
I could fall in love again 

I could fall in love 
I could fall in love 
I could fall in love again
Girl, I could fall in love again

Contest: Vicky's "I'll Be Back"
Date: 6-23-14

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The Season Inside

Its beauty yet again plunders me, 
Into magnificent realms that hide
Deep within my every thought
Where I ,like a new tenant, 
Seek comfort to reside
In the warm abodes of Winter.

It has come yet again
With its white painted sky
Like a dripping white towel
Whose waters slowly subside
Like a pain that has been eluded,
Avoided, denied

Its gusts that blow across 
The many prolonging miles 
Bringing all windows to shudder
Like lost whispers and voices
Found and compiled
Into a vague resonance.

Its unmelted snow
That at every corner lies
Lingering for the tepid
Sun of Spring to rise 
To melt away
Like an unwanted memory.

And all that it holds
Is but a fraction that glides
A sheer reflection of the world 
The snow, wind and rain of
The season inside

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Thin stilts between earth and heaven bend into a arch of tossed dusk reflecting amiable strains fleeting weeds embrace... fingers of parting sky paint jeweled combs twirled in a bun settling on the nape of windblown curtains; a night arriving bears cupped hands ready to tuck a blanket of rhinestones, much like stars moving from one house to another... and life flashes by as endless travelers floating in azure tour the hours in an imperial journey, rising and falling with the kneads of rocks and moss: throughout the aroma of glazed seasons, flowers close and open the hesitant hearts of men and gargoyles; that always, fire of rainstorm changes to sunlight, black ravens to crickets, spite to nobility—desiring only the music of love’s flight for being, if only to understand the wonder of this world. Earth, Fire, Water, Wind Contest

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Blood upon Pages

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

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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

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What am I running from

I'm running away but I don't know where 
Can't find my way but I really don't care.
And I don't know which way I might go
I guess it all depends on which way the wind blows.
But I'm running
And I don't even know what I'm running from. 
I'm just running
I'm just running
Running blind with no where to hide
Running head on towards what I can't describe
I'm just a running
Just running
Running hard away from what I am
From what I've been just as fast as I can.
But there's no where I can run that You won't see
And no where I can go that I can't be
Maybe one of the ones I'm running from . . . is me.
But I'm running
I'm running.
Maybe I'm more afraid of stopping, and having to deal with me,
Than running blind into, the devil I've yet to see.
I keep running
I keep running
What makes me run well I don't know
I can't be afraid because it scares me so.
I'm running
I ain't running free
I'm running
Trying my best to get away from me.
Am I running from who I am
Or am I running from who I'll be?
I don't expect that you can answer that question for me.
And in the meantime,
I'm running
I'm running

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My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee

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I have traveled 
my whole life 
to be this far from you
have passed by 
like the miles 
that lie between us
The wind 
has carried you 
my nameless name

 © Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (November 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Road To Freedom

Which road would lead me to heaven?
I've been looking for that road.
Which road would lead me to freedom?
I’ve been a slave since my birth.

Which road would lead me to sanity?
I’m going crazy with all the rules.
Oft voiceless 'neath society's shadow,
it’s time to get out of this life.

My mind's aching, my heart's slowly breaking,
they don’t realize what they are doing.
I can’t bear it all it’s time to get home,
they’re making me a fool I can’t go on.

Which road leads me to that long-lost place?
where everything is love, no trace of hate.
I’ll find it someday, tomorrow maybe,
although they’re blocking my way.

Which road would lead me to laughter?
I’ve been crying all my life.
Take my hand and come with me,
just say the word and we’ll be free.

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Journal IX

Nostalgia figures no
time span
An event of many,
many years seems no
      than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
wishfulness too

Events      colors
take on a magical
The mind-body
frolics with actions
of a child,
Hop scotching,
kicking the can
Long lost sounds
ghostly renew

All pain is
In favor of some
drowsy awareness
One is surprised
that memory has, for
      moment, erased
that pain
Periods of nostalgia

The slipping away is
frightening –
What is death but
A complete slipping
away –
In these last few I
shall covet reality


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Brown Sands

Brown Sands
Sift through our hands
As we walk
This ever shifting beach
Sun risin'
On the red horizon 
Nearly within our striding reach

Footprints measure
A mortal treasure
That is ours for a brief time
Between our toes
A mystery unfolds
Of rich Brown Sands so fine

Brown Sands
Will we understand
All that brought us to this place?
It seems
This oasis of dreams
Is either mirage or saving grace

On the dunes
Are written hidden runes
Of what is ours for a brief time
Within our souls
A mystery unfolds 
Of rich Brown Sands so fine 

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Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i

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Through Mundane Clouds

To make a word mean something new,
With some uniqueness  -
O what genius!
These words are washed of all their color
Black and white, lo, gray
With boredom.
So what’s left to write about,
When words mean nothing more today
Than they did  one thousand  yesterdays,
Where lyrics sung like gentle sparrows
Lifted on a feathered wing
To heights I dare not envy -
                   O such jealousy I carry!
What utterance can be invented 
That will strike a brand new language in me?
Woe, to have just one new word
To write across the clearest sky… 
Mark, until it breaks through  mundane clouds,
I call upon a devil’s darn to sew my lips -
Until righteous words rain down from heaven
Where I shall  taste sweet nectar of fresh letters
Falling into gorgeous arrangements
On crisp white sheets.

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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.

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The Shadow

A shadow haunts me everywhere
Of vacillating shape and size;
By day I drag about the form
That nightly, suffocating, lies 
Upon me in my bed.

A shadow haunts me everywhere;
My heart has never yet been free.
It breathes the very air I breathe
And from my hands steals savagely
What would be wine and bread.

A shadow haunts me everywhere
And loosed...Oh! How I long to be
A spirit child of lightning grace
Forever set at liberty:
The selfish shadow dead.

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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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Sitting in this empty room
Looking at broken pictures of me and you
A broken life together
I always thought we’d make it forever

What has become of me?
I never ever thought I would be
One of those who were beaten down
One of those who didn’t make a sound

Silent when you pushed me around
Silent when you covered my mouth
Silent when you raised your hand
Silent when you gave your commands

But something deep within my soul
Tells me to rise up and take control
Take a hold of my lost self again
Knowing if I don’t this might be the very end

You will not break me down this way
You will not darken my coming days
I am stronger now you see
And I will never let you kill the beautiful soul inside me

I am someone who has a voice
I am a woman who can make my own choice
I don’t need permission to be free
Or to discover the real woman inside me

Discovering the strength and power within
To let the bright shining sun shine in
To let my heart feel free and bold
To let my soul escape your choking hold

I’ve come to realize just a few things
That my life is worth more than two gold rings
Sometimes it has to be that way
For me to take ME back and then for me to say…

I am a beautiful woman inside
I will never ever run away and hide
I will rise to the very top
I won’t quit and I won’t stop

There is nothing that I can’t do
There is nothing left for me and you
So now I surrender and just let go
I am special this I know…..

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Breezy Jane

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

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

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

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Writing Me Softly With His Rhyme

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Cubicle Wish

I wish the world was made of cubes,
Four flat sides and a top ~
For I cant stand the slippy things,
That tend to slide or flop.
From piles of paper falling down 
Upon my dirty floor ~
To odd shaped bottles and fans I have,
Like one gigantic junk drawer.
But if the world was made of cubes
sitting in neat stacks ~
Then things would not fall over things
And this place wouldn‘t look like crap.

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Certifiable Kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Hope It Never Ends

The winds here.
It's come to whisper secrets
And blow my words all to the grounds. 
There go all my papers, 
They never had a reason or rhyme.

I'm wishing you would call me
And spare me a short story,
I can't seem to find the mind to like any of mine. 
I'll hit you with a sarcastic punch line
And leave you with a black eye of regret.

Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
I hope it never ends. 

I'm here.
I'm burning like a birthday candle;
Blow me out and make a wish. 
Oh so now you're not happy here.
I can't just relight myself, you can try again next year.

She's wishing that I would stop my writing,
But that's not what I like and I strike twice like lightning.
And the lighting doesn't help the situation.
It's cold in here and she's wearing my good sweater.
I start to feel a bit better when I get it back and it smells like her. 

Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said,
My favorite loving friend.

And you know that all my works about you
And all my doubts about you,
You know it never ends, you know it never ends. 
And she hates every one of my songs,
But I can't be in the wrong.
Stop hanging on a chorus.
I didn't know that you were so porous
And that I could sink in so deep.
I really should sing with a disclaimer.
She hates all of my songs but can you blame her,
Can you blame her?

Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said.
Maybe one day
You'll be ready
To start just what you said,
My favorite loving friend.
I hope it never ends,
I hope it never ends.

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Last Sunday

Rainy Sunday morning lying in bed
Stroking your hair, watching you sleep
My heart beating every beat for you
The way it used to

The train rumbles by waking you
Your sleepy eyes look up at me
I wrap my arms around you
The way I used to

Sitting having tea, enjoying the company
Talking about life and the rain
I can’t take my eyes off you
The way I used to

You lean against me, cuddling up tight
I hold you closely against me
Kindly, gently, comforting you
The way I used to

You lead me by the hand to your bedroom
We undress, kissing passionately, desperately
We hold on tightly and make love
The way we used to

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Cel-Shaded Gold

I forgot how to write
My God it's not sounding right
The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page
The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name

Out of the blue you chalked me on cue
To change the hue of my attitude
You say "I'll pull it right out of you
And carry this, your arrogance
An arrow in
My vow to you"

So what do I do when I've lost my voice
And need a ploy just to prove my choice
When it's true that

That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a safe man

I don't sell my soul, although you know I'd
I'd go render my last cel-shaded gold
Through a bold
But hidden code
Where love and hate they'll mold fixated in a humble abode

You see I'm not perfect
And for sure you've heard it
Oh it's true that

That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a sane man

No I can't say I'm a safe man
So I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a sane man
So I can't say I'm a safe man

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Never said yes
And no chance to say no
Both inebriated
So you thought that was the chance for you to go

No violence from what I remember
I woke up in the midst
Too messed up to say a word
Or know the order of events

I dont even know the face
I only thought it was you
And you say it was him, too
My self feels so displaced

Should've paid attention to the signs 
But was too naive
Invite me somewhere unfamiliar
And use the tricks up your sleeve

Just to get off
You shatter the outlook of a young girl
Just to get off 
You put a curtain over my world

Due to your ill wishes and your sickness
I was too dumb to speak
Too embarrassed, too ashamed
I thought it was defeat

After one realization came another
Eventually, nothing is at it seems
While growing up you're given lessons
With age wisdom gets more keen

I can forgive but won't forget
I've also gained through your deception
I've learned not to lose all hope through this
Uninvited infection

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   Sexy is the way 

    her lips move on his ear. 

     Never touching 

      always whispering 

       things I'll never hear.

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Duality spreading through the land
Above my head; beneath my hands
The greatest darkness I’ll become
Or one to show you the brightest sun

Open my eyes unto this world
Forget the silence I had heard
Lingering on into this earth
A sense of evil without worth

Open my eye as I recall
Imagination as I fall
The pain of knowing what I was
A monster blinded by their cause

A pleasurable passion to restart
The thought of choices in my heart
Not what to follow - to agree
Instead remembering humanity

Create a universe from sand
Building foundations without my hands
Turning the darkness into light
With a simple understanding of the night

The paradoxes I can find
Knowing we’re not free will free our minds
In seeing shadows we feel the sun
Closing our eyes reveals freedom

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Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You

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To the Sea

To The Sea 

I look to you 
For answers 
To the questions that swirl like your currents in my mind 
Are you as unfathomable as my heart? 
Do your swells exceed the passions rising within me? 
Does your churning and pounding match the rhythm of my pulse? 
Is your water as cold as the loneliness here? 
Does the salt you contain taste the same as my tears? 
Does your thunderous crashing on rocks at the shore 
Equal the tempest that rages in my soul? 
Do you harbor secrets in your depths as I do? 
Are you roiling below the surface with anticipation? 
Do you long for a visitor to break the horizon... 
As I long for my Love? 
Does the wail that rises from your hollow reefs 
Blend with the plaintive cry from my lips? 
Can the overture played on your delicate shells 
Drown out the sound of my siren song? 
Sea, I have loved you, Sea, I have known you... 
We feel the same, we sound the same 
We give the same, we take the same 
We are one 
And the same 
You and I, 
Your mournful soulmate 

© Copyright Donna Golden July 10, 1999

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Mockingbird Still Sings

Children sexually abused
Hiding secrets none accused 
Mockingbird still sings

False Charities stealing money
Laughing while nothing’s funny
Mockingbird still sings

Corporations shredding evidence
Seas of hypocrisy and decadence
Mockingbird still sings

Cheating partners losing trust
Teens pregnant from a night of lust
Mockingbird still sings

Rape victims ashamed to speak
Lives destroyed remaining meek 
Mockingbird still sings

Middle East raging in war
All for pride nothing more
Mockingbird still sings

Delicate babies addicts born
Crack whore moms selling porn
Mockingbird still sings

Gang bangers need attention
Killing for an honorable mention 
Mockingbird still sings

Fools and vengeance shall expire
For winds of change to transpire
While mockingbird still sings

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The Downward Spiral (with a nod to NIN)

She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in

For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing

Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin

Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster

The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide

Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.

As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.

Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent

Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl

Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck

She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage

The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in

With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral

And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night

And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.

©Danielle White

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In My Box

This is my temple 
Like a box
Rectangular contained and lidded
Blood and bones and veins consistent
Asking questions
To my flesh...
Molded giftwrapped thus from ashes
In this space live organs dwelling
Shall I hearken
Soul and sirens
...ever melodies of feelings
Hearken to the simple spirit
Like a chamber or a prison is my flesh, this outside box with-in it's space live 
organs dwelling
Like a box I have been moved, abused and used, less often gifted
How shall I express when opened?
Null and void
An empty space, sometimes I feel depressed unopened
As a box this is my flesh and giftwrap me with bows and ribbons
To become a splendid rhythm
On your doorstep
Pick me up
Rectangular a joy I'm giving
Open and release my prison
Like a box
Here I am
Molded giftwrapped thus from ashes
Rectangular contained and lidded

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there is an intense 
ageless quality to an 
autumnal day in October 
that embraces the past, and all 
its wistful tenderness 
the present and its disturbing sameness 
and the future, with its unknown quantity 
of joy and sadness 

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Creating Artistic Words (Chain Poem)

We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words
Words that uplift souls
Souls pouring out—reaching out
Out to the world for redemption
Redemption of the inner spirit
Spirit of natural sanctification
Sanctification stimulating the mind
Mind of elevating jubilation
Jubilation of living creation
Creation pointing the way
Way to the creator
We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words

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myself i say

myself i say
my selfish ways
her hand in need
of golden seal
of soft a touch
thus comfort feel
inside i spy 
my selfish ways
rolling the bounce
of ignorance
i stand alone
frost of a touch
myself i say 
her hand in need
of golden seal
her wish denied
of soft a touch
inside i spy 
with salt and thyme
my selfish ways

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The Item

(Inspired by the genius of Ms. Norey Bailey. Please check her out )

Soulful sista
Strolling in her full spirited stride
Just couldn't hide
From my heart's searching eye's
that I swore I
wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more
Until that particular half second
I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! 
take her down to see the Reverend

I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted
Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation
      Down         My image                                                                      Un-til- it was raw

So that.....
It could be steamed and not fried
Not viciously devoured
  Hope that I'm a genourous helping
That'll nurture your body and soul
and in no way be unhealthy
One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty
Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me

Easy to open
Hard to tear apart
I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card
I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy
And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale

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Master of Strings

This puppet self-conflicted
Surreal to the end
I’m painting my own master
From the pain that I depend

This master so forgiving
Never one to speak
I am frightened of his laughter
And I depend because I’m weak

These strings eternal rapture
My strings are every pain
Unseen but granting vision
Yet never letting me relate

This puppet unbecoming
Whenever I have come undone
Unseen yet still regretting
That I have never had such fun

Master please implore me
Teach me how to stand
So I can divide this mirror
Between myself and why I’m damned

And all that’s left is silence
Between this mirror land
Where puppets are their masters
To deny the strings within their hands

Suddenly strings reach out
Right across this pain
Entangled within others
As the master starts his game

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Apocalyptic Purity

Incite the words that take me through
Unload your fears and call them truth
Stand up and consecrate your hate
Follow along, or die alone in debate

Just look at everything there is
Either products of pain or products of bliss
Just look at everyone that knows
Either running towards or waiting to go

Apocalyptic sense of right
A fluorescent path that just waits for night
Apocalyptic sense of wrong
A darkness that is, spreading on and on

My own reflections are my truth
These words are just me, I have the proof
So incite my mirror to believe
That we are all alone once we learn to breathe

A conscious silence in our deaths
Accept it or run towards more regret
Apocalyptic purity
It doesn’t matter what comes, as long as I see

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I Found Out Today

I found out today you had never been true
You were with someone else when I was seeing you.
You took my love, my heart, my trust
And all it meant to you was lust.

I found out today that you gave her a ring
While talking with me about the same thing
And pledged your vows and made her your wife
And swore to stay with her the rest of your life.

Was it just a race?  Was it just a game?
Did either of us matter or were we just the same?
Did you really care which one of us said yes first?
Here I thought when you left me you had done your worst.

I found out today the ink was not yet dry
On the decree from your previous lie.
I was just one of many, a face in your crowd
Being duped by you does not make me proud.

I found out today I will get over you
I will hold my head high, I will get through
You have made me a skeptic, you have opened my eyes
I will not so easily fall for men's lies.

One day if I chance to see you on the street
If our paths should cross, if our eyes should meet
I'll forget the deceptions, the lies you would say
I'll remember the truth that I found out today.

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Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun

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Blind Sight

Back in the day when a horse was a need
And a sword was a weapon to fear
Poets were druids and music was magic
And an eye interfered with an ear
So musical poets were blinded by swords
White hot and held very close
So all they had left was a hearing of tone
And  an opening way of reprisal
They felt their duty to blind with their beauty
So that listeners felt so alone
They  would need to be led
And of course would be bled
By the king they had put on the throne
The songs taught them so well
That the king went to hell
And the blinded then held a revival
Nowadays poets can see and be free
Stand on their own and be whole
It’s the way we come into the world
Using all senses the mind comprehenses
To heal all the scars of  the soul
Pain’s for the body to deal with
Soul’s a creation to hold
As the only thing one can own
Leaving  this wonder unfurled
Is the way we go out of this world

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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

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bonds of the flesh

where's the love , a time that was
long time away , a time that must
gotta go back to where it began
only to feel it all over again
glimpes , moments , flash of lightning
without true love , a little frightning
highways , expressways
looking for a new day
back into the fold , the only way
bit's and pieces , seams and creases
seem to fall away , only teasin'
satisfaction , rental , temporary pleasin'
short lived our life , only leasin'
the ground we walk , holy and sacred
just some of the things we seem to forget
our loves been bound within' the net
like fish we are , looking for release
if trapped too long , afficted disease
time to reflect , time to reject
excess luggage for upcoming project
self realization , time to believe
only the truth can set you free
time without rust , time to trust
where's the love , a time that was...

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Alone In The Night

I put down my book,
And I picked up the picture,
Of you, that I printed and framed-
Lost in your smile-
I gazed for awhile-
Then said, "You are going insane."

I know I can't have you-
You may not want me...
But we'll never know will we, dear.
Nor stroll hand in hand-
Through the Florida sand-
Alas, all my future is here.

Besides that, I'm older-
With too many miles...
That I've seen as I went down the road;
A rodeo drifter, 
A dreamer, a fool,
More oft than I've won, I got throwed.

I'll miss you, my darling...
Do you think of me?
We touched, and of that I am sure...
Perhaps it is better-
That our love stay unmarred,
Platonic,and perfect, and pure.

Reality's shattered...
More daydreams that one.
I'm glad ours will always exist.
A gossamer world-
Unsullied by fact...
We'll walk through the glow and the mist.

Farewell, little darling-
Your smile is so sweet...
Your eyes are two windows alight.
I bask in their glow,
When the lonely winds blow-
And I sit here alone in the night.

Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

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

Details | Lyric | |

More Than Words...

Once again as my pen fails the page
In a humble but sincere effort
To honor my loving sage

As I ponder and attempt to deduce
In a low, soft chuckle, “more than words”
My rhetorical excuse

By function; words exact, color and define
And with Webster’s sword levied I chase
Definition of you into the sublime

Concept, newly born of insight and ash
Presents no attempt at justice
So its fate is sealed to trash

And alas, as a thousand times tense
I seek to corral feelings
By pen within paper fence

For moment’s sake, suppose these words I cannot cage
I humbly offer in place of love song
The feelings that surround this page

Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

Details | Lyric | |

Overcoming Struggle

Overlook a lifetime past
Remember how it did not last
Life changes quickly before your eyes.
This so called reality surrounded by lies.
A sad thought it may seem
I do not want to open  my eyes to another dream.
Real reality set in.
Lets look forward and begin
I am in this game of life to win.
I will not give up and lose.
I will stand tall
even though I am battered and bruised.

Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #246 / Go wild

“Go wild with me”

Details | Lyric | |

On A Runaway Train

Written January 8, 2013

The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring

Details | Lyric | |

Who am I

A tribute to Ramana Maharshi, a man who has inspired me for forty years. a greaty Indian saint he was.....Peter

Who Am I?

Sometimes I ask the question “who Am I?”
Am I just this tiny speck put here by trust?
Just a puppet in the hands of destiny
To be blown within the wind just merely dust.

Then sometimes I’m aware of who I am
As I stand beside a lake or waterfall
As the music of the morning melts into me
And deep within that ancient whisper calls.

Well I ask myself this question
“Will I ever find the way?”
Ramana told me what to do
Said “Do it now, today!”

Oh such a little question one may ask
Does the answer come and blow the mind away?
Will the truth arise to set the bird to freedom?
If one asks this thing each minute of the day.

Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.

Details | Lyric | |


Let the Deicide commence.

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

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

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

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

Details | Couplet | |

A Different Verse

A different time, a different place
A different life and different face

Different wants and different needs
Different values and different creeds

Different Pomp and Circumstance
Different songs and different dance

Different likes and different hate
Different foods on different plate

A different boat on a different sea
A different you and a different me

Details | Lyric | |


It is the eighth hour of fog, yet she still paces around the churchyard without a hat on her ruffled tresses; a winter cloak yellow as her daffodils quivers beneath a glittered cloudscape that somehow, her eyes know this not because she relishes the flutter of icy leaves, not because an owl roosts on its covered nest: rather, her thoughts gather among weeds as if to honor a crypt nestled by life’s bed of dust. The thud of a pavement affirms a deep slumber of her beloved now laying on potter’s field, sealed by the final guarantee of demise.. and the mist spills into another hour unrelenting in bowed silence: oh how cold the drift of migrant winds unto the strip of lawn, their newly planted garden now slowly blooming with jasmines and herbs that rise above a pile of flakes. Will he ever know how she tended each bud unfurling fingers to touch the lattice of night stars? Her pale body leans upon a mound as she lifts her cheeks to seek his face on a hazy twirl of lamplight; while December’s fog scrapes her breath melting the dew… as if he loves her essence more in ruins. Debbie Guzzi's A Christmas Tale Contest by nette onclaud inspiration from The Christmas Carol...Dickens

Details | Lyric | |

Paper Dream

My dream, I live it
in a paper 
coated with crème caramel.

I frolic in words
of my shadow
with the seas, the skies and the lands
and tread the dunes
of time, touching all the things around me;
then settle down over a midnight coffee 
in the silence of night.

Oh, I do attend the Sunday mass
but don’t know why I always find myself 
skipping the communion--
perhaps, to end the raging war
‘tween the “I” and “Me” in my thoughts
for them not to walk alone.

Details | Lyric | |

BIO - LyricMan

I am more than description
of a smile and blue eyes
defined by the surface
where mask can hide lies

I am a hopeless romantic
a picnic's the perfect date
then dancing under the stars
moonlit walks till late

I am mesmerized by beauty
when it reaches to the core
from inside out.. magnificent 
makes me long for more

I am passionate lover
much more than a poet
I've had to truly taste it 
before I ever wrote it

I am into moments 
so much more than minutes
long to capture one's heart
more than winning pennants

I'm a zealous God chaser
to Christ I firmly cling
I write for His Glory
songs His children sing

I am finding heaven's angels 
in the least of these
caring for fatherless children
becomes a dream to seize 

I am learning to listen 
nature's whisper speaks
some things labeled progress 
in reality.. they reek 

I am convinced that brilliance 
is found in less words
and that most of the experts 
are truly absurd  

I am a creative mind
imagination still runs wild
the world rushes to rote
and loses its inner child

I am still in total awe
of every gentle snowflake
waves dancing on the ocean
Reflections on crystal lakes

I am drawn to the arts 
where emotion rules
where risk are taken 
and wise are labeled fools

I am not competing
to ever pen a better play
but to treasure the unique
long to go a different way

I don't live in a box
or paint inside the line
If I'm misunderstood
to me that is fine

I am drawn to clever wit
and learn best from enemies
in my dream there's an island
filled with birds and bees

I am finding myself
where no mirror can go
through the spirit I see
It's from within I grow!

Contest: Regina's "Bio"
Date: 10-16-14
Poet: LyricMan

Details | Lyric | |


I don't have the words
To say how I feel
And language won't do
To describe what is real
God give me a voice 
So that I can explain
I need a song, with 
A compelling refrain

Waiting.. For words that soar
Longing.. For so much more
Praying.. That God might see
Needing.. You to be with me

I need you
I need you
I need you
Need you!


Details | Lyric | |

park bench

And it feels like the world's dying
But only for me on the inside
And this is like a butterfly in a storm
Such beauty swept and blown away
The smiles of the people pertrude in the dark
The faces aren't seen and the grins aren't real
Lightheaded but my body keeps sinking lower
lungs dried up from all the coughing
people walk past and see cigars in my hand
drunken eyes are shown the way by simple lies
No matter what skin is shed or what hair is cut away
I still smell you taste you breath you but can't see you
Sit on a bench I let the cold sink in my bones
Numbness has already filled me I wonder if it shows?
Two more drags then the embers are stomped away
I try to include my worries and pains in the minute blaze
Another day a painting I've brushed on my face for them to see
Another day I think it's easier for it to just fade away

Details | Ballad | |

Rose Hips Lady

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

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

Oh, yes, I will
I will

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

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

Oh, yes, I will
I will

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

Left you with a lover
Makes a shrine 
Of your skin

Left you with a lover
Takes you down
Roads of sin

Left you all alone 

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

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

Rose hips lady

Details | Lyric | |


I'm not ashamed 
To let it show
You light me up 
I feel your glow
My heart is racing
Love the beat inside
Not apologizing
I'm not gonna hide

The feeling's spreading
Like a sweet disease
Your beauty's outrageous 
Knock me to my knees
Don't need a doctor
There's no cure
Girl, you're my fever
That's for sure

Temperature rising
Climbing degrees
Girl, you're my fever
Knock me to my knees
Temperature rising
Oh, taste the heat
Sweet Caliente
Burning, spicy treat


Details | Lyric | |

The Landscape of a Soul

The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty 
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
This is the trek of a lifetime.
A journey laced with 
A sense of impending doom, 
With nothing but the path ahead
To supply a glimmer of hope.
But we,
The dreamers,
Delve into these trenches of mystery
And despair,
Knowing that we
May discover riches beyond compare,
But just as well meet our end
Along the way.
For we know how remarkable it is,
That one can miss so much
With our feet set forward
Our eyes to the ground
And our mind lost in the clouds.
When all along,
The answer we sought
Was nestled among the insecurities
And imperfections
Of the landscape of our soul.

Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Maid of brines

Maid of brines
The flag was waving on the stern;
she stared saluting and the mist
my face on forecastle, coldly kissed,
- she tried my figure to discern.

The Adriatic was that night
half covered by a cotton cloud,
- endowed the night's adorning shroud
and took our ship afar, forthright.

A ghostly ship, a ghostly log
- the maid of brines had left betimes
addressed us with the sounds of chimes
that rang accordant from the fog.

Harmonious her song had welled
from depths, unearthly was the verse
that lingered in our minds' rehearse,
bespoken words, beloved and held.

Her image standing on the bow,
in dark my solitude enacts,
while shooting stars on earthward tracks
induct to quell by ocean's draw.

Our recklessness, the route defines
and nautilus' endangered role,
I know it's wrongful to recall
our bicycling and coastline pines.

The ghostly ship transports us there
attending to the deepness' shrine,
how beautiful the dewdrops shine
and grandness of her seaward fair!

© 04-21-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)

Details | Lyric | |

From the Inkpot

Oh yes! Poetry is still alive and well,
And in these modern times a poet may tell
By picking up any near-by pen
To express the beauty felt with-in.
Of these often troubled times, 
A quiet place to compose rhymes 
Blocks out the chaos of the day,
And lets the beauty steal away.
Tranquil waves upon the shore makes silence fall
On dirty city streets where roaches crawl.
The lovely mountain mist roams unaware
Of the voggy, sultry, humid air.
The graceful movements as cotton clouds drift by
Alas, defers to ‘Time’ on a pedestal set high.
Yet moments stolen from a hectic day
Keeps poet’s hearts safe from the fray.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Ballad | |

Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)

Details | Ode | |

Nyx - Ode


The shadows know the scent of cloves,
as Nyx devolves from sleep's crossroad,
the night-owls croak to domes above,
her ode the stars turns to abode.

Her firmness strings the scene's stillness,
her laughter waves in hung ether,
small hours' submit her thoughts' steepness,
advancing 'mid green heather.

The night birds watch - with eyes of amber
night wraiths descend from stardome flare,
upon a sky-drome meander
that ghostly travelers time-share.


Brilliant's the moon in ventured glory,
above shapes lays and daunting wraiths,
her eminence surpassed souls' faith,
to hark the travelers' lone story.

And kind advanced to lands of blooms,
as night conveyed upon each breath,
she confers grand the kiss of death,
with fates to weave on lethal looms.


On darkened growth she shines dismal,
In Stygian reign she rules - abysmal,
enchanted souls shall dwell in void,
with Acheron's old paths destroyed.
© G.V. 10-03-2012, All Rights Reserved
Nyx = Night

Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

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

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

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

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

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

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Wedding

Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

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Details | Lyric | |

My Window

I look at the sky
from my window;

I observe people
from my window;

I feel raindrops
from my window; 

I sense loneliness
from my window;

I think deeply gazing
from my window;

I cherish love
from my window;

I ponder eternity
from my window;

I sense the struggle of God and Lucifer
from my window;

I cry
from my window;

I yell
from my window;

I evoke emotion and rage 
from my window;

I am joyful and sad
from my window;

And — I see my soul
from my window.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 26, 2014

Details | Narrative | |

The Final Confessions I

These are my confessions
Secrets of my mind
Everything that mattered
Truth I can not hide

Nothing but a shadow
Distant memory
What I was, What I am
What I’m supposed to be

Forgive me, God, forgive me
For being so unkind
Cynical and blind

To those who thought they knew me
And those who never did
To those who hear my songs 
In the places where they live

I offer my confessions
Honest to the core
Offer my confessions
There won’t be anymore

No more…

Details | Ballad | |

Voice in the Night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head

Details | Lyric | |


You stole my heart
wouldn't let it go
Two perfect smiles
we were quite a show
Hand in hand
danced in the rain
Romantic lyrics
Love was our name

But seasons change
it colder now
And we lost our way
don't know how
Those same love songs
now make me cry
You walked away
don't know why

I reach for my guitar
echoes from the past
Tremble as I sing
love songs meant to last
Memories come racing in
how it used to be
Magnificent obsession
of only you and me

This broken heart
only you can mend
Where's my soulmate
and my best friend
The living is lost
I just kind of exist
Hung out to dry
in the wind I twist

I reach for my guitar
echoes from the past
Tremble as I sing
love songs meant to last
Memories come racing in
how it used to be
Magnificent obsession
of only you and me


Details | Lyric | |


Flying home to you
Girl, I miss your touch
It's been way too long
Need you so much
My arms don't know 
What they're supposed to do
Just hanging around
Waiting to hold you
My lips only making words
Soon they'll be tasting sweet
When we're together
They'll be feeling heat
In your lover's mind
Oh yeah, burning in his heart
He's already there
Soulmate's never really part
Flying home to you
Living on cloud nine
Oh, your breath gives me wings
Just knowing your mine
Flying home to you 
I'm coming,
I'm coming,
Coming home to you!

*Written to my amazing wife!

Date: 9-30-14

Details | Lyric | |

Winter Rose

        Beneath my mantle of pure white snow
	        I lay, a perfect rose
      My cloak of snow protects my beauty, 
        	My life and my essence 
	      As winter rages above me, 
    I am safe and warm, from my cloak of snow
	         I am preserved
         I will emerge into the sunlight
           Through the melting snow
    I will emerge into the warm moist dew
      The warm sunlight dries my petals
              My petals are perfect
	        My color is brilliant
          My stem is taught and straight
          My essence long and lingering
              I am a beauty of nature
    I am a symbol of love, beauty and caring
	       I am the Winter Rose

Details | Lyric | |


I don't need a million dollars
Yeah, I can pass on the cool car
Don't have to have the fashion
Just need to be where you are
In reality you don't know me
But in fantasy we're never apart
So I long for that dream state
Where I've captured your heart
If these feelings aren't authentic 
Then I'm a huge fan of fake
Cause when I see the Sandman
I start to dream and girl it's great
Oh yeah you're great
You know you're great

Date: 9-30-14

Details | Lyric | |


If life was a game
Loving would not be magical
Neither a breathtaking journey
For love is an honour, a blessing
Bestowed upon the beloved
Inspiring humanity to see the world brightly,
With goodness and sweetness in the midst
So, love is dignified feeling about reality,
Whereas game is about getting fun

If life was a game
Then there would be no faith
Because faith is all about belief,
With something worthy to hold on to,
Whereas game embraces contests;
If life was a game 
May be the truth would be forbidden
For the truth is a commitment,
To the just world, and route to perfection
But game is all about amusement

If life was a game
May be no one would be loyal
For loyalty is an art, of being devoted to the truth
But game is a pursuit for winning;
If life was a game
There would be no need to be good,
Because goodness is a moral obligation-
-Leading to eternity,
Whereas game is competitive obligation

Oh! If life was a game
May be there would not be much worth living for
For every creature would be a contestant
Fighting for the prize
For what more could we do?
Except seeking pleasure-
-Signing our names on admired places
Imagine if pleasure was the sole good,
With every creature yearning in desire
The whole world would sink in a funny mood

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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Details | Light Poetry | |


I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...

Written By: Christina A McCullouch 

Details | Lyric | |

Morning Mist and Summer Rain

Morning Mist and Summer Rain Far away from the noise of the city I walked in the quiet of a country lane nothing to distract me this day but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. I was born to be free from my troubles born to smell the freshness of the day nothing to accompany me on my trip but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. There are times when I must be free, away from the cares and worries of this life, when I can walk alone in this world with nothing but the morning mist, turning into a summer rain. Sometimes in all my wanderings I talk with my God up above, it's amazing what I will hear, when walking in a morning mist, turning into a summer rain. A symphony of sounds are present from the creatures who live nearby, from the call of a coyote drifting on the wind to the birds in their nests where they lie, all add to the beauty of this day, when filled with nothing but a morning mist....turning into a summer rain. My love for life is all around given by a God who cares from up above, it is seen most clearly on a country lane when walking in a morning mist, turning into a summer rain.

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The Color of Thirst

Each time I look
For the Holy Grail
I see myself lost
In the circle of stones, encircling my shadow
And their glow mesmerizing its aura
And what is it, or what it isn’t
That lingers outside the circle
Captivated my heart that made me perceived—
I wanted to untangle my shadow
From the orb web it slept with years
To seek that awareness
Of dot growing into contentment
To leave that rhythm of life it lived with obedience
Oh, I am not quite sure
If I knew then about what is the color of
Thirst really mean to each cup I used
Ah, what would become of those stones
Without me inside the circle, or when time
Had stopped my desire?
The only thing I knew of myself was
This pen, cuddling
My thoughts

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This pen knows my heart
So when words fail me still
The pen can express
The pain or the thrill
The important thing is
To know the truth inside
So for you my love
The pen never hides..

Date: 9-16-14

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It's hard to say goodbye
It's really tough to let go
You don't think I can
There's something you should know
I already have

You think that I can't stand
Without you by my side
If your pride didn't blind
You'd see I didn't hide

Your beauty's growing thin
Tired of your same show
Think I'd never walk away
There's something you should know
I already have

I'm ready to start again
Going to give life a fresh go
To mend a broken heart
There's something you should know
I already have

I already have
I already have

*Inspired by Leona Lewis' "Better In Time"

Contest: Kelly's "I Love Rock N' Roll"
Date: 9-10-14

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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Details | Lyric | |

Stepping Stone Soldiers

Our frozen bones,
have drifted far from home,
most of our days,
were paved with stepping stones,
set in our ways,
we left it all long ago,
buried alive,
under those stepping stones.

We can’t go back,
no matter how much pain,
there’s no escape,
just days and nights of rain,
long distance calls,
unanswered telephones,
the hidden cost of
lives built with stepping stones.

You can't take it back, but don’t be afraid,
we’ll build something good with your broken remains.
Stepping stone soldiers, lay down your bones,
we’ll scatter what’s left in those fields that you made.
Stepping stone soldiers, cold and alone,
soon you'll be buried in a stepping stone grave.

Details | Ballad | |


I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, no...

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

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

For life
Your zero
The day I die

Your zero….your zero


Details | Free verse | |


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

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

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

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Oh, Maarten de Jonge
Alive, you're not gone
Your margin so razor thin

Devine intervention
You must have a mission
More than a cycling win

Flight MH17 shot down
Flight MH370 never found
Yet you flew Malaysia again

Twice blessed now we'll see
What about number three
Tempting fate.. still you grin

*Maarten de Jonge, renowned Malaysian cyclist, was supposed to fly on both Flight MH370, which has yet to be found after disappearing over the Indian Ocean in March, and MH17, which was shot down over Ukraine

Contest: Justin's "Devine Intervention"
Date: 10-1-14
Poet: LyricMan

Details | Lyric | |


I see you standing there
Hiding from the crowd
You say the world's too big
You say the world's too loud
I reach out my hand 
And put yours in mine
To pull you out into 
The whirlwind of life

Life is full of crazy 
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring 
If everyone was sane.
You gotta let the beast 
Out of its cage
You gotta be crazy
You gotta be brave

I know you have your own 
World in your head 
Maybe you might like 
The outside world instead
I'm not trying to say 
That I understand 
I want you to know 
I'm reaching out my hand 

Life is full of crazy 
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring 
If everyone was sane.
You gotta let the beast 
Out of its cage
You gotta be crazy
you gotta be brave 

I know you find life
Hard to be around 
I can't let you hide 
Six feet underground 
 if you want to try 
To try and take a chance
Step outside your walls
Let go and join the dance


Life is full of crazy 
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring 
If everyone was sane.
You gotta let the beast 
Out of its cage
You gotta be crazy
You gotta be brave 

I see you standing there
Hiding from the crowd 
You say the world's too big
You say the world's too loud
Life is full of crazy 
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring 
If everyone was sane.

Details | Quatrain | |

In My Life

There are places I remember Some I used to call my home Family house behind the curtain Tiny hotel room in Rome There are people that I met Walking down the path of life Meeting some I do regret Many still walk alongside There were moments in my life Many I admit were hard Gone with a blink of an eye Some I cherish in my heart All those moments and those places People that I know and knew They’d lose meaning, color, flavor If in my life there was no YOU. (Based on "In My Life" by The Beatles)

Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within

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I don't know if I can get to you
From where I've been
I asked for your forgiveness
Then here I go again
Doing things that don't make sense
Only thinking about myself
Creating more selfish evidence
Stand before you.. I've got no defense

I'm pleading for your mercy
Know I don't deserve your grace
Don't have to tell me how I hurt you
I can see it all over your face 
I'm just praying to want to try
In the moment.. To do what's best
There's no joy when your best friend's a lie

I've fooled you a thousand times
It's just made a fool out of me
Blinded in unrelenting darkness
So proud I though I could see
My whole life's a spinning alibi 
From here I can't even see true
I know your out there somewhere
I haven't a clue how to get to you 

Date: 9-30-14

Details | Free verse | |

Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray

Details | Lyric | |

Dedicated To... (Rap Verse)

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

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

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

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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Details | Lyric | |


I checked out of the hotel
like a hundred times before
Girl, I'm living for the moment
when I'm knocking on your door
I catch a taxi at the curb
throw my bags in the truck
The thought of coming home
is making me love drunk
When I arrive at the airport 
they scan to see what's inside
But the one thing they can't see
is the one thing I can't hide

You're the one thing I can't hide

They can find you on my phone
but if they could check my heart
They wouldn't see this fancy suit
but a man who's coming apart
It's a good thing I'm flying today
cause I'd about lost my rhyme
Prayed a week for these wings
oh I'm coming home just in time
Now here on this airplane 
to my pen and paper I confide
The one thing no one can see
is the one thing I can't hide

You're the one thing I can't hide

Date: 6-22-14

Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013

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

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

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

Details | Lyric | |

My Heart

My heart is like a swollen stream,
A current strong and swift,
Beside which banks the mountain giants
Their rugged forms uplift.
My heart is like a wilderness,
A dark'ning wood, a desert sand,
A tempest on a heaving sea,
A blizzard in a frozen land.
My heart is like the deep of night,
The pearling of a dawn in May,
A quiet pool, the winsome strain
A song bird sings at break of day.
My heart is like volcano fire,
Seething terror at the core,
An open mouth, a vast desire
Forever hungry, craving more.
My heart is like a gentle rain,
The greening of a field in spring,
A sighing breeze through tender leaves,
A butterfly on glinst'ning wing.
My heart is like a somber dirge
In sorrow's lonely, minor key,
A gripping ache, a widening void,
A vacillating mystery.

How shall I ever meet myself,
Elusive stranger, face to face,
When I must search a universe
Where each thought holds a hiding place?

Details | Verse | |

Right Now

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

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

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

Details | Lyric | |

Little do they know

Little do they know
this candle is a torch.
That this torch
a conflagration.

Little do they know
these rocks are a mountain.
That these mountains
are earth.

Little do they know
we still see in the dark.
That the darkness
births sunlight.

Little do they know
these trumpets will call.
That the call
will emancipate.

Raise your head
from its hunched state
knowing that they will one day see
A truest composition of you and me.

Details | Epic | |

On Clouds' Garage

His engine's raw horsepower screams
the peril vests this morn's adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

He rides upon the slopes'  domains
man's sacred deed in cold embrace,
The engine bellows on octanes,
engaging on the crags of Thrace.

The Metzelers on wet rise hold,
titanic torque and skill's finesse,
on borderlines and Thracian wold,
in Dainese, the bold egress.

The metal knee cups spark on ground,
the snow flakes melt on full face Shoei,
steep slopes resend untamed the sound,
and thousand cubic mean strings play!

The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

And there she waits, betrothal rain,
the steel block hollers in thin air,
wet asphalt tracks - divine refrain,
as snow flakes lace the Thracian fare.
The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.
His engine's raw horsepower screams
gray skies become his morn adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

© 11-17-2012, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic tetrameter)

Details | Lyric | |

To young to die

Too young to die

They take a boy, too young to shave
Who has never lived his life
While his mates are chasing girls
They fill his life with strife
They send him off to a brand new war
Over some damned fools Ideal
I don’t understand their wars
And I guess I never will

The folk who like to run the show
Or most of them at least
Have never even been to war
They’ve never felt the beast
As he rips right into one’ intestines
That hollow hole of fear!
Each leader should be sent to war
Then the picture might grow clear

Then when they send young boys to war
They’ll see the whole damned show
The weight of endless terror
 And then maybe they’ll know
What it’s like as a fine young man
To be sent out there to die
He might then know, how a mother feels
When she’s lost her little guy.

1 August 2013 @ 1443hrs.

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Details | Lyric | |

For All Time

   Feel your heart pounding inside your chest,
Enjoy all of your life for it is the best.
   Hold tightly to the one that excites you,
Show the love inside you is what you must do.
   Remember to hug with all of your might ,
As you lay yourselves down at night.
   Spend every moment you have making memories,
Of the love you shared for all to see.
   Build your foundation with trust and faith,
Or you'll be all alone and this will be your fate.
   The hopes and dreams you both have ,
Will be wonderful and you'll never be sad.
   Find the path you walk with your heart,
Things in life will go smoothly from the start.
   Do these things and you just might find,
That your love will last for all of time.

Details | Lyric | |

Bob, the Forgotten Valentine and Greedy Double Dater

My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
 a love story that went quickly awry,
 seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
 when with one, to the other he’d lie.
The homlier girl’s name was Edith
 who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
 but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
 and with sisters, he was sure to find love !
He began slyly asking about sister Kate
 for her beauty was equalled by few,
 she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
 she had enough sex appeal for two !
Bob’s antics had him severely troubled
 because, he covered his tracks day and night,
 his love-making prowess had quickly doubled
 so his lovelife was going just right !
Well, finally Bob’s saga ended in terror
 because the girls both found out what he’d done,
 Bob had mixed their names up, in a passionate error
 and what transpired next, was not very fun !
One of the sisters had taken Bob’s life
 because he’d proven he couldn’t be “true”,
 and the lesson he learned, at the end of that knife
 taught, “you can’t have your Kate…..and Edith, too !

Details | Lyric | |

Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.

Details | Lyric | |


A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs

Details | Lyric | |

When that moment comes

When that moment comes

When that moment comes
When this story, it be done
Will I stand there ready
To meet the power of one?
Or will I fade away
Like dust into the night?
When that moment comes
Will I welcome me that light?

To die unto this moment
Is the only way to be
To greet ones death from day to day
So very endlessly
This be the way to live ones life
If he would live forever
Then he will know just who he is
And death will touch him never.

When that moment comes
Will I be right to join the all?
To touch the power that runs the show
Will it all be beautiful?
As I melt into the other
Will it be wonderful.

A lifetime without knowing
Is the way that most folk be
But I must find the answer
Right now to ‘who is me?’
Because I feel that power
So deep within my core
That tells me it’s forever
But am I really sure??

17 August 2010 @ 1105hrs

Details | Lyric | |

Golden Wheat

Golden wheat planted 
amongst lowly grasses
Must learn to withstand 
life's stormy weather

(c) Copyright Christine Kysely

(May 13th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

Details | Lyric | |


Girl, you're dancing in the wind
I have no defense you draw me in
The ground you touch a sacred place
Watching you makes my heart race
Yeah, you're this boy's best friend

Oh, I love the way you sway 
I could gaze upon you all day
And when the sun is setting low
Under the stars love the way ya glow
Oh, I love the way you sway

Sweet Willow, is your nickname
Your delicate moves drive me insane
Cause baby I got the hots for you
My favorite tree since I was two
We'd make music if you were a dame

*A romantic's attempt at humor.. I'm the ultimate tree huger ;)
But seriously, I am mesmerized and infatuated with the 
beauty and grace of the Willow tree!

Date: 8-4-14

Details | Ballad | |

Gentle music

Gentle music

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

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

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

25 August 2013 @ 1156hrs.

Details | Lyric | |

Magic Beans

European-style elegance
Meets modern ingenuity
Where stools too high to sit in welcome tired feet in flip flops
Near the tourist bookstore
Standing just across the street
In tasteful jingles ~
Creaking through the heavy door
The ordinary becomes more.

Voices rise over carafe’s,
Through Musak in the old café
Where egg-shell mugs are neatly stacked below a chalkboard menu.
And in-between glossy lacquers
A ritual of life endures ~
With whipped cream topping
And a dash of chocolate sprinkles.

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The Hunger Drug

I can't remember
when I ate 
my last meal
How many weeks ago was it?

I cannot recall

or even what it was 
that I had to eat
Turkey I think
on Thanksgiving

Yes, it was Turkey

A turkey 
that some 
generous person
to the food pantry
that they gave to me

that generous person know?
Do they know?
That it would be
my only meal

for days and weeks
on end

probably not

and so I wanted 
to write these words
to tell them
“Thank You”

that they made 
a difference 
in my life

that I 
and my children
did not 
have to go to bed

three weeks ago
on Thanksgiving
and it was wonderful

I am trying to remember
what that 
felt like

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.

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 Last night, i dared revisit the crossing
of time with my brother, hovering on a
distant sky , tracing notes of my dripping rhymes.

We grew like chariot riders; he, the Troy of
streets and I, the maiden of lofty speeches.
While his hands reveled at the wonder of seaweeds,
I reviewed the fury of ancient mythology---
he laughs again at the strangeness of my ivory
tower ; and above easels of clouds, he smiles
knowing only he could comprehend my weird
attachment to words, art, and tempest.

Ten years ago, he ascended somewhere
in the glow of light, shutting me from all
moments uninhabited… unleashed.
A blank paper shouts at my hesitating
litany as if it were aware how siblings
climb inside, touch the veins of  bloodline… 
yet, it can not. Like a pageless odyssey, 
I close my seaweed eyes unable to continue 
recounting  that June day,

when Benjo slipped into chariot’s final ride
without nothing else to say.


*in sweet memory of my brother who
relished my uniqueness as a person 
and inspired me to pursue my passion.

Carol Eastman's Unsung Hero Contest

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Into a garden sprayed by night's rain,
Jen  slouches under a dim lamplight
as the wind gushes on her divan
sweeping pages of a long era,
jotted down through crystal-clear memoirs
from her flawless hand, still radiant... 
while tendrils of a past causes
her eyes to melt in glass of evening.

She pauses between emblazoned lines,
a web of saga transports her musings
in a village where life detailed the pain
and glory of unwanted wartime;
the smoky air turning fruits into molds
as land raids wheezed without children’s sounds.

Quietly, Jen folds the sepia-book
to find beauty in her lit garden,
while cloudburst fades like distant remains...
then, washing the leaves of yesteryears,
she breathes in solace: a woman freed
by putting a name to her past angst,
ready for rain’s music of tamed sleep.

Poem In Paradise Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

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

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

some days...

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

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

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

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

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

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Pretty girl, a perfect home
I will never be alone 
but life's a bore

The American dream
it's not all it seems
not chasing anymore

I'm so restless inside
afraid I can't hide
a wondering heart

You touched my hand
and feelings began
love's spark

I can't be taken when I'm taken 
so I must say no
Upon further contemplation what if I'm really mistaken 
oh I need to know
I'm shaken and awakened, my defenses overtaken
I can't say no

You are a summer tease
know just how to please
dancing slow

Here in my embrace
inhibition erased
emotions grow

I can't be taken when I'm taken 
so I must say no
Upon further contemplation what if I'm really mistaken 
oh I need to know
I'm shaken and awakened, my defenses overtaken
I can't say no!

Oh, whoa..
like a baby in the water, like a lamb to the slaughter 
know it's death but here I go...

I can't be taken when I'm taken 
so I must say no
Upon further contemplation what if I'm really mistaken 
oh I need to know
I'm shaken and awakened, my defenses overtaken
I can't say no..
I can't say no..
oh, baby, I need you to say no..
Say No!

20 May 2014
For Shadow's Scary Moments Contest

Details | I do not know? | |

My Broken Hand

I play my broken hand,
I play it,
Play my broken hand,
My broken hand...

I hold it
closer to my chest,
While the Sun's
sunk 'gain in the West;
Stakes tossed
all over the table,
My suit sags
a tight-rope cable.

Pray a pen
in my mangled clutch,
Or better,
my most desir'd touch:
Fingers 'pon
lips of a woman;
Peace restored,
need no broom, no pan.

I play my broken hand,
I play it,
Play my broken hand,
my broken hand...

I rasp it
over dry paper,
this Hope won't taper;
No more of
my disastrous luck,
Like that wall
my clenched fist struck.

Eyes stealing
each others' gazes,
Too late to
regret failed raises,
What more is
there still left to fear?
The Joker's
always somewhere near.

I play my broken hand,
I play it,
I play my broken hand,
I play it...

As the Jack
whispers, "Smoke's hollow.",
'Cross table,
my Queen's to follow,
by a backing band.
Time's come for
the card's to be fanned.
Blot the ink,
toss a bit of sand;
Strange winnings,
hard to understand.

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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 

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The Revenant

Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste

Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone

Innocence was spent on pain
My mind was twisted; left insane
The heart that tried to rise above
Was left alone because it never could

Depth and silence masquerade
The embodiment of all I say
My shadow crawling closer now
As I begin to question how

The misery that took my breath
Refracts itself until my death
This mirror world that will not break
Reflects to me all of my mistakes

Awake the ice that I’ve become
This destiny has overrun
The fallen centuries that I’ve felt
And all the heartache I have dealt

The vision of a child is gone
The fearful man has come upon
The image of a dying world
What’s left behind – no longer held

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

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I need a friend

I need a friend right now
I need guidance
I need someone to show me how
How to just be.

I thought I was happy
I thought I liked me
I guess I am not the person
I thought I could be. 

I need a friend right now
someone to share my thoughts
someone to be my sounding board
someone who understands me
someone who realizes
I should not be ignored.

I know the truth that lies beneath the beauty and the smiles
I know the truth

But you see,
it is much easier to live a life of denial
You smile and grin,
laugh and pretend.

Oh, but still remains the dark behind the light
I know the truth.

One day the closet door will open
One day the make up will fade
and the world will know 
what I have known all along

You can't hide your pain
you can't store your fears
you can't bury your sorrows
you can't change what's done
you can't pretend your okay anymore
you can't be that person everyone wants you to be

The mask has been ripped from your face
and the world now knows
what I have known all along
you don't know how to live this life alone.
you are broken and scared
and fear that there
is no way for repair

The damage has been done
your life incomplete
you have been stripped
of all your strength and beat
you are left broken and scared
and no one is there.

You are alone 
and I have known this all along
I know the truth
I know I can't be alone

I need a friend right now.

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Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh

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A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.

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Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.

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Time to Add More Love

The world's just not the same
This empire in decline
Roses don't smell as sweet
Only grow half their size

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say...

Baby, doesn't it make you want to cry?

Let's protect ourselves 
From the coming flood
Won't need no bullets
Just our shield of love

Let's protect ourselves
From the coming storm
Won't need no raincoats
While love keeps us warm

Time to put more wood
On the dying fire
Of hope

Time to add more love
Gonna raise this
Sinking boat

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say....

Baby doesn't it make you want to cry?

You're all I need
To get through this 
Doom and gloom
Your love for me
And my love for you.

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Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside

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

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When I pull away, you push

I’m silent, like a single finger to my blush lips

motioning “shush”

I feel like a caged tiger

craving freedom and lovers flesh

a prisoner of your personal horror

I must digress

I loose myself, into my mystical, magical, mind

to keep this empty agony, from burning into

each minute, of my lifetime

my body, feels frozen to your touch

your kisses, cannot melt my hatred

toward your soulless lust

I am strong from within, I cannot,

will not

let him win,

A real live porcelain doll I have

turned in


lines forming a cross, hold my inner eye 

for the Lords love catches my tears as I cry

when your fists, strike my body

a bloody mess, you leave my lie

punishing me for your insecurities

and false lies

a chance to escape you, this dream

has me hypnotized

each day of mine, ends in silent sorrow

and begins, with prayer filled sighs

For love, does not beat you behind backs

and then smile in your eyes

using such smiles to disguise

to the outside, false facial expressions

keep things trill

I pray, for the strength one day,

to fight my prisoner back

perhaps kill

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Ride The Wind

Written February 24, 2012

One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home

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felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity missing the bigger picture
you i barely knew, appearing on every vista
i appreciate the support, but what i need is love
tho truth may hurt, better than all of the above
i trusted you cause you represent something ive never done,
who knew that two can prove to be better than one or
first in a place, never won a sum,
bygones gone and a couple of puns
we let the honey run till sweet enough touch
beat around the bush, no rush
it got hotter but the wetaher didnt change 
not a cloud in the sky or a drop of blame
no need for a why whenw e had an x
we gotta where we wanted then decided what next

no matter where i go 
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely 
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february

february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling better each step of the way

if theres a problem we can talk and double check
nothing we cant solve with an embrace and kiss to the face or neck
i love you more than ode and penelope. maria odb
or lil kim and biggie
thank the gods we aint in a greek tragedy
or sometime before 19 sixty
for what is feminin
sent me to my questionin
i quickly collected evidence, respect
exactly what i expected, experiencing the extension
my seconds, perspective as my lessons
i remember when im stressing
to fit into my senses, lower my defenses
soothing if theres tenseness, leaving room for suggestion
did i mention that youre precious
a gift of personal appreciation, when we regard eachother
in highest celebration shared by lovers, so more than any i thank you
for willing to get as close as you do
i hope for you the complimentary is true
im sure if it wasnt we can talk it through its coo
right there is reason why i call you boo

no matter where i go 
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely 
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february

february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling beter each step of the way

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Over and Over Again

Over and Over Again…

Twisting and turning, the fire that’s burning
Keeps me writhing in pain
And all that I fear, is becoming so clear
Pouring like blood from a vein

Facing the truth, I can’t stop the abuse
I just don’t know where to turn
Do I bow down and hide, are the answers inside
To the questions and lessons unlearned

I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…

From the time I awake, in the mirror I face
All of the wrongs that I’ve never made right
When I lay down to sleep, I’m searching for peace
But I can’t make it through the night

I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
How much more can I take, before I past the point and break
With no honor left to defend…

Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…

The darkness inside me, now circles around me
Given life, it is freed from the cage
Every light now gone black, I can’t see front to back
Have I run out of room on the page…
Every light now gone black and I am under attack
For my life, this is a war I must wage…

I rise and I fall, and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
But each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say, then it starts over and over again…

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The confusing world of Poetry

The confusing world of poetry

Clerihews, and couplets
Acrostics, and Haikus
Me head is spinning round and round
Oh Lord I’m so confused
I’d like to read about the stuff
But I really ain’t got time
I’m too busy trying to write
In rhythm and in rhyme

I never was so very clever
I flunked in all at school
I guess me dad, he got it right
He called me village fool
He tried to make me turn out clever
But he didn’t have a chance
Cause I’m a dreamer through and through
You can see that at first glance.

So I don’t know about complex things
I’m just a simple man
But me, I’ve wrote eight thousand songs
And I’ve done it cause I can
The words roll out like a waterfall
And they come just like they are
And I talk about love, and I talk about life
And the flowers and the stars.

25 July 2013 @ 0925hrs.

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Im very loud without a sound

I can’t be lost and can’t be found,
I’m in the air and in the ground;
I’m very loud without a sound.
I’m everywhere yet can’t be seen,
I’m where you’re going,
and where you’ve been.
I never stop and never start;
I am spirit’s love, which fills your heart.

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I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.

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The deepest love

The life that we lead doesn't seem worth it sometimes
When all hopes and dreams are shattered
But hope isn't lost, for faith can make you whole.
Don't give up, and always stay strong.

Trust is a gift that's often squandered
The darkest of days are met with despair
I'm reaching out to you to let you know that I still care
Do you still believe in me?

Many vows are spoken in the deepest of the soul
A time in life where we have no control
Keep your head up for I'll never forsake 
This I will promise you.

This bond I make, forever it is yours to keep
Sealed with love, in faith we do receive
Paid not with money but the blood of an innocent man
Life for you to live eternally.

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Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.

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Embracing Good-bye

I can't see for these tears have blinded by my eyes. 
I can't breathe cause these lungs are empty.
I feel like I have failed.
How could I have failed you so effortlessly? 
I was suppose to make your sunshine.
I was suppose to make you smile.
And now I can't even see.
I want to escape from being so ordinary.
I just want to stand up and scream.
Oh my God!!!
They said that we would never be.
When did you stop listening to me!?
Are you telling me that you listened, honestly!?
They're liars.
And now I am forsaken by a traitor. 
So now there is no more you and me. 
I wanted to take you from this world.
Escape the hatred and betrayal.
I was meant to make you smile.
I was meant to take you from here.
I have failed you.
You have failed me.
You listened to them, honestly!?
We could have ran from this world that kept us apart.
Baby, I wish you would have never listened to a word that they said.
I take a moment to ponder about  things, I wish you would have gave me another chance.
I would have taken all the time in the world to prove them wrong. 
Your knife, my chest.
My blood, your dress.
Stitch it up!
I'll bite my lip and fake it!
Fake it!!
I'll say you never meant a thing, anything.
I gave you the world, and a diamong ring.
A solitaire.
You listened to them, when you should have listened to me. 
I can't see for the tears in my eyes.
Broken heart, deception, I'll stitch it up with a few more lies.
We could have been far from ordinary.
We could have had the world, but we have the contrary.
So now this is over, the world has me on my knees.
I'll bite my lip, i'll fake it, and say you didn't mean a thing.
Still so pretty, you're beauty illuminates this place.
I'll light a cigarette and watch this whole world burst into flames.

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MRS.LADY(if the shoe fit)

first of all respect yourself baby
act like a lady
what happened in your past ain't sufficient cause to hate me

get your self together you can shine like a pearl
but first distinguish the difference between women and girls

at first glance you was amazing had me in awe
but with simple conversation i revealed the flaw

you hid a lot of attitude under a body and a pretty face
but pouring syrup on shhhh don't make pancakes

I didn't sweat you or ride you
that probably surprised you
you'll find out the truth don't hurt but all the lies do

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A Minute Too Short

Time is just a number that is part of fate

Time is a number that too few people value

 And it will continue to disentegrate

I will never forget that one day when i was so close yet so far away

The sound of a ring lead me to words that i never wanted to hear

Lies entered my ears and i fought back tears

With my mouth wide open with nothing to say

Time was my enemy, I had never felt so betrayed

And when i returned home, and lies became truth

I was a minute too short and time had ended the heartbeat of one of it's youth

Time is just a number that simply burns away

As days continue to pass, I will carry this burden to my grave

For being a minute too short on that one tragic day

When time ended so quickly as skies turned to grey

Time is just a number that we cannot waste

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I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside

Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)

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Don't you worry bout my soul

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

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Power Outage Lesson

Heat escapes
through closet doors
and breathes the frozen oxygen
my body slowly cools
beneath a doubled comforter
  O! I see a flash
      a flash of my mortality!
A creep of winter
spies my feet
and dances along my tender skin.
In frantic fear
my feet draw near
and haunt the luring warmth.
O please it's been eternity
since I could feel
a pleasant chill 
instead ~
   a bite!
      get out!
           please leave my wretched sight!
Then minutes turn to hours till
I come to terms with frozen ill
    I'll die here in my cloth cocoon...

the blast of light and hums
a ray of artificial light!
appliances come racing on
    and tear a mortal thought away
           ..I'll live to see another day.
And through a blissful smile, a faint
but necessary thought arises..
Be thankful for the little things
no matter what their guises.

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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark

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

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

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It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.

So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay

It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.

I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.

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I was drifting through life resembling a tumbleweed,
Encountering life's challenges at each unseen bend.
Just tumbling along paying things little heed
Propulsion provided by each day's prevailing wind.

My vision was clouded and I had a misplaced trust
My thoughts became consumed by things past tense.
My armor, never shiny, was now devoured by rust
Cancer was my stopper, not some barbwire fence.

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For the love of you

If only I could make you see
that you mean so much more to me,
a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile,
the dream that makes my day worthwhile,
undoubted proof there is a God,
the joy that not all hope is gone.
To me you are that piece of mind,
that gives the world such sweet reply
that although love is sometimes lost,
its remnants left will never die-

How more could I express my love
for words are but the breath in me
what more can I, a man still do
except to give what's left of me . . .
for lips can flatter all too well
and sing the praise of many things
but you are in a different class
to you . . . . . I give my everything!

If ever I do fail to prove
my strong and constant love for you
then never have I lived a day
or ever took a breath anew.

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Another day goes by, outside influence on the outcome
Tearing the heartstring in two
And in my mind, strange topics pop up again
Without your love in my life
I don’t know what I would do…

On the home front on my own it seems I’m alone
To pick up all of the little pieces
Build a picture perfect puzzle out of nothing
But four walls as a frame that I am supposed to hang

Trying to change my life while my world changes around me
Mixed priorities linger in my mind
Live for myself, live for everybody else
Constant turmoil as we pass through time together

Depth of thought for me serves as prayer
To our God or my God in my eyes
I seldom ask for more than reasons why things happen
To understand and know He hears my cries

Snapshots in a photo album, memories in my mind
Like episodes in syndication over and over again
A constant circle of events repeating through my life
Were the lessons ever learned or does the lesson never end

Look, gaze into the four walls at how much lies inside
See how much things have to change
Hanging on the walls are scars left from all the pain
And though I try to put it in the past
Most of it remains; in The Gallery

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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.

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Twin Souls

There is an emptiness
that knows another's emptiness
two voids that cannot be seen
the feeling of an abyss
darkness with no meaning

Existential Longings
for voices 
that cannot be heard
a neverending anguish
that cannot be expressed in words

The beating of one's heart
reverberates the pain
There is no heartfelt joy
in endless
cosmic yearnings

Tears bring no relief
for these 
gravitational longings
only the sun and moon and stars
earthly pain below

Two hearts, two bodies
one thread of infinite love
continental separation
joined only 
by the heaven's above

twin souls wait helplessly
for their futures to unfold
they wait 
to be joined forever
stars waiting to implode

Souls waiting for their destiny
waiting to be beloved
they wait
to burn inexorably
a combined self-sustaining sun.

(June 20, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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The Fear

The Aphotic rays reach higher
And shame, shade reigns over all
Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave
I'm living, the slowest way to die
Elysia, rapture where are you now

What will I do when the flame is extinguished 
What will I do when I drown in ash
What will I do when they sing my name in funeral dirges 
How can this be all, one short organic vitality
Scares to die, but afraid of a new day

Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day
Will I Ressructe to Paradise, burn in Hell, or lay in Sheol
Is this a there is, one feather, to the dirge
My life so long - my suffering grows
Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day

In all of the ashes, a flame begins
Once again, here I am
Living, the slowest way to die

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Transformation of Propensity

As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…

 Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

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Women Who LOVE Football - VERSION 2

Women Who LOVE Football
Are DIFFERENT from the rest
They live their LIFE with PASSION
They love their FAMILY best.

They aren’t afraid to get their hands DIRTY
They are not afraid to FIGHT
They know how to put their GAME FACE on
Attempting last DOWN's under Stadium lights.

They are always ready to EXECUTE their OPTIONS
They always plan to SCORE
They have a sense of PURPOSE
And are STRONGER than they think.

They WILL NEVER GIVE UP without a fight
They always PLAY by all the RULES
They have a positive ATTITUDE
They always keep their COOL.

Women who LOVE Football
Will always WIN with STYLE
And if they ever happen to LOSE
They will always lose with DIGNITY
Leaving their problems upon the FIELD.

(Version 2 revised December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Reflections: Intellectualism

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

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

An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

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

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

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On The Outside, Looking In - Co-Write

*Sandra and I decided to write a song.  It's always a pleasure writing with her.

On the Outside, Looking In There once was a time when my yesterdays were full of joy feeling alive with love when I had my family near I shared the dreams and expectations of every girl and boy today I think of those days and fight back the tears the streets I walk are unchanged but no longer the same around me, the world I knew has spun out of control I question all that I know, do I belong in this game when what's shown to me is starting to take its toll (Chorus) Don't know how I ended up outside, looking in the window of this soul has clouded, I know left my heart at a standstill, losing its will at the end of this road, where now do I go? tell me, when I'm on the outside, looking in With each breath and step, I feel out of place each second feeling like a crime for which I pay a little more I slip away with each tomorrow I face the dreams I've had, have long since faded away (Chorus) So many roads still lay before me as I roam (give me a sign at the end of days light) but now I'm lost without a sense of direction (I'm feeling empty and cold tonight) Loved ones have passed; there's no place to call home (show me a way through the night) caught in a world consumed by an apathetic affliction (someone say it's going to be alright, be alright) (Chorus) Don't know how I ended up outside, looking in the window of this soul has clouded, I know left my heart at a standstill, losing its will at the end of this road, where now do I go? tell me, when I'm on the outside, looking in don't want to be on the outside, looking in....
*Not for any contest

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Cryptic Love Notes

The shadows whispering
In the silence I now sing
Hold me to their flames
The only comfort in this lasting pain

The words that can’t convey
The screaming in this place
Are love notes for the void
The only home left as I’m destroyed

Darkness in the light
Glowing in the night
Eyes that hold me still
The gazing truth my heart just can not kill

Nothing else to say
It still won’t go away
A stranger in my dreams
I wake to find that I no longer breathe

A horror that remains
It just won’t be erased
The loss of all that’s true
Breaks me down, but I’m still lost in you

Far too much to share
My reflection isn’t there
Sanity is gone
Another life where I just don’t belong

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Child Killer

Where'd you put the body
When the deed was done?
What'd you have to say
To lure him in?
What kinda lies didja have to tell
A tale syrupy-sweet?
Was there any guilt at all
As you held his little hand?
Did you even start to stall
Before spilling blood on the sand?

You know you took him down
Probably Better you than them
You swear it's a mercy 
As you pull the blade
But that story's getting thin
So there's blood on your hands
And now you're a man
Now what's your plan?
Child killer.....

You start out your new life
With some debt and a good wife
Trying to never think of him
Memories, you can hide
But dreams sneak outside
And play with your inner mind
By the time you quit school
Tired of being a tool
Ten years had slid aside
You can still hear his screams
In your tattered, ragged dreams
Echos that never died

You know you took him down
Probably Better you than them
You swear it's a mercy 
As you pull the blade
But that story's getting thin
So there's blood on your hands
And now you're a man
Now what's your plan?
Child killer.....

Why'd ya do it?.... Where'd ya lay him?.... Why'd you lie?

Who's the bad guy?.... Who's the victim?.... Who's this image in the mirror?

You know you took him down
Probably Better you than them
You swear it's a mercy 
As you pull the blade
But that story's getting thin
So there's blood on your hands
And now you're a man
Now what's your plan?
Child killer.....

The world doesn't leave us much choice
We have to kill our inner-child's voice
Or they will do it for us

I want to understand
Is it better by my hand
Than to have someone do it for me?

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Free the Children

I once read an article in National Geographic
About how slavery still lives on across the world
But it is not slavery of a certain race,
Religion, sexual orientation, or gender

But of little innocent children
Of all ages, no matter how old or young they are
In such countries as Pakistan, India,
Africa, China, and Southeast Asia countries

They all work their little selves to death
And sometimes for very little pay
Or in fact no pay at all
This is all not right

It is inhumane, and unimaginable too
If I were king of the entire world
I would make absolutely sure
That all these children were set free

To live a life they all deserve to live;
A life every child should live
So why are we all just sitting around here?
Let us go and free the children!

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Poetry: For The Words, Are All Around Me

The secret syllables
and words
surround me
in a morning fog
I absorb them through
the places I wonder
ideas I ponder
they flow into my blood
as they spill from my rose
like shameless water
they sweep into me
like the wind behind my bare knees
they whisper into my ears
within the summers breeze
they creep u on me
like a bottle feeling
emerged from being
cloaked deep within
the search for a pen
and paper, feverishly
into the depths of my soul
the intensity
is hard to control
like a wave, the words
tumble over me
grainy sands distort
my messages vision
as I struggle to write
how I remembered the piece
would begin
it feels like a rush
of electric
lightning bolts of
jolt through my body
shooting from me
stories of grief, and struggles
things I share to help
not to repeat
of loss and love
like a bottled sermon
thrown from above
the words hit me

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Dumb little boy what happened to You?
A father, a mother, we're through.
Brightly coloured feathers, spread and you flew.
Dumb little boy what happened to you?
I near.
Sat here, sat here.
We sat, drinking dads warm beer.
Dumb little boy your feathers are gone.
LSD on your toungue.
Obliterated! obliterated! 
Wasted! wasted!
Dumb little boy, your brain is fried.
Perfectly twisted.
Now, lets peak inside.

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Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.

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I Love You

"I love you"

Words so easily said

and then abandoned and forgotten

like a sunset in one's memory

here for a time

and then gone


I was there

I saw the sun

I felt it's rise and fall

I experienced it

and then it was gone


You were here

You told me you loved me

and now you are gone

like the sun

with no explanation


How meaningless those words

how empty

how disgusting

to have believed you when you said

"I love you"


Empty words

all empty words

words said, but with no meaning

the bitterest lie

of all.



(November 18th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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

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

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

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Crown of Thorns

Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are on my body, I am an eternal traveller, never stopping. You are the bitter predicament of my comfort, Traces of sensual pleasures - The mist of a veil is my constant reminder. You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns, I stand alone on the dusty conflagration Gazing towards an endless void, I am bridled with the burning pain of the thorns... My gaze tirelessly roves, Prickly are the thorns, With malediction entwined... I am drowning in a sweaty torrent, I am plunging into thorny depths, bloody and overworked from the struggle, I yield myself to the decision of fate.

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A Little Stronger

A Little Stronger…

…And if I follow my senses
Will I have sense of direction?
To get to the root of the problem
I am the object of my own dissection…

Looking into me
Looking through me
In a sad and darkened state
I’ve never given myself
A fair chance to succeed
But I can’t believe or fear
That it can be too late

I’m rambling on a little further into the night
Perhaps I’ll sleep a little longer
And by chance and the grace of God
Perhaps I will wake a little stronger…

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The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.

My Dear World,

Thank you
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
and with ruth.

Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.

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a few times

a few times
you said i was beautiful
and i flew
off  a lemon 
to the top of the moon
and rode to mars
in a silver tipped spoon

and when you thought 
i was ugly
i swept dirt off the floor
of a storm pitched sea
and ate raisins 
in a egg shell tree

by janetta

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On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    

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Let Your Rains Fall Down

let your rains 
fall down
let your rains fall
let your tears run to the ocean
hold none of them tight within
let the earth send them far away
send them far away
far, far away
far away from here

© Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
(November 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Your Love has Come To Me

Your love has come to me
As silently as the Spring
As quietly as the blossoms
From which the scent of lilac sings
Your love has come to me

Your love has come to me
As quickly as the Sun
Mounts each days horiazon
Out of Darkness your love has come
Your love has come to me

Your love has come to me
As lightning strikes earth from sky
As thoughts warm my inner thighs
No turning back life's time
Your love has come to me

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Land of Make Believe

I'm up all day
can't sleep at night
maybe I'm wrong
or maybe I'm right
I'm seeking truth
but all I can find
are only the truths
that are in my mind.
Is it all real
or is it all lies?
I guess in the end
it's what everyone buys.
Is there hope at all
because I can't see
is there hope for you
is there hope for me?
The world's in a spin
when will it end
who is a foe
and who is a friend?
The voices all say
the things that they must
but are these voices
ones I can trust?
The words that they say
I hear in my brain
are they for real
or am I insane?
'Cause I'm hearing things
that never were said
who killed the truth
who wanted it dead?
I guess in the end
it's what you conceive
about what is truth
and what's make believe.

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Rows of Brilliant Blossoms

My perfect garden has meandering paths
With shady benches along the way
Perfect rows of varying heights
Rows of brilliant blossoms
     Vibrant colors to stimulate my soul
            Laughter is melodious
                 Birds sing in beautiful tones
                   The azure sky, soothes my soul 
              A lazy swaying hammock rests in the corner
                  Tempting all who pass
The soil is soft and moist, no weed in sight

For A Rambling Poet's contest
My theme my garden or gardening

Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.

Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.

Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.

Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,

through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow

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Road To Somewhere Song on CD

Stay on your road to somewhere...
For the goals you hold dear...
follow your dreams out there...
and on your road to somewhere.....

You'll crawl before you walk...
and walk before you run...
just keep those strong thoughts...
through the rising and setting sun...

And with your hopes and dreams be bold...
keep the faith in the goals you hold...
strive to reap the thoughts you sow...
on your road to somewhere....

You'll crawl before you walk...
and walk before you run...
just keep those strong thoughts...
through the rising and setting sun...

Stay on your road to somewhere...
for the goals you hold dear...
follow your dreams out there...
on your road to somewhere...

Strive to reap the thoughts you sow,
with your hopes and dreams be bold,
keep the faith, for such is gold...
stay on your road to somewhere...
for your dreams out there.

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Om Shanti Shanti-2

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti:

A faith-lit  path in forlorn lands
Hold no wrath,  it's ever at hand
You didn’t know it a bit, did you?
Doling out truth in terms of myth
Not far away to be one with
And meld with the chant 'Om Shanti '

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti

There  need not be any  hurry
Though  caught in unusual worry 
Stealing the light from  stars were you
Striving for success  through dare-do’s
Reuse the old ruse through and through
Gave once the heave-ho, Om Shanti.

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti

And from the dark  the blue bird sang
One  viewed its shades as out it rang
It did't declaim in haste like you 
Shifting the fake  to the forefront
Gifting hate  to the  mate upfront
Time to go back to  Om Shanti

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti

The voice that makes everyone  halt
The choice they make without a fault
In the  detours taken by you
With a lease that too soon ran out
Before one was up and about
The help sought after, 'Om Shanti'

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti

Whose was the idea of a  truce
The false  promise that would seduce
Without omission all but you
Nowhere  was it an entity
Wherever  searched for  purity
To fall back, spent, on Om Shanti

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti

Shivering on cold river sands
Sharing our paltry minds and hands
Basics are wearing  thin for you
Suffering  to  arrive at last
Ashore and safe so very fast
Drowning only in Om Shanti

Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti

29th Jan 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
An imperfect   imitation  of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”, submitted for FRANK H’s contest

Entry for pd's second chance poems on 21 feb 13

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It is always so amazing
so amazing
to see 
how events 

and how when one door 
other doors open
almost as if by 

as if the closing
of the one door
was the key 
to opening
the next.

(November 18, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.

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Put My Eyes To Sleep

I have felt the heavy mists
 of a disappearing life 
a life not held within my grasp
 and yet I have struggled
 I have always struggled 
always to travel on
Not alone
 not on my own
not alone upon my path
 engraved upon my hands
 a map of this life's journeys
 and some plans
 that no earthly soul can read
I open my mind to see 
beyond these heavy mists
 of these disappearing days
 that enclose me
 that will someday all to soon
 put my eyes to sleep

(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
 (November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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The Dreamer

Standing I gaze through various windows and doorways.
Serene landscapes within each continuously changing for us.
My body tenses and quivers. My eyes burn and forehead sweats.
Each causes my mind to strain and grasp for thought.
Before me various lights dance and cascade, no music is heard.
The colors and shades dance, causing focus never to be gained.
Emotions burst forth sometimes pain, other times only joy.
Walking, running, falling the paths I choose never cease.
Figures and shapes stand before me no faces ever seen.
No speech or sound is ever heard, yet always understood.
Arms stretched failing to grasp always yearning for an answer.
Confused, my thoughts search eagerly for its very meaning.
Forever knowing that an answer is completely unyielding.
I scream my breath released with wet lips quivering.
I feel shaken and the darkness once again overcomes.
Suddenly I'm startled, my head raised, eyes now wide open.
Realizing the room is empty the dream is gone.

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For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”

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A Tangled Curse

Sightless visions of this world
Collapsing reason, the rising scared
Disillusion breaking bonds
The gravity of this collective song

The undeterred replacing truth
Teach detachment to the youth
Complexity and blinding games
Reattaching trauma’s shame

Cold perception blaming loss
Upon reflections in the frost
Banished hearts creating schemes
Against ourselves; this broken theme

The self-receptive caught within
The fear of self within their skin
It’s in this place we choose our worth
While people fight upon the earth

The gravity that passes by
We’re falling down, or into the sky
No more places left to hide
We forgive the past, or our future dies

This illusion breaking fast
We fight against the spells we cast
Between the earth and universe
We must dissolve this tangled curse

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The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**

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A Thousand Degrees

Awaken frozen years of fright
The light that died within the night
The last of all you want to be
In eyes that no longer want to see

The turning of your sins to truth
Experience that handed proof
That falling down will make you rise
The mirror burning through your lies

Awaken shivering months of pain
The same old story; same old games
The fear that sunk into your heart
In hate you thought could not depart

Through every hurt that cracks your throne
There’s a silent story to decode
Now understand; ignite your mind
Now light the way and step outside

Awaken screaming days of loss
The counting down of every cost
The breaking child becoming ice
In eyes that suffer a thousand lives

Awaken this moment of return
Though the pain will briefly burn
Step through your shadow and become
The shining light without the sun

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flowing, carousing, swirling on libra winds, the tips of floral thumbs spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl caressing lips of leaves more temperate in shades of october’s fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia, deepening the incense of quite solitude away from the burst of soaking, reeling spring... it is the time for holy retreat when stems and branches droop to rest on a clayed blanket of earth, soulful and so serene, much like wet light of dusk iced with frail sleeves of fading blades... october caresses the skin of men to smell the air of reflective passages; a time for quiet joy and embraceable songs. and in it’s stillness, the heart of sages listens. October Contest for SKAT posted 10/6 by: nette onclaud

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Censorship In The Arts

Frozen and left for dead
 I can speak no words
 nor shake my head
 only the sky 
moves on
 above me
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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What I imagine is beyond my years, 
An equilent  stare 
And an equilent ear.
 A sombre mind 
Is what one ought to have, but I foresee 
What plays in my head 
Is a movie 
Of such great distress, 
I see a young girl, 
A good girl, 
And the other side 
Of the mirror 
Is a different 
Sort of girl. 
More like the one before 
In the image the mirror gives off. 
If one would say the mirror lies, 
Then that one would realise
The only thing that stands between these two girls is the thin membrane called glass.
Yet with the absence of such, they are merged into one. And when they come out to play
A tiny piece of each stands out like the small glow of the paraffin lamp my grandmother used to forbid us to use 
Their memories of each other 
Are like the memories 
Of one individual person, 
Yet seeing them 
Side by side 
Would greatly outline 
Their stalk differences
But in world of fear
You can only love one
And their tears are the only thing that mimics their distress.

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Fourscore and Three

By Leonard Kleeman

As I approach fourscore and three
I wonder how it would really be
If I could go back in time
And make that “Road Not Taken” mine.

If I could just take a different road
Would I be me or of a different mode?
Would I still be here or have died
Regardless of how hard I tried?

Would my friends be the same
Or of a different name?
Would I be rich or very poor
And never see the year fourscore?

But the road not taken as writ by Frost
Makes all those questions and answers lost
For I am just me as you can see
And what really matters for fourscore and three
Is who I am and what was meant to be.

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Ever South

Yellow leaves swoop by the window like
errant canaries, confused, bruised, caught
in a ghostly whirlwind they rise and fall
swirling, hurling, snapping like a flag unfurling,
trapped taut against the window
caught momentarily, autumn comes to
stir things up, to disrupt, the end of
summer so abrupt, ruffling the feathers
of the glossy blackbirds who darken the sky
in swarms and herds, crowding on power lines
they huddle together as birds of a feather,
cawing, seemingly cursing the weather,
so many on the line, a snapshot in time,
etched into my mind, sublime,
taking flight en masse to head ever south,
south, to warmer climes as I hear the deep
tones of my Gregorian chimes, thrumming
tones that rattle breastbones, I count the
autumns that have come and go and
I know, I know.

©Danielle White

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What Rewards

What Rewards…

You know I hear the words 
As they flow from your lips
An uphill climb, but we’ll come from behind
If we never quit trying...
To understand the root of the problem
Is to find the one and only solution

The noise is all around me
I can’t hear myself think
Emotional chains and I can’t break free
And physical pain, in my mind I’m on the brink
Sink or swim?

The bottom line and we’re coming up short
I can’t help but wonder about our fate
Three sisters in mythology turn into reality
They’re leading us through the gate…
And salvation is not waiting for us there

I’m trying to break away from this 
From seeds long ago sown in the soil
Life is long and if this is the test
What rewards for all the toil…

What rewards…All the toil…

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I Think You Are The Cheap And Not Me ......

Showing me the expensive bangle on her wrist
She asked, "Will you buy me something like this ? "
If you do, you can take me out again
What do you say ' Yes ' or ' No ' ?

Looking at the bangle I knew it cost a lot
To take her out for a hot date
One day a bangle, another day a necklace
Her needs will never end until my pocket is empty

I managed to get a fake smile on my face
I saw another fake smile on her crooked face
I knew money is the only reason for this date
Her eyes are not on my face but on the bulged wallet 

It won't last long and it's unhealthy
I told to myself without thinking twice
Somehow I happend to control myself
I just said, " You get nothing when you come with me ".

Her response was so quick,"You are so cheap "
I had a hysteric laugh inside me 
I said loud to her , "I think you are the cheap and not me" '
"You know why? You come for something and not for Love " 

I am not looking for that kind of date
It is easy to get and I don't need it 
She tried to change the topic, "I was just kidding you" 
I knew it is a lie and I put a full stop on that relationship.

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Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back

As I purge my mind of all the memories bits and pieces that still infuriate me
I remember being on the phone with her in our last conversation
and in the background I could hear what her new boy friend was saying
Threatening to leave and reminding her about the things I?d done  

Then you claimed I had not changed 
You said I was still very angry
I said under the circumstances how would you feel
If the only love you knew was being decided upon a moments notice

No more chasing
No more memories 
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back

Then suddenly another memory a psychic gave your mom advice  
She said you were going to have to choose between two lovers
But that moment in time had no rhyme and we just laughed it off 
But as I reminded her of that time I could hear fear through a fateful sigh 

then suddenly everything in my mind began to flicker
Like a candle blowing in the wind
My mind my soul prepared to let go
Like an addiction that feeds off the regret

No more chasing
No more memories 
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back

Another reel of my memory plays
Like sitting in a dark room with a tv on and remote in hand 
Skipping through the channels
And watching each clip

She said I have to call you back 
but I already knew what the answer would be
It was in her voice when that moment became a reality.
She buckled under pressure and I was out of the picture
No more chasing
No more memories 
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back

Our break up was resentful
Unfortunately it was all based on a lie
And for six years she hated me
However she never really knew the truth why

And as one last image begins to float away like a balloon
I see the engagement ring and the party
I see what could have been, should?ve been but is not going to happen
I see you on face book with two kids and an illegitimate husband 

No more chasing
No more memories 
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back

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Finding My Way

Hello darkness, my old friend Just when my heart is on the mend I realize I’ve built walls And no one listens to my calls When times get rough And friends just can’t be found Walls close in, I’ve had enough I wish I was homeward bound I wander empty streets down Past the shop displays In my own tears I drown Only in memories, my home stays So I shrug my shoulders And walk off to look for America The road ahead is filled with boulders Steeper than the walls of Attica A pocket full of mumbles, Broken promises I carry today As thunder from a storm rumbles Only with God’s help, I find my way
*For Tracie’s “Sing a Song a Poem” contest *Group – Simon and Garfunkel “Hello darkness my old friend…” from “Sounds of Silence” “I’ve built walls…” from “I Am a Rock” “When times get rough and friends just can’t be found…” from “Bridge over Troubled Water” “I wish I was homeward bound…” from “Homeward Bound” “I wander empty streets down, past the shop displays…” from “For Emily Whenever I May Find Her" “And walk off to look for America…” from “America” “A pocket full of mumbles…” from “The Boxer”

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The Rule Of Thoughts: Ideocracy

I have found something
Greater, stronger than democracy
Making every person
An equal player in the game of life
I have found that, that
Wields control where incursion has never made
Beaming white light in the region of blackest darkness
Widening the horizons beyond its marked borders
Rising to peak only years before unattainable
I have found that, which
Conquers fortresses of pervading poverty
Breaking barriers with ease of an effortless breath
I found what and who rules our world
The unseen but felt heat that stirs the pot to steaming hot
The gentle and quiet brooks of immeasurable depth
The strandless strings behind all thrones and seats of power
I have found that, that
Turns the obscured and scorned to cult heroes and heroines
Turning millions jailbreaks from prison of ignorance
Setting them free from captivity of oppression
I have found what rules the world
What demystifies ancient crowns
And humbles the haughty might of men and women of modern powers
I have found it ,that
That comes in a small pack
Wrapped in fragile protective cover of thoughts
In the deepest corner of focused imagination
Delivered by intensity of a burning desire
Sustained to maturity by grid lock of firm actions
I have found the magic wand of greatness
That which makes you and i the beautiful bride of the world
I found among the Wilbur- airplane- brothers
I found it in Albert –inventions- Einstein's workroom and rimmed glasses
In Emeka- modern computer- Emeagwali’s thick black hairs
I saw it lingering on Bill - microsoft - Gate
I found it behind YAHOO, GOOGLE corners
I saw it in YOUTUBE, FACEBOOK pages
I found it in Kanu Nwankwo, Jay jay Okocha’s laces and soles
I found it in Micheal- thriller- Jackson
I found it in Chinua- things fall apart-Achebe
I saw it following Wole – kongi’s harvest- Soyinka
I saw dying with Claude –automobile-Ake
I see it hanging out on you
I feel it in me, i see it in these lines...
I have found IDEA.. the ruler of the universe

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The certainty of you

A tribute to John and Carla Sherman at 'Just one look'

You can listen to the preachers
And the high priests, they as well
You can hear those Gurus speaking
You can think about endless Hell
It don’t matter what you’re doing
There’s just one thing to do
Look into the certainty of you.

You can do your meditation
Your Yoga, or Tai Chi
You can sail across the oceans
Seek help across the seas
There’s many who would help you
But you have to pay the price
But look at you, this be real good advice.

Take a look within you
And see what hides in there
Listen well to what the man has said
The one you thought was you
You’ll not find him everywhere
Turn around and look inside your head.

You can be a good or bad man
Or act jut like a drag
Overlook old ancient truths
Drink a beer or have a fag
Just take a look inside yourself
And see the one you be
Then in the end the truth shall set you free.

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Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man

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Repeat of History

Its the repeat of history
A change in time
The same little circles
We make with time
Traveled around corners
Thread the slimy street
Mixed with creepy sneakers
Got caught up in the heat
I skipped the hurdles
Never seem to fall
Then the storm blows over
And I am back on the beat

Its the repeat of history
A change with time 
the same little circle
We make with time

How many times you have parted
How many times you  have cried
Your heart keeps bleeding
Undying love now receding
Love is binding like glue
Sticking me to you
And the wheels keeps turning
And love's lights burning

Its a repeat of history
A change in time
The same little circle
We make with time

Its often a problem
How to survive
And when you licked one problem
A new demand arrive
You dip in your pocket
Its an empty socket
You are back in the red
Nothing changes, till you're dead
Its a repeat in history
A change in time 
The same little circle
We make with time.



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In The Event of A Car Crash(Given Another Chance at Life)

One red dirt road surely to lead us home.
Until we hit that patch of gravel.
It sent our vehicle spinning three hundred and sixy degrees around.
My God!
We hit the bar ditch and went flying. 
My hands pressed against the dashboard.
My heart beat pounding faster.
Everything in bittersweet slow motion.
Until we crashed upside down like waves in the ocean.
My breaths began to shorten. 
My chest cavity aches.
I'm trying to find a way out in all the chaos. 
The windshield breaks and i slowly unstrap my seat belt.
I begin crawling on my knees.
Glass carving cuts into my hands.
I say Dear God please! 
Help me. 
My heart beating a million miles per second. 
I find my way in the darkness to the grass and the sand.
I lie flat on my back and tears fall from these eyes. 
Adrenaline has failed me, pain begins to take it's course.
Is this really happening? 
I roll over and stand on my knees.
The pain erupts through my body, and I look towards the stars. 
Cuts across my flesh that will surely leave scars. 
Thank you God.
For allowing me to live through this, it could have been such a tragedy. 
I'm alive, and this will be just another part of a chapter that makes up history.

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Empty Tables

there are empty tables
many empty tables
in this country
and in this 

I sit
and I look at one of them
and wonder
if anyone else feels the way 
I do

when their child tells them
they are hungry
and you have 
no food to give 

and then your child cries
and then you cry
and then they cry 
some more
and then you cry

until finally
you both
just go to bed 
living with a hunger
that does not ever sleep

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Cut These Days To Pieces

Cut these days to pieces
These days that have made me blue
These days of a neverending purgatory
Made to live my life without you

These are hard days my Love
Made to live alone
Alone with only my thoughts
In an empty loveless home

I look beyond veiled windows
Toward a horizon I cannot see
Toward a day when there will be nothing left
Of the space between you and me

Whisper your thoughts to me
Tell them to the wind
Let her carry them to me
In my dreams when you are home

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The Black Mistress

Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Oh, no not me
I'm not coming second to another woman
No woman is coming before me
Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Come get your clothes if you can't spend the holidays with me
You live with her not me
Black Mistress
You want to buy my love when you want please
Oh, no not me
I have my own and I'm not selling my goods to no one but I'm still not cheap

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Some Things Are Just Not Meant To Be

Some things are just not meant to be
just as the oceans meet from sea to sea
tides rising high and low
things always are as they will always be

Some things are just inevitable
like the Sun rising on the morrow
pushing away the solitary moon
basking in her sorrow

Just as the seasons change
Winter always turns to Spring
just as the morning birds do sing
life continues on

Life continues on 
nature stays her course
without any cares for the wishes
of any woman or any man

(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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As the autumn of life drifts in
The lights of my eyes grow dim
With the joy of my years
Still beside me here
There is not much that I will fear

As the winter of my life arrives
My voice will be just a whisper
With the joy of my salvation
Waiting for me at the station
I will in quiet adoration kneel

In my mind spring will beckon me
The baggage  old and beat I'll leave
With the joy of my life just within sight
The constant yearning will cease
As perfect  joy will become complete

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

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Only One Way

There is only one way to see things...
 with an open mind and heart

 There is only one way to feel things...
 with an open mind and heart

 There is only one way to listen...
 with an open mind and heart

 There is only one way to live...
 with an open mind and heart

 There is only one way to love...
 with an open mind and soul
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Song Lyrics

Çok uzaktan geldiysen,
Otur, soluklan, dedi.
Kurakliktan geçtiysen,
Dikenli yollardan,
Yüzünü yalayan soguktan,
Dogrularim, korkularim.

Sorulunca yaniti
Içimizde olan,
Kanimi donduran, isitan,
Bir kalemsen,
Bir bos kagit
Mutlu ask varsa da,
Mutlu son yoktur.

Çocuklugun anilari 
Sirtinda agir örtü,
Üsütendir aslinda
Kis gecelerini
Süre degil anlattigim,
Her seyin sonu

Mutlu ask varsa da, 
Mutlu son yoktur.

ENGLISH Translation:

If you came from very far away
sit, take a breather (rest)
he/she said
if you passed through drought 
through the prickly paths
through the darkness
through the shadows
through desolation 
through the cold licking your face, birth
pain, my trues, my fears
while being asked, (if you are a pencil and blank paper)
whose answer is inside us
which freezes my blood
which warms and stops it 
If you are a pencil
a blank paper
although there is a happy love  
there is no happy ending.

Childhood memories
a heavy cloth covering on your back
which in reality makes them (winter nights) feel cold
the winter nights
it is not a period that I recounted
it is the end of everything
although there is a happy love 
there is no happy ending...

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Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012

My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world

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Communal Tyranny

Attempts at alteration of 
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address

Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit 
And all too often rude

Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being

Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position

I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free

~Camille Rose Castillo 2010

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A Night of Forgiveness

The lyrics of our conscience
United in our wars
The golden words are spilling
When our truth has been ignored

The dark ignites our passions
And death will grant us life
Where fallen statues crumble
The earth reclaims our lies

A future heading backwards
Can strangle every dream
But this inner conflict saves us
As we remember why we breathe

Silent is the city
That screaming voices carve
And enlightened is the child
That hears much more when it gets dark

Our fears have lead to glory
All darkness turned to light
And everything that broke us
Has our sympathy tonight

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Paper-Thin Paintings

Breaking through the darkest night, suffering no more
My dreams are of a deeper place, everything adored
Everything alive, now there’s no such thing as death
Eternity accounted for within a single breath

Walking through an open door, leaving thoughts behind
I drift beyond the maddening love I couldn’t find
Nothing is forgotten, but I can forgive it all
So much truth ahead of me, even if I fall

Flying through the brightest sky, absorbing every sight
Reflections made of paper-thin paintings of the night
A thousand words for every scene, changing them to day
The poetry I leave behind will always keep me safe

Shifting through to higher realms, its beauty washing clean
The ways in which I never could hold my self-esteem
Perspective of the infinite through knowledge I have found
I trust this deeper wisdom to translate all sight and sound

Awakening the visions that have always pulled me near
Rebirth to every corpse of truth in a world dying from fear
An energy envelopes us that asks for our hearts
Discovering that there is more to us was way back at the start

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The Poetry of Shadows

Silence and a stone
A mirror all alone
Shadows on my breath
Stillness seeking life within my death

Vengeance bends my will
The mirror crying still
The shadows hold my hand
Darkness conjures up an evil plan

Attack or break again
Either way’s the same
With horror on my tongue
The shadows claim all I can become

Silence breaking out
The mirror cracked by doubt
A shadow swallows me
The light is gone and I no longer see

Darkness plays a song
My truth now used for wrong
The past becomes today
The backwards child longs to now betray

The silence in his tone
As my screams are turned to snow
Belie his buried schemes
In which the world is lost in his disease

Forgiveness for my tears
Was spent on darkest fears
Now I’m turned to stone
By the shadow-self that represents my soul

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A tale of warning for these times
This world holds more than you will find
Until you stumble into mind
Within the woodland lost inside

As we awaken, into pain
The broken emptiness and shame
We will misplace our brightest flame
The self we journey to find again

In moonlit whispers, we brave the cold
With shadows stalking through the snow
Approaching a forest, so alone
Our spirit guide waiting at home

A wood that’s thickened by this night
Our sadness darkened in this light
We stumble forward, filled with fright
A movement swallowing our sight

Our senses count the crushing beat
A heart of ice beneath our feet
The path is hidden under sleet
These bonds of fear are now complete

Frozen, empty; ensnared by dread
We hear the haunting call of death
The forest living, we now see its depths
Our mind expanding to its breadth

Through hallowed pillars filled with eyes
Through water, fire, earth and sky
Entangled visions unravelling lies
Our fears will fade and sun will rise

In sunlit whispers, we’re no longer cold
Its flame begins to make us whole
We’re through the forest; not alone
Because we never left our home

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Mystic evening

A mystic evening

A mystic evening
There’s silence everywhere
The stars are shining
And I am standing there
As the full moon gazes down on me
This thing enters my soul.
As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole.

My heart is quiet 
I feel such mystery
Something within me
Whispers ‘Let it be’
And everything is wonderful
As I feel a magic power
Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower.

No words can tell the way it is
For symbols they just be
Symbols cannot picture it
This sweet, sweet mystery.

My life be simple
As I gaze here at the night
I feel that moons glow
As everything feels right
Awareness comes on over me
And peace is everywhere.
As life just is, and I am standing there.

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A Thousand Shadows

Broken down by dreaming
Taken by the night
A wisdom that condemns me
For falling from the light

Arrested by my silence
Frozen by this earth
My wisdom sees right through you
The darkness in your curse

Advertise your trauma
The glitches of your mind
It’s not my place to tell you
I’d like the same in kind

The mirrors in my shadow
Countless as I stare
Their cracks consuming reason
I can’t see them, but they’re there

A thousand shadows haunt me
The infinite in one
I hide behind my curtains
Just to see a million wrongs

Broken down by waking
Taken by the day
My wisdom speaks of healing
Until the shadows have their say

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Read My Words

Read my words
Can you feel 
their pain
that like a cross

and you will see
there is NO
inside of me

there is
the pain
of these

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Mouldy Inquiry

What suggestive simile has mould,
Its choice of residence could not be sweeter planned;
Such a perfect timed embrace,
Embedded in the papers flattering embroidery -
So fitting of analogy.
Growing down the wall each day,
A sickly, ill debauchery; 
but yet, it still amazes me.
How it painted such a life-like portrait,
How deliberate it seems to be.
So what of it’s reflective study
Should I now consider?
What of your depiction
Mould -
What are you trying to tell me?

Details | Lyric | |

Dead to the World

Dead to the World…

I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Look at me; I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Just look at me, I am dead to the world…

Say goodbye to a friend that has reached an abrupt end
It’s much more than a job when it has become a way of life
You must see it in another way
Realizing that it’s not your life
And the path ahead is clear and bright again

But look at me, I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Face down; I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Just look at me, I am dead to the world…

All good deeds die with the day and all good days just as bad will end
At the end of the tunnel always bathed in light you’ll stand
The human contradiction in shades of light and dark
The fire inside is burning but still won’t give off a spark

I don’t feel right about anything anymore
Just look at me, I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Face down; I am dead to the world…

You give it all there is to give 
Your blood, your sweat, your tears
And what rewards will be there for you
After you have given so many years to the cause
But a short and cold goodbye, heartless and thankless

So look at me and you will see;
I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Face down; I am dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Look at me; I am dead to the world…

Details | Lyric | |


I'm troubled and puzzled about this life
And why it is this way
Yet I understand sometimes
Why my skies have rain
Why they're partly cloudy
Life gave hurricanes
Not everything about me 
Was the choice of made mistakes

©2014 Honestly JT

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It's Destny

It’s Destiny

It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better      
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys          
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.

Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents 
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this

Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.

Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.

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Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart…

The words are in my head, but I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, we’re worlds apart…

So many years of love between us
So many days of joy we’ve shared
So many countless nights of passion
And now we feel the wear and tear
Can’t see through the wall between us
Can’t live through the endless fight
Can’t survive the pain or pressure
Close our eyes to the blinding light

The words are in my head, but still I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, because we’re worlds apart…

Seen through your eyes or through mine
I believe the picture looks the same
The truth is all wrapped up in lies
And neither of us can hide the shame
Not one of us better than the other
We both can read between the lines
With each day it grows much clearer
We both have seen the warning signs

The words are all within my head, but some things I just won’t say
And I don’t know where to start, we are worlds apart…

Another night of useless struggle 
As you now dream asleep at rest
And tomorrow come the morning
I will arise to another breath
And as another day of endless longing 
Begins to come alive in me
Still another part now weeping
Will fail to open its eyes and see

The words are all within my head, but I don’t know what to say
And I don’t know where to start, we are worlds apart…

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My super power is to control time
I like to think this in my mind
although it can never be stopped 
take a hit of this dank **ed 
and remember **it that you forgot
I can hear the clock 
as it ticks and it tocks
away the building blocks
on the steps towards success 
i climbed to reach the top
enlightenment to me is determining whether my thoughts
are aligned and centered 
on going for the gold to making my life better
gold is another objective of life 
to making things right 
the truth is told at night 
when you cant see the that sneaky serpent creeping 
up behind
as eve takes a bite
of that forbidden fruit
going against everything she was told to do
 the third eye in the sky will always find you
and now we are facing a lifetime punishment
with a bunch of greedy republicans 
making worldwide decisions for our government
we are in for destruction of doom
society never lets us bloom
we are consumed
after being cut at the stem
factorizing us all into identical copies
to turn out just like them
we are all copies of the past generation
placed in a half ***ed congregation
of unfair stratification
loss of  all human to human communication
we have been blinded by these walls
only to be set up to be watched as we fall
they don't want us to see exactly
what is in store for tomorrow
and where we fall
is exactly the placement we were supposed to follow
the minds of the general people are hollow
their pride they are taught to swallow
they are never taught to rebel 
discouraged by the idea that sin leads 
to the road of hell
we are not equipped with the courage
so we let the sin within continue to flourish
like the overpriced wine
from all the grapes that were dying on the vine
get lost in time and become intertwined 
with skeptical thoughts about all external life
start gambling with death 
just for ***its and kicks
the number of the beast is six six six
but the lucky numbers are triple sevens
everyday i still continue to sin
so i too may not be able to explore behind the doors 
of the so called heavens
so congrats to the rats who twisted the facts 
by giving me false information and all those knives in my back
from all the knowledge and wisdom i still lack
until there is realization
the beast lives within
the clawing under our skin
i try to deny his entrance but he still finds ways to creep in
try to show it the way out
but didnt leave without a doubt 
it ended with an intense conversation
and smoke rushing out of my mouth


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The Price

Shivering in silence
Fading in disgrace
I can not name this feeling
But I can recall this place

A kingdom in my nightmares
A vision as I wake
A broken, crying infant
On the throne of my mistakes

I stand outside his city
On the verge of stepping through
The portcullis then closes
Because I’ve denied the truth

Quietly I listen
For the price that must be paid
If I ever wish to enter
I must find something to trade

My sanity seems willing
So I release it into night
Again the vision’s singing
Burning through the light

This time I am crying
Deep within the walls
And in this empty kingdom
A child mourns within his walls

Shivering in silence
Sat upon my throne
With sanity now traded
I am left to fade alone

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I Am Not Afraid

I am not afraid of dying, 
I am afraid of having to wonder 
if I have lived

I am not afraid of living, 
I am afraid of the possibility
of living without love

When shall I know my fate?
Will it be on this side, or the other side
of Heaven's pearly gates?

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Shattered Sunlight

The memory strikes the day
The darkness comes to play
Where everything I say
Is not enough, my sunlight has to pay

With everything undone
No place left to run
Another bullet in the gun
For all I am; for hiding from the sun

A shadow in my dreams
For years I’ve planted seeds
My presence a disease
My perfect plan, uprooting all I see

The darkness calls my name
Your beauty just a game
Deception born from shame
I can’t give up until you feel the same

My memory of the light
Hopes some day that you might
Run away, before I steal your sight

But memories of my way
Now shattering the day
And I would scream aloud, but only for your pain

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Lunar Love

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

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

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Misty Morning

As light peeps through the silent trees
to touch the damp and mossy earth,
the birds pay homage to creation -
singing in sweet jubilation.

While a young fawn grazes peacefully
along the edge of the tranquil valley,
falls an early morning shower -
God in His gentle power.

It is a rain-drenched misty morning
as the dewdrop kisses the blossom;
it is another fresh beginning 
as He rules each living thing.

How silent is the dark rain forest
but for beasts crying from the nest,
fishes splashing on crystal water,
wings fluttering above in the air.

Beneath the sky’s great canopy
is this lush garden that I see;
on this new morning that I greet
comes a renewal of my faith.

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The Precious One

Abort is not the key
It will have you feeling less
Nothing but pain and regrets
Abort is not the key
She or He is apart of you
Forget the other half
As they get older you will have the last laugh
Children bring nothing but blessings if you do right by them
Forget him
You will succeed
It's your body and your seed
Abort is not the key

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Thoughts That Think

Was thinking long and hard about giving up writing.
Convinced myself that I'm a quitter and there's no sense in fighting
To keep the only thing that kept me far from the edge
But I can't pretend.
Pretend that it isn't my Fortress of Solitude 
That's honoured me with solemn servitude.
That it hasn't helped put me to rest, thought and mind,
By accepting the past on paper and keeping it close behind. 

I was thinking logically and analytically 
Because it seems to be the only thing I'm good at. 
Thinking about everything I've seen and everyone I've fought to keep,
They're all gone now, only to be found in memories. 
They say Poets and Artists are the architects of Heaven
And only they know it's the hardest when no one buys what they're selling. 
No one wants to listen and no one wants to see 
Because everyone's so sure of what you're supposed to be. 

But what are you supposed to do when you've dedicated your life to understanding?
When you can empathize with your brother, but your own sight you can't stand it. 
When you feel that there's a missing piece and so the wholes hurting.
Swim out long past the reef and any safety that you keep to do some soul searching.
Days and months fighting fears, love and tears, digging the hard soil.
Only to find that missing piece you desperately seek is hidden deep beneath. 
When you've found the straw that broke the Camels back
Only to find there's a million more underneath.

What are you supposed to do when you follow the chains
Long past the plains in hopes to break the link.
Kill the ties that bind and have held you for so long,
Only to find there is no ball, you were free all along.
And in your days of darkness with no life to sip or sup
All the hands around your back were never meant to keep you up
And all of those who have kept you down will fight to keep you dancing to their beat.
Any impenetrable man once stabbed in the heart, will crumble with defeat.

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The Dark Half

The Dark Half…

Demons trapped inside of me
Released for the world to see
Awakened from their life-long slumber
At last they’ve been set free
My inner rage is the fire that fuels me
My anger seethes from every pore
No longer caged, my desire will rule me
A bloodlust to even the score

I am only half the monster being a man has made me
The other half is like a forgotten dream
Half the monster being a man has made me
The dark half that you now see…

I feel a rage like I’ve never felt before
To inflict pain in a way that cannot be forgotten
Years of suffering over, ended once and for all
Laid to rest with the bodies of those I’ll leave for dead
Call my name and in my own grave you’ll find me
Spark to flame I will rise as you are falling
I can’t explain, not in words but in violent actions
Uncontrolled, exacting vengeance while slowly killing myself

I am only half the monster that being a man has made me
The other half is a forgotten dream
Half the monster being a man has made me
The dark half that you now see…

…In a reflection of the world around me,
I have become all that I have seen,
At times, that which I most despise…
The dark half that lives in me.

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The Periphery

I am on the periphery
On the outside looking in
On all of what has come before
On all the things that might have been

I think about those possibilities
The things I might have done
Would I have made different choices
To change any of what has been?

I am on the periphery 
On the outside looking forward
To the seasons of my mind
To all the joys I may have yet to find.


~ CA Kysely May 9th, 2011

(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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A beautiful thought

The life that flows untied,
The self that grows inside,
The beauty that we search in other's eyes,
Its all present deep inside.

          I see myself in you,
          In these fleeting moments, I see the truth.
          When I hurt you,  I hurt myself too.
          In love with you, as I begin to see, 
          I set my spirit free.

Details | Lyric | |

Passing Months

These past months
have been racing
swiftly racing
toward the dawning
of a new year

The ending of the old
The starting of the new
Nostalgia on the left
Rightous possibilities
abound for hearts to hear

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Well of Insight

Born into accursed sight
Through water leading to rain
The forethought of lonely nights
Brings only tears to comfort the pain

A deepening well of truth
Opposite force of this disease
Even though it just offers proof
To why you should run from me

The echoes of life’s disdain
Whisper as I will sleep
As I beg them to steal the shame
The darkness begins to creep

Two more days and I am awake
Screaming in silent prayer
As I beg myself to forsake
The idea that I am scared

But my suffering leads to more
Through the tears I see again
The isolation I so adore
Is a song that will bring the rain

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The Inevitable Always Wins

I am the earth to your ocean
The shore that you seek
Your tides are a sweet carress
Urging me to breathe

Winds carry you to me
Both softly and rushing in
There is no resistance to you
The inevitable always wins

(May 6th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved)

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The Sweetest Thing

I have found you
My Precious clover
Hidden amongst a sea
Of bitter grasses

I hold you gently
And spread your petals wide
I taste your sweetest nectar
Hidden deep inside

I have tasted your love
And now I know
Why all the Honeybees
Seek only to find you

May 16th,  2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun

Details | Lyric | |

Behind These Eyes

Behind These Eyes…

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind?
Hand in hand with such subtlety
And gale force wind
Trapped for just one moment in time
Within the eye of this storm…

Capture the moment
Freeze frame on the screen
Photographed in still life 
And yet it’s fading like a dream

Time draws its own conclusions
Not much matters for you or I
Good intent has always led to hell
Truth nothing more than a well wrapped lie

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind?
Hand in hand with such subtlety
And gale force wind
I’m trapped within the eye of this storm…

I can’t let go of the image
Its grip is deep under my skin
And the path to the truth is so elusive
That I don’t know where to begin
Should I follow my head? 
Walk the straight and narrow
Or follow my heart
The direct line to the archer’s arrow

Behind these eyes
What evil lurks,
What beauty skirts the edges of my mind…

Details | Lyric | |

Have A Letter Instead

Dear You,

When things get rough I always think of you. The ways you calm me are too many to list and the ways I miss you are too obvious to dismiss. You are always present in my thoughts like you are suppose to be with me even when I don’t want you with me. You, you have a way with words and I love the way they ease between my ears erasing my fears and finding an effortless path to my heart. You never stop amazing me. I wonder sometimes what would I do if I lost you. Devastation. Humiliation. Deprivation. Reckless Endangerment. I am finally settling on the thought that I may need you here. 
The first time we met I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever been allowed to see. I could barely focus as you took me completely by storm, you made my coldest places warm and for that I thank you daily. I remember looking you over trying not to make my stare obvious. Your skin was perfect, like it had been custom blended only for you, your voice tone was almost too low but I challenged myself to not miss a word, and I didn’t. The thing I noticed, that I love the most about you was the way you took extreme care with me, like from our first initial touch you somehow instinctively knew to go slow, move slower and announce each entry. I tried not to love you that day, but I walked away haven already made a copy of the key that unlocks my heart…and I gave you the original to make sure it would work. Now I wait for you to use it...and now I question sometimes if I should change the locks. Except when I see you, I only want to remove them for you so you only need to walk in, but I must watch you make that move on your own.
Just love Me

Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable

Details | Lyric | |

Hold On

I must hold on to the idea 
of goodness in the world
 For it is the only thing
 keeping me out of the abyss
There are those
 who would love to see me fall
 But my heart and my hands 
hold my destiny
It is not for others
 to decide my fate
 It is up to me
 To hold on

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

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Love Yourself First (Edited Version)

(Verse 1)
Calling to you from out of time
Just wanted to say
So sorry for the younger days
All of the mistreatments

(Verse 2)
Things I did without disgrace
Knowing now I was so wrong
Learning to understand many mistakes
A beating heart without trust

Before insecurities rap around tight
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before a first impression shows your epic life
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before confidence disappears into a shadowy night
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

(Verse 3
Tenderly your heart to me 
Carelessly I set you free
Anger and guilt followed me
My heart has been swimming frantically

(Verse 4)
When love comes to stay
Just like a tool it too has a rule
Before dreams slip away
So many times asking why

Before insecurities rap around tight
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before a first impression shows your epic life
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first

Before confidence disappears into a shadowy night
Become friends with yourself
Love yourself first
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself first

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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within

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Time Well Spent

My thoughts, not like what can be written on paper -
A paper so thin that you can see through,
onion paper, yes,
are not worth citing still,
they are just empty words, like yours
or others that resemble someone like you.
No need to feel "oh, so insulting"
just think on matters more convincing -
like the matters of retirement,
or ending some beloved engagement,
where of course, you and I mattered not
enough to be heard by someone just like us,
where tears are waters enough to fill
all the wells in Yorkshire, or the seven seas.
So what exactly are my thoughts, as if they spoke of 
volumes or of super heroes
that would revive the emptiness that is living.
Refuse me, please, you have your own
decisions and contentions to displace,
but all the words we speak are
windows to the human race.
Even yours.
So though you fret in lonely silence now
alone with laptop gleaming,
or sitting in a library while
someone more important breathes behind you
for her turn -
Remember, we are all sitting in front of some
media-bleeding device, be it our mouths, our radios
laptops, or campfires.
Think on what I've said here in deep reflection,
if you think your own thoughts are important enough
to prove that mine are as well.
What do you think, when alone with your thoughts ~
Are they real?
Or do they speak the level-headed cruelties of
politicians and spokespeople for some soft-drink?
Truly, I say to you all ~
Breathe in.

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Tied to a life, encumbered by invisible chains:          
Commitments and responsibility,
Obligations to colleagues and family,                          
Conformity to society’s morality,
And everything else that constrains.

Alone in a crowd,  surrounded by invisible bars.        
Nothing to say—nobody wants to hear.
Already been there, might just as well stop here.    
Had enough of arguments, conflicts, strifes, and wars
And everything else that leaves scars.

Is there a reflection when I look in the glass?                  
Are there footprints when I walk on the grass?
When I pass a light is there a shadow on the wall?       
Does my life leave a trace or am I invisible?

Did I turn left, when I should have taken a right?         
I’m on a road that I don’t want to drive.
Is this all there is, just trying to survive?	                     
 I’m in the dark and feel like I’m buried alive,
And barely remember the light.

Was there a reflection when I looked in the glass?     
Were there footprints where I walked on the grass?
When I passed a light, was there a shadow on the wall?       
Did my life leave a trace or was I invisible?

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All on Me

All on Me…

I can’t help but feel the strain
Of the weight of a world I created
Can’t mistake my inner faults and guilt
That I have fallen way too short
No serenade can I sing to you
And of that I am ashamed
No resolution and no compromise on the position I am in
No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me
Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me…

Can I right the wrongs that I’ve done each day
Can two wrongs make a right of me
Can I face the failures of my past
Or of this day right here and now?
If the mirror reflects the shadow or the light
And if I’ll remain a part of the picture, we’ll see
I am short on definition
But long on words that paint the picture
Feeling like I can’t move from day to day…

I believe I must align my heart and mind as one
My body and soul right behind
They must follow suit, they must fall into line
It may be my last chance at life…and it is high time we stood to live!

No resolution and no compromise, I cannot sacrifice our needs
In the end it is all on me
No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me
Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me…
I have to ask, for how long will you believe in this dream??
Because in the end, I want it all to fall on me…

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Cold Season

Cold Season…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But it doesn’t know where to begin

I watch the leaves as they’re falling
Changing colors I watch them twist and turn
Turning to the ground, I’m gazing back into the sky
To feel the frost; just as fire, burn…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
To me it seems the clouds are falling
And I’m wondering where I fit in

I see life through a picture window
Unpainted glass covering the expanse of the frame
My unobstructed view of the trees bending in the wind
Wondering if the view will ever change
Or if it will ever be the same again…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But frozen, it doesn’t know where to begin…

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The Pawn Folly

Sand-like cliffs reaching up as towers
 thier sole purpose, but to measure hours,
 feels a though I'm stuck in a cage
 resulting in more visitations with rage;
There's not enough drink to fade it away
 and too much left to quit it, today.
 A good woman could help me put it down
 but, there doesn't seem to be any of them, around.
Gravity's pulling just as hard as she'd might
 and, the extra pull, has brought upon us, the night;
 and, just as noon can coerce the dew to fade
 night got real lucky, bartering for trade;
for day's sky and night's sky yearned for folly to be
 each dimension's signature for eternity;
 pawn folly was divided into both these domains
 giving birth to split issues, and more difficult planes.
But, on l keep trudging, as on l must go
 who'll win in the long-run, believe l'll never know,
 l've donned my best hat and, my only warm cloak
 but it's hard to realize that I'm the butt of the joke!

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When The Winds Danced

When the winds danced in the fields
I could hear you calling my name
You chose me just as I chose you
That one piece of golden wheat
That stood out from all the others

(May 13, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

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Thoughts of you

You occupy my mind
two souls now intertwine
connections undefined

A once weary existence
altered through persistence

Written in the stars
through all time and space
you occupy my mind
in this hidden place

Destiny attained
through mystic fires of flame

Fires burn deep
you occupy my mind
even in my sleep

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Invisible Monsters

The shadows in my dream
Burning through the leaves
Shadows so disturbed
They break me from the good that I have shared

Scraping through the day
The darkness likes to play
Livelihood now gone
Leaving every place where I belonged

Tear me inside out
The shadow starts to shout
Betraying all I need
I pray for strength to lift me off my knees

Darkness in the air
Enveloping my care
Replacing all I say
With quiet paintings whispering this pain

Underneath these screams
My shadow and my dream
Both would claim my soul
But either way the world would eat me whole

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Broken Orbit

Never enough to give me life
Money, a future and a wife
Even the beauty of the world
Isn’t enough to save myself

Drifting and lonely ‘til the end
Honest reflection of this hell
Always I wanted to deny
That I could not save my shattered mind

Never connected to this earth
Always in pain for what it’s worth
Even your twisted little smile
Was too far a distance to redial

Bring me a reason and a soul
My mimicry needs to be made whole
I just can not do this on my own
A reason evades this broken drone

Just give me compassion and the right
To get through this horror, let me fight
Instead you will burden me with loss
Because I just can not meet your costs

Always once more, and once again
The world I reject will do the same
I can not do this all alone
But this is all I’ve ever known

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Lyric Advice

Hide, Hide
Deep inside
All those things
That drive you wild

Hush, hush
Not a sound
Of the secret
Love you've found

Cover, cover
Keep the passion
You discover

Dream, dream
A steady stream
All the things that
Make you scream

Touch, touch
Reach and touch
All the things 
You crave so much

Kiss, kiss
A gentle kiss
To the ones 
who bring you bliss

Sip, Sip
Take a sip
Of all the things
That wet your lip

Burn, burn
Ignite and burn
With all the things
That make you yearn

Glow, glow
Release your glow
In waves of light
That let love flow

Sigh, sigh
Let out a sigh
For all the things
That make you fly

Eat, eat
Be quick to eat
All those things
That make life sweet

Seek, Seek
Play hide and seek
With the ones
Who make you weak

Feel, Feel
Wake up and feel
All the things 
That make life real.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Just thinking

Just thinking

I’m sitting, and I’m
About the way life
I have earned my
share of karma
I have caused some
I fought a war in
And I’ve seen some
good folk die
And now at almost
sixty five
I watch life pass me

It seems the worlds
gone crazy
Too much push with
nothing gained
With ambition always
And causing so much
With strokes, cancer
and heart attacks
Affecting more and
And every where one
looks, it seems
There’s another
bloody war.

You know, It’s just
ain’t right
All these burdens
caused by man
The world is going
Better stop it while
we can.

I’ve been poisoned
by my country
Such sweet democracy
Now my body breaks
on open
That’s just the way
things be
But it seems I’ve
suffered all in vain
Cause, those leaders
never learn
They’re leading us
straight into Hell
Where all of us will

January 2008.

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Yester year grievous
brought events mischevious,
fulfilling fate malicious:
my worst fears,
my nightmares vicious;
I was oblivious
to how cruel life can be.

I suffered
soul turned cold,
heart in flames,
my existence- all in vain.

I withstood
all that came
and still waited:
come what may.

My heart burned,
my soul froze
my ego died.

I awoke
coming to life:
yet emotionally indestructible.

No pain is painful nowadays,
no trouble would bother me,
no emotion may hurt;

The sacrifice was cruel,
yet it became fuel
for my new life.

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You Are The Color

You are the color
In my bleak Black and White World

You bend my rays of light
And do so without a sound
You are the ripples
In my otherwise untouched pond

You are the wind
That causes my earth to become undone
You are the song in my heart
That otherwise would have gone unsung

You are the flame
That has lit my fire within
You are my desire
From which there is no end.

You are the color
In my bleak Black and White World.

(May 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Sweet Sorrow

“Close your eyes and think of me” the end is almost near
We’ve stood together righta along through for oh so many years
The kid has gone, I lost your hand, yet, I see us, oh so clear
memories, all those memories of you and me my dear.

The porch swing’s a swayin’ like it did “when you were down and out.”
And the radio’s a playin’ and the guitars strumming, oh so, proud.
It’s almost midnight and the train’s whistlin’ though the clouds
I’m thinkin’ of you baby and I’m sing our song out loud.

“So let it out and let it in” let the tears of sweet sorrow end                 
Let me hear your voice baby, I’m tired of that strummin’ mans grin.
My guitar man, we had our chance, so, let your sweetheart mend
return to your one and only for this last bit of pretend. 

Gotta go baby and that “makes me blue” sorry just don’t cut, true 
But, I know I’ll see there up there in heavens holy queue.
I made mistakes and you made yours too, now all we got is blues
But, I have my memories dear and most of them are you.

*Carol King
*Simon & Garfunkel
*The Beatles
*Randy Travis

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Journey Through Fear

Sense of protest under skies
Of inner silence; external lies
I seek protection from within
But still I have to leave my skin

No more spirit in this life
The more I travel, the less I like
A mortal sickness eating love
Too blind to witness the things above

Inward vision appearing weak
More outer strength is all they seek
Destiny and fate entwined
I fall to question what’s in my mind

Sensing darkness in disguise
An inner noise that lacks the light
In desperation I now fade
Another victim of dying days

No more breathing for better things
Only acceptance and fitting in
My nightmares seep into the earth
I have no power, and no true worth

A dream of falling into skies
I am the silent - a wraith in flight
The world I see behind me lost
I wake to protest what I have caught

I asked a question, it opened doors
Experienced the fear we’re taught
I am wakeful, it’s all I need
More understanding is what I seek

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The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away

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A Lonely Room

Screaming from shadows cast aside
The sun drifts away from where I hide
Such darkness echoes through these halls
Such painful reminders upon its walls

Walking alone I count each room
Containing the memories I now exhume
Such life I seemed to once portray
Such naivety begging to be betrayed

Dreaming beyond the steps ahead
A place I no longer dare to tread
Where weaving ghosts call out my name
Where whispering demons discuss my shame

Desperate to flee and hide once more
But numbness has struck my empty core
Such reason to no longer be
Such painful surroundings envelope me

Calmness as I traverse these stairs
Darkness ahead, but I don’t care
Ghosts welcoming me home
I slip into bed, and I’m alone

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I'm Sleeping Outside

I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat 
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)

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Doubts on Leaving Home

How will I know if this day is right for me?
I have waited oh so long to do what needs to be.
But, is the first step, the best thing, for me to do?
How will I be able to know if… all will work out true?

The first day is the hardest, but what will happen if I fail?
How can I continue forth, if everything is to no avail?
There will be no back up as I stand there all alone.
What, oh what, will happen when I am on my own?

The world is so frightening, at the very best of times.
How can I know that this… is really the right time?

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Turning Towards June

May is exhaling 
her last anticipated breath
And turning her face 
towards June
June, sweet June, 
The perfect month
For all loves to be consumed

When all those who have loved
Become fast lovers
When separated twos 
Pledge to become eternal ones
Come what may
Never to be undone
One always loves a lover

But this June
that will not be me
I am still waiting
still waiting to see
Waiting to see
What if any
my love will come to be

Oceans still stand 
between us
And although our love 
feels as full as star-filled skies
There is still no he and I
No he and I together
Under the star filled skies
Not this June

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Save Me From Desperation

It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation

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Soul Intentions

Have you not embraced the thought,
What would happen if you did this?
If you let down your guard,
Wanted the crime,
Not the punishment?
Do you know what frustration is,
When the answer slowly comes?
Did you not want to live,
Enjoy life, and be loved?
Did you not see that coming,
Yet you planned it differently?
What happened?
The wrong thing;
Should there be a better ending?

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Judgment day

Judgment day

In thinking about that dreadful day of judgment
I wonder if it’s really like they say
Will it come down like a jagged fork of lightning?
Destroying everything that’s in its way
Is judgment day the way they say?
Is judgment day the way they say?

When the stormy weather comes
Just watch the way the river runs
Flowing fast to reach the blessed sea
Trusting in its fate, its destiny
Is judgment day the way they say?
Is judgment day the way they say?

Is judgment day a piece of power play
To stop the flow of love within each day
Does the fire await in the end
Well even if it does
You can just relax, my friend.

This game belongs to you, it is your treasure
Get lost in it, eternity is here
When pain and pleasure melt, the one, the other
And everything it seems so very clear
Is judgment day the way they say?
Is judgment day the way they say?

Written in 1990.

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Meaningful Screw You's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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If Only

If skies could only hear my voice
And if I ever had a choice
To choose my own way of existence
I would observe life from a distance,
I`d change my fragile body for 
The shapeless wind outside my door,
I`d trade my heart, give up my mind
And leave my thoughts and cares behind,
To breathe sweet freedom every day
And see the world a different way.
While flying through the deserts, oceans
I would get free of all emotions.
No boring sadness, troubling fears,
No life`s addictions, aging years.
Just peace and calm would be my friends,
A quiet dream that never ends.
But in this life of glee and sorrow,
The one i have today, tomorrow.
I `ll walk my journey till its end,
To feel, to wonder and pretend,
That happy moments are worth all
I `ve done and paid to reach my goal.
And in this world both odd and strange
I`m meant to be, to make a change.

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Loving Creatures

The path to happiness is gone
Blocked by the darkness where I belong
Its face a beautiful deceit
Its lips bring my wisdom to its knees

I ache for horror to betray
What’s left of my senses, I simply pray
For passion burning through my thoughts
And in her embrace I will be lost

Her eyes: the mirror of my warmth
Reflecting on surfaces of frost
I barely understand my place
That I am an object for her to waste

My tangled reason can’t recall
The thought of a future where I can’t fall
And I will crawl as I turn back
Into the darkness within my past

Her words have torn into my mind
This orbiting creature has her claws inside
And now I spiral to the start
Cutting her out, she’ll take my heart

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Stolen Light

Blurry dreams that can’t replace
The darkest nightmares of your face
Another dying word untold
Replaced by fear in hateful mould

The lustful way I burned my skin
Upon the alter of your sins
The gazing truth that pierced my heart
The way you smiled now torn apart

And everything you ever were
The cold pretence of loving care
A black widow beneath the sheets
My poisoned soul makes you complete

Your icy touch has broken me
Draining my vitality
All that’s left in love and hate
Are deadly dreams I can’t sedate

As I crawl through all your games
My shattered mirror shares my pain
And as I look into my mind
I see your darkness in my eyes

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Dusty Love

Kaptain Kundalini

Those unloved, and void of lust
Stagnantly covered in the dust
Waiting to be wiped with thrust
Smoot veils, they’re on the cusp
Of being just one more swept away, unnoticed

Like ancient texts forgotten too
Gone unseen, closed eyes rue
Held in limbo till he says the que
Halted, cold tangled up in the blue
Til’ you stumble upon the dormant love, inside it

Don’t fear what’s been left alone
The empty fields, no one roams
Better than the infested clones
Fruitful minds, now full of bones
Of those who skipped the dusted roads, to fit in

While those that scoff at others
Hide slick lies under the covers
Yet they call eachother brothers
Are trained to bark, hate hovers
Under a clever guise of misguided love, they created

So if you see a book rife with smut
Years of despair in a constant rut
Beguiled of the dustiness in glut
Though beauty lies inside it’s guts
Withhold judgement till you brush the dirt, from your notions

The pages glow, dust now gone
Has been there waiting all along
Yet took the ever slightest prong
Each word bellows a saintly song
That wakes the sleeping eyes to see, the beauty.

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The book of my soul

“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst 
not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth.” John ch 3. vs 8.

In a plain bound book
I tattoo white paper in blue
Then wrap myself in this shaman’s cloak
To fly with the eagle to a sky renewed.

I sing words salvaged from the press
In the intervals of Te Deum,
Stolen from its church,
Sung so only its melancholy shines.

Pärt turned to church and tradition
Amidst a century of horror,
And I turn to these conjured spirits
In a world polluted by podcast trash.

Inwardly, I turn – not without question.
The simplest words are sewn with elaborate doubt.
But into the image of inwardness
I dive deeper, and there find reasons to go on.

In the mandalas, strange mazes, of this book
I encircle, tame, and then hold fast
The sound of the blowing wind.

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A Frozen World

Breaths of fleeting laughter
Violently commence
But hopeless hereafter
I wade through this pretence

A smile that hides their scheming
A shadow with a rope
As they embrace me coldly
Their darkness binds my hope

All that’s left of courage
Can’t overcome their lies
As their silent words will haunt me
Closer if I tried

Boldness left unsheltered
My heart spilled on the streets
This icy world consuming
Whatever’s left in my defeat

But breaths of silent laughter
Now open up my eyes
Their fears did not consume me
And I can see beyond their lies

Somehow I am smiling
And suddenly I’m free
The sun delivers wisdom
And the fearful now retreat

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Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue

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Playing that Ovation

black slick 
acoustic difficulty
for minds that show teeth
defiant stand
serve as road block

in the way of raw expression
bullheaded you
self made doubter
lover of fail at yir' right hand 
tripping over what's left
notes chords
waiting on deck for launch
beside yir'self with holding back
beneath hard crust 
molten lava pops
and subsequently maneuvers
right through the bullshit
to seep through
porous walls you've built
so get busy playing  that Ovation
and channel some of that pent-up guilt

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Victory's Dance is Over

Shimmers falling through 
The panes of twilight glass
Finds the shadows 
Facing this sleepless man

Lying deep within lives limbo
His world of nothing
Algorithms in his head
Echo silent sounds of dreaming

Outside he hears…
The earth
And her struggles
Just for breathing

Beneath the sirens
Of the far away night
Blood stains like rain
Running in gutters of city streets

It’s the last time he remembers
If he ever had a real friend
Because death is always…
Just days around the bend

And in his ears...
Heart beats throb on and on
Shallow like drum's rhythms
Reminding him again, victory’s dance is nearly done

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My songs

My songs.

To put my feelings out in song
And make it known ‘I’m here’
That’s all I ever want to do
All my hopes and all my fears
And all my loves and petty hates
And everything about me
I want to put it out in song
So very endlessly.

I don’t want fame within this life
This would be misery
I just want to write my words
So when from life I’m free
Some folk will listen to my songs
And hear just how I feel
I want to leave behind a tale
Of a man who’s bold and real.

So I will write down endlessly
The many thoughts that come to me
And all the things about my life
About my love, about my wife
So many folk will know that I 
Did bloom before I chose to die.

My life it be an endless song
Sometimes right, and sometimes wrong
I live it like only I can
The tale of individual man
So when I die these songs will be
A celebration, sang by me
Or wrote on paper bold, and clear
So part of me will still be here.

5 November 2013 @ 0502hrs.

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This is how i live

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

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

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Daydreams By Night

Daydreams By Night…

It’s half past ten and I’m wondering when 
The big picture will include me
It’s on my mind nearly all the time
This full-scale dream of me with you
And yes, I want to change the world
Make a mark and still be free
To walk with you, talk with you
For eternity share this dream…

I’m off again in another frame of mind
Strange illusions in the sun
Before my eyes, overshadowed by my cries
Is the need for understanding
It comes and goes, it swells and grows
My desire for universal acceptance
At a reception so memorable
Be that it is fit for a king…

It’s coming at me in full color
It’s toned down in black and white
I’ve had daydreams in the evening
Now I’m having daydreams by night
Under the starlight, having daydreams by night

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I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 40 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
 and bites her toenails ev'ry night just like you chewed on mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a green Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in the front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.

She brought her uncle home with her from work the other night,
and her uncle and my cousin all got drunk and had a fight.

She got locked in the bedroom with the meter readers dad,
and they had a lot of fun all night, but I felt awful bad.
He took her home with him a while, but she wouldn't stay,
I wish you'd come back home to me, and run her away.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

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Looks like I'm at the end of this bottle again.
Seems like cigarettes are my only friend.
Newports, no shorts, they're still never long enough.
Man, staying here never felt so rough. 

And I'm back to about a pack a day.
I'm just waiting for my lungs to cave in or give way
To a breath of fresh air, yeah that would be cool,
But once again I'm just a hopeful fool. 

Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and 
Sometimes I wish I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just way more time and

I never thought I could drink so much.
Comfortably numb I've lost every touch.
Maybe someday I'll climb out to the top
And find some new ways to every stop.

Maybe someday I'll be out of my way.
Find someone to give me the heart to stay.
Maybe someday I'll be at the top of somewhere
Because down here in nowhere I know that nobody cares. 

Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Yeah that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and 
Sometimes I wish that I could just go.
Runaway, find a place that I've never known.
Man that would be so nice.
Think it out, write it down, and scream it twice,
But for now I'll just waste some more time and

I've finally had it with dreams of out there.
With my bottle and cigarettes I'm lost in Nowhere.

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Loving Monsters

I wake to comfort in disdain
A monster I don’t want to tame
Incentive aided by her name
The spiteful creature known as shame

All the pleasure I will seek
And all the horror I will wreak
The chill of knowing all too well
I want my life to become hell

The burning ways I seek to end
This underlying competence
For seeking a final way to break
The curse that took my breath away

My spirit trembling at my feet
In silence underneath its sheet
The monster I was to defeat
Became the creature known as me

With all the endings I create
And all the knowledge I retake
I can’t replace the name engraved
In my heart, I take this to my grave

She’s a monster, but in her eyes
I too am a creature in disguise
And beneath the thousand burning lies
I will love this creature until I die

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I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around 
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere 
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow 
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that 
causes me to be insane with so much shame.

Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the 
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.

Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is 
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of 
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?

When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating 
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight 
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

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Exist in Dreams

A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do
So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you
This dream is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
The song is picking up speed, so it’s follow or fail alone

A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side
The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide
This nightmare is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
But this song still hasn’t stopped, and so you dance alone

You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm
This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond
This path is all that exists, and the only way to go
Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you’re not alone

The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes
But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry
This life is all that exists, and the only way to go
The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone

A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies
Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights
So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be
Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see

The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down
The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown
The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain
And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came

To dream a light shining out for all the world to see
To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be
To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams
To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity

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Nobodys Friend

Nobody wants or needs me
Nobody hears or sees me
Nobody cares if I live or die
Nobody knows if I exist at all
For I am Nobody’s Friend

Nobody thinks about me
Nobody calls or contacts me
Nobody asks if I am alive or dead
Nobody believes that I exist at all
For I am Nobody’s Friend

Nobody listens to what I say
Nobody hears my thoughts
Nobody speaks ne’er a word
Nobody cares that I exist at all
For I am Nobody’s Friend

Nobody can hear the things I do
Nobody senses that I am hear
Nobody regards me as a threat
Nobody thinks that I exist at all
For I am Nobody’s Friend

Nobody will know until the end
Nobody can now see my face
Nobody even feels my presence
Nobody realizes I exist at all
For I am Nobody’s Friend

Nobody now sees me as I am
Nobody except he who made me
Nobody can stop me and my plan
Nobody but the Father and Son
For I am Nobody’s Friend

© Eugene Harvey

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Fractured Universe

Soulful, refracted replies
Strike the sun; reflect in my eyes
The layers of pain punished within
Judgement ends, just to begin

Cycle through the spiralling keys
Unlock the doors that tragedy needs
Watch the world gather in force
The mirror’s arms reach for my cause

Held too close, by aching demand
Fickle lies become mountains of sand
Held too close, we turn to dust
Spread upon the truth we encrust

Soulful, refracted denial
Strikes the moon; reflecting the miles
I walked through pain, all in my mind
The judgement ends, so I can find

The truth of self, beyond this world
Where shadows fade and everything’s heard
The truth of all, within my heart
Where light now grows and the universe starts

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Flu By

Just one breath,
Comes in my window
  And runs along the comfy blankets;
Just one breath,
Rebirths my nostrils,
  Clearing up a clouded sea.
Just one breath,
Brought back my spirit
  Lying in my mattress casket;
Just one breath
Of midnight vapour,
  Returned a little life to me.

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On the Wagon

On the Wagon…

I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon 
The power stored within my mind…

Cleaning up the act
Facing all the facts
When you were burning you know you couldn’t see
Removing the blindfold
The truth is seen and told
Now you’re cooling down and fighting to be free

You’ve got to get away
Find someplace to stay
Immune to temptation as it looks for you
Start it once again
The beginning of the end
You’ve failed to see all that it has yet to do

I’m on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
On the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…

Look straight into the mirror
How do things appear?
Can you make out through the haze, the bloodshot eyes
Remember the times you said, that’s it?
All those times you’d never quit
Can you, yourself, live with all of the lies?

I am on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With his breath of fire always one step behind…

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The Lucidity of Time

Witness the veil of lucid time
Asleep to awake, again to find
The moment always slipped away
The vanishing act of this present place

The word devoted to unwind
The threads of despair that intend to bind
The ways we now want to forgive
To the lack of a voice in how we lived

This moment offering reprieve
Upon realisation that what’s perceived
Is pain from pages burnt at last
As we fear the future will return to ash

The void within what we disturbed
The passing of anger never left unheard
The deepest loneliness we struck
More incentive to burn before we read the book

But witness the veil of lucid time
Asleep and awake, as we dream our lives
Between the past and future’s route
This moment exists if it is for truth

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Untitled #349 / "Let love guide the way"

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

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Home is on the Inside

They say home is where the heart is
And I have to say it’s true
But if there is any who are confused
Here’s how I can spell it out for you

Home is where your first steps are taken
A home is where you say your first word
Where your momma and daddy hold you tight
And just wait for that moment to be seen and heard

A home is not some distant faraway land
A home is what is inside of you
Where you feel like a free woman or man
Where you can be who you want to be

That is how I can explain it all
And if you do not understand I’ve at least tried
To explain to everyone of you
That a home is what is on the inside

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Until I'm Consumed

Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
Won't you take all of me
Until your image in me 
is all you see 
But You won't take what I won't give 
And my sin won't die until You live
Inside of me 
I feel I'm hangin by a thread
This old man just isn't dead
I keep reviving him instead of trusting You
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
And when my day comes
To an end
And I look back at where I have been
Many roads I've traveled
Sure took a wrong turn now and then
I need You just as much right now, as I did back then
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
Let there never be a doubt
That You changed me from the inside out 
It was only You all along
I could never be that strong 
On my own 
Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
Until everything in me
Looks just like You

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Burden of Hurt

The pain runs deep into
Affliction of the moon
In nightmares lead astray
That carry on into the day

And all I can pretend
That I am on the mend
When shame and hurt reveal
It’s only courage that can heal

The pain runs deeper still
An infection that could kill
And so I hold myself away
In loneliness I pray

And all my dreams are gone
As I spiral through the wrong
Where the only thing that’s true
Was the time I spent with you

My hurt claims every depth
It wants my every breath
My hurt leaves me unknown
It leaves me all alone

Yet the darkness of this place
Will still not ever turn my face
And though the pain will steal my mind
At least my soul can never die

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Lack of Life

Numbness, a quality I purge
Just to acquire the truest hurt
The weight of nothing to believe
Is nothing beside this failing need

This conflict summons up my past
Again I will fade, and simply laugh
This madness more a pointless game
The more I insist upon my pain

At least I feel my own end near
At least I exist for hatred’s fear
To wake up finding I’m unknown
Finding this child will die alone

Numbness again, I beg and pray
To awake in the future, to a better day
Where all I was could turn to light
Shine in the pain of the darkest night

But all I am is made of loss
My will is reborn to repay the cost
And back to numbness I will drift
Repent then awake, and again to this

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Smeared Mirror

Looking dead at me 
in this smeared mirror...
a lost man tormented; 
face red, brittle and teared

less excuses 
longer I stare
stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection alerts me,
"this prison is my fear"
longing for an escape 
and answers to why I’m still here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 

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A soldier in Christ’s army, seeking truth and peace,
     my assignment is to offer compassion and hope
          to all whom I may help through prayer.

*Entry for Rick's "Mission" contest

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Darkness Evaporated


Blue forever
Precipitation flying
  Soaking up the Earth’s hate -
Till bursting

Her tears drench the earth
And feed her helpless


Into His tormented soil
Filled with vermin
  Destroying every breath -
Till Bursting. 

 His Hate rises…

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The Soul I Sold ---:2

If I seem down
forgive me

frowns I carry around
live in me

you may say,
ya' see right through me

your words untrue,
renew me

the hurt I’ve learned
brews in me

if only you could
re-design me

take time rewind,
refine me

recreate the mold, without lies I’ve told;
give back the soul I sold.


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Lightening all you have betrayed
Enlighten the darkness in your brain
Illuminate all you can perceive
From contamination to disease

The voices of hunger will remain
Seeking the power to obtain
A grip on the things that scare you most
To weaken your spirit; to be host

In times of wanting, and in greed
Your first reaction was to feed
Hammering fear in to your heart
Causing your senses to depart

Strength over others comes from fear
Igniting the wars that keep it near
A shadow that sneaks in to your soul
From birth until death you are its goal

Exercise consciousness and thought
Look beyond everything you’re taught
Analyse selfhood and reveal
The bravest ambition is to feel

Forgiving the people that betrayed
Knowing their darkness and their pain
Become the light you need to see
Feel it in all those you set free

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Surrogate Reality

Dreams of an ancient city
Collapsed in darkest light
Seen by those who witness
The beauty in our sight

The cold ambient welcome
From dissolution’s heir
Fixated on our silence
As this city starts to stare

We hold to all our reason
We focus all our will
But danger seeps toward us
Holding our hearts still

Draining all my patience
Seperating friends
I wake into this nightmare
In a horror that won’t end

A flicker of remembrance
A daydream I forget
In the corner of perception
I see the darkness set

In my dreams this city greets me
I scream until it fades
And in wakefulness I’m poisoned
What did the city say?

An ancient creature stalks me
Threatening my worth
This monster keeps me silent
In a city we call Earth

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Victim of the system

Victims of circumstance, sick sins a certain glance into a man morality. 
Which wil work in advance for our children given a chance 2 think for themselves. 
I lurk entranced my hurt enhanced by the very mention of no u can't,
Gotta stay positive, wen in france!
Criminal intent with subliminal insence. Sex in the air, a minimal event. 
A miracle is sent. Don't mean to be synical but this intrical event has lost its purity but my cylindrical sense has brought me full circle on this tyranical trend.
Grip the situation the power of manipulation has preceeded this titavation. 
An invitation to my inspiration on this hour an integration like mutation its time to proceed with mutalition. Futile!? Patince. Demonstration of concentration all it takes?...
Please believe I'm a man of reprieve. Mind went walkies im on the retrieve finally recieved? we being decieved on a bigger scale than u'd ever believe, relieved on the day tis concieved; breathe a deep sigh like oh good grief, teeth any opinion i dare 2 reach...

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Redemption Song

I spent half my life buzzed
pulling stings with my cuz
day dreamed of being kings but our status never budged

mainly because we was rarely sober
drinking E&J with soda 
trying to sneak a toaster in the Ponderosa (local club)

I been in bar brawl where chairs are thrust and bottles busted
if cut with an adrenaline rush it makes the blood gush

it was all fun and games
till I lost my cousin Dwayne
clouds form over my life and under my eyes it rained

intoxicated for months, planning retaliation
listened to the Lord for once,searching for salvation

I quick drinking cold turkey, cant stomach the taste now
I trusted the  Lord and its working, I cant believe my lifestyle

I went from stereotypical thug life risking my freedom
to client representation, suit and tie meetings

went from nightmarish hell to heavenly dreamer
stop straddling the fence and landed  where the grass was really greener

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Here In This Place

If Jesus walked through those doors today
Would you have a kind word to say?
Would you need more proof?
Would you be loving one another
Or judging your brother
In what you think to be the truth?

Well, Jesus is here in this place
I can see Him in your face
You are a temple in His Kingdom
He lives in all who believe.

If Jesus came and sat down by you
Would you be thinking what else you had to do?
Would you give Him place?
Would you be embarrassed to praise His name
Cry Holy and thank Him He came?
Would you know His face?

'We don't want to miss our blessin'
Lord, help us learn this lesson.
Open up our eyes and let us see.
Help us 'love one another'
Don't let us judge our brother
Before we talk about another
Set us free...
'Cause Jesus lives in all who believe'

Well, Jesus came through those doors today
He waits to hear what you have to say
In that neighbor next to you.
Will you choose to do the Father's will
Or sit in your seat very still
Knowing Jesus sits so close to you?

Now, Jesus is here in this place
Can you see Him in my face?
I am a temple in His Kingdom
And He lives in all who believe...
Yes, We are the Temple in His Kingdom
He lives in all who believe...

Jesus came through those doors today...

~by deborah burch 4/10/2006©

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Lonely Travels

Frail and weary of this walk
Turning around just asks for more
The burning truth that holds me near
The mirror is screaming into my ear

A nightmare waking to this place
Expressions of horror upon my face
Hidden to save me from the scars
Of seeing my hurt deliver harm

My eyes adjusted to foresee
A broken existence beyond the trees
The love that made this world a dream
Turned into loss as my mirror screamed

All passion spent on seeking loss
To forget what I’ve seen, at every cost
All silence victimized by sight
The loneliest visions to twist my mind

And all the reasons I exist
Slipping away, in to the mist
And all the love I can not spend
Holding me close, in an empty bed

Frail, weary, broken still
Awareness and knowledge will not refill
This heart that chaos can’t repair
As I journey alone throughout despair

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The Heart rues jarring shock 
The Heart palpitates in anxiety 
The Heart skips in emotion 
The Heart reels in passion. 

Soothing words gladden the Heart 
Joyful words enliven the Heart 
Jovial words bring laughter 
Pleasing words bring smiles. 

Laughter a desire of the Heart 
Happiness a feeling from the Heart 
Goodness the Heart craves 
Fulfillment the Heart yearns. 

Music food to the Soul 
Satisfaction tonic to the Mind 
Achievement esteem to the Body 
Care inalienable to the Heart. 

True Pleasures the Heart Really Covets

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Blood-Drenched Paper

Wordless and pitiful, this fool can’t deny
The emptiness hollowed out deep in my mind
Nothing will redeem these broken thoughts
And nothingness is all I have, I’m so damn lost

I can’t remember how to sleep anymore
I can not recall the taste of oxygen or law
Only the blood that was spilled from my mouth
As I choked upon the words that threw me down

How am I still living without my heart?
How is it that I can stand when I fell apart?
Truth is that I am gone, deep in the dirt
A place where I can not think; where I’m safe from hurt

I can’t recall a way to speak anything
That does not remind me of every single thing
The dry blood across my skin will not be washed away
And whatever else I try to hide has stained all I say

Collapsing into a mess upon the kitchen floor
Fearing to even walk out of my bedroom door
The sun burns away every place I can cry
And the moon delivers another thousand lies

How can I ever hope to breathe and sleep again
When every single breath I take turns dreams into pain?
The stains of blood are punishment for all that I said
And nothingness has carved your face deep within my head

Wordless and pitiful, the things I will write
The deepening eternity of every lonely night
The broken thoughts accompany a song that always plays
I’ve lost you forever, but this music will remain

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A Defining Moment

A Defining Moment…

What is yet to come may very well prove to be,
The defining moment in our lives
The next and possibly last chapter
A defining moment in our lives… 
Is it the answer to my prayers?
Have we reached the gate to hell?
What awaits us come the morning
What awaits after the tolling bell?
The rising sun, it is sure to come
But will it have the strength to save the day
Or will the dark clouds rise, please rise
And make me fight to light my way…

What is yet to come may very well prove to be,
A defining moment in our lives
The next and possibly last chapter
A defining moment in our lives…
I can’t believe some of the things I’ve seen
Can’t believe I may be part of a solution
What have I left; but for my soul redeemed
A survivor of the persecution?
I needed to change to see a change 
Paint a vision shared by all
I close my eyes, I sign the cross
I hold on tight and pray

But I know tomorrow brings with it
A darkened sky…
So still, I will hold on tight and pray

What is yet to come may very well prove to be,
A defining moment in our lives
The next and possibly last chapter
The defining moment in our lives…


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Children with Masks

Broken in your shadow
And lost within your light
The child who chooses ego
And the man who wants to fly

Embracing every sanctum
Which enshrines your dying cause
To be the one to save you
And forget those scars and sores

The love you now desire
The only good you've known
Will end with how it started
In the pain that you have grown

With loneliness now clinging
Your memory rotting out
You chase the same old reasons
That will make you scream and shout

Your heart now lacks forgiveness
For what you have become
The spiral-end of nothing
Mistaking blindness for the sun

A visage of perfection
This man is just a mask
It reflects your hate on others
As the child selfishly attacks

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Social Survival

A world of burning purpose
A life of freezing rain
Safe within our shadow
And dead within its game

A ghost that buries fortune
A corpse that digs for gold
Between this endless cycle
There’s nothing to behold

A thousand different faces
A faceless child stares
Each a mask I’ve crafted
From everything I’ve heard

The screaming of your nightmares
The whisper of your dreams
Strangers in the distance
I know what crawls beneath

A million different people
A faceless child cries
An infinite collection
Of souls for my disguise

Welcome to survival
This social masquerade
Our stolen features dancing
To the death within this game

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A Masterpiece of Wrong

Wear the change, as though I know my mind
Be the same, conditional to time
All a game, only when I find
It’s a post-regretful flaw in my design

In my head, this urgency of truth
All is said, whenever I can prove
Silence fed the silence in my groove
But when I fall into this fall I’m moved

On the ground I place my little pawns
Bordered mounds, the battle rages on
What I found within this hateful song
Is a masterpiece that never could belong

But if war could turn to peace then I would fade
To fight for all I am is all I say
When war becomes the earth then I am strong
But if it fell to naught then I am gone

If I could change this earth then I’d be wrong
Though I’d be right to complicate the song
Without the cause, the cause could not evolve
And without night, the day could not absolve

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Empty Words

Moving along in the heat
That has defined my life
I don’t believe I’m done
Cut my throat beside my empty words

I saw your face deep inside a thought
Reminds me of the battles we once fought
And the lesson that I had been taught
That I still try to pretend isn’t there

But it seems as though it’s almost been a century
A hundred years since I’ve married the thief
But it could not matter much to me
Since my prayers traveled on hot dead air

Moving along in the heat
That has defined these wars
There’s just no way I’m done
Spill my blood to wash these empty words

I’m only brave when you’re far away
To fantasize about my way
But I see it coming, I can see the day
Where I can walk without my fear of you

If you came running, I can’t say what I’d do
To take you back or stay away from you
I know I gave my firsts to you
But I’ve got my pride to help me through

Moving along in this heat
That will define my past
I can’t say when I’ll be done
Take my life to birth these empty words

Take my hand, it’s gonna be a rough ride
Through passion, and all the things you made me hide
My brain is twisting and my sight is clearing
And my memory’s dimming and I can’t see what I’m fearing

Moving along in this heat
Forever defining
I think I’m almost done
Born again inside these empty words

Moving along in this heat
It’s all I’ve ever known
I pray I’m almost done
Speaking once again these empty words

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Falling To Pieces

Falling to Pieces…

A little more cliché just to make it through the day
Because there are no new ways to say the things I feel
I believe this is an ending 
But I have yet to see the new beginning
Or am I even faintly aware
Of whether one will start as the other finishes
No how or why, no when or where
But I believe an end is coming
Because I am falling to pieces…
The crack in the mirror
Reflects an image of me, to myself as I’m
Falling to pieces…

Hard to find the time to sort out in my mind
All of the wrongs now right and all of the rights now wrong
No doubt we are at a crossroad
And for now just plain standing still
The calm before the storm
And the weather can’t seem decide if it wants to change
No how or why, no when or where
But I do believe an end is near
Much nearer than the new beginning
And I am falling to pieces…
The crack in the mirror reflects the image I see
And it is me, as I’m falling to pieces…

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Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**

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The Journey of Consciousness

Dreams lost in lack of sense
A lack of knowing where it went
Into the maelstrom; loss of sight
Machinery that stole your light

Fumbling through quiet noise
Mimicry evading choice
Everything within your grasp
When you don’t see beyond your clasp

Stubborn nightmares leaking through
The water rising lets you choose
Standing tall when you can’t sit
Your prison granting this privilege

Conscious reason comes to aid
Escaping from this shallow grave
The first revival, so alone
The sun revealing the dark unknown

Many paths, all are one
Soon to shape the dark beyond
And through the journey you will find
You were guided by your own designs

Experience is breathing through
Sharing truth to let us choose
A wakeful state to gain insight
Accept that pain can strengthen light

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My Love, My Love

My love, my love
I know, you know where beauty lies
Deep within the mountains
Hidden within stormy skies

In places few have been to
In remote and barren lands
Many journeys seldom seen in a lifetime
Although many have claimed that they have been

In the chill of coldest Winter
Your heart provides strong heat
My love lives strong within you
In my thoughts I can feel you breathe

My love, my love
How much beauty you have seen
You have climbed the highest mountains
You have scaled the highest peaks

You have slept amongst the clouds
Closer to God, than closer to man
You understand power and majesty
Unlike the many who think they can

You have carried my heart within you
Seeking beauty far and wide
You have seen me everywhere you looked
Both by day and in star filled skies

My love has lived within you
In your every thought and deed
It has been in your every moment
Even in death it will not cease

Our love will live in those mountains
Both high and far below
It will live upon those glaciers
It will thrive in the coldest of snows

Just as the mountains stand before us
Just as what is, will continue to be
Our love will never diminish
In whatever God has made beautiful
That is where our love will be...

(April 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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Into the Flame

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume
And Autumn broke the soft the cocoon. 
To avoid the winter freeze, flying next to beautiful wings.
Why can't I have any of these things?
At least a Moth can pretend. 

Oh the cold it makes you shiver.
Abandon gold and all the silver.
All around and all in one place,
Connect the patches on my face.
Could it be rugged is my only friend. 

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes. 

He said "You have heart kid remember that.
I never want to see you where I'm at.
This I hope you never know, believe because I told you so".
I wish that you could let it go; cry for me if you can.
Shedding a tear won't make you less a man. 

We drank as laughed of better days,
All while holding cups in fists if rage.
We know that life's this way, but oh why can't it change. 
In a lot of ways we took the blame, so far apart, yet the same.
So cry for me if you can.

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume.
The northern winds came all to soon.
I don't recall what was the case, but their wings they couldn't lend.
At least a Moth can still pretend.

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I lie awake at night and I can’t fall asleep
Recounting every single detail
Of my life that’s passed and surely can’t be lived again
Mistakes I’ve made and never learned from
I stare in darkness at the pictures on the wall
Waiting for their stories to unfold before me
But I don’t see a thing, nor to hear a sound
Only the gears in my mind that keep turning

I watch the clock each night and track the time
As it changes and nothing within me moves
Dreamless again the ceiling always looks the same
And death, in my mind can’t be much worse
I need to change the way that I see the world
Or turning my back should I walk away
Too many people in life that I simply cannot face
With motives of self and no one else’s needs

I find again that the night is not a friend
But a wolf in sheepskin, staring, lurking
Waiting for the moment when it may pounce and feed
On every weakness that lives and breathes in me
Heart and soul and in every breath I take
I feel the torment tearing through me
And I can’t free myself from the awful truths
As I am lying here waiting for the death of me…

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Mother's Point of View

I cry every night but I don't know why.
I wait for my husband in solitude until I hear the doorbell ring.
It's my husband!
I guess we'll have a bite or two.
I open the door and it isn't him.
I start to cry but I don't know why.
I've done my fair share of crying but as my friend puts her arm around me, I start to
shiver and weep even more.
My daughter my daughter! I want my daughter back.
It's been too long.
She couldn't even see her little brother graduate from eighth grade.
My daughter. My poor daughter can't even see her kids.
My beautiful grandchildren may never see my mother's radiant face.
I can still hear her, " Honey, don't be afraid but I may die before too long."

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Down Hearted

I know that there is something
you have on your mind.
why don't you tell me
exactly what's wrong?
I know that you suffer
pretend to be strong.
Crashing and burning
your wings fall apart.
Can't help but to notice
your eyes show the pain.
You wrestle with notions
that make you insane.
You stare at the curtains.
You stare at the floor.
So we look into nothing
that's shown from the door.
We ask cause we to
to help find a cure.
It's not a bother
just talk when you can.

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Lying on a truthful table;
  Clinging like three-day-old food 
To pots, 
Still scrubbing,
Oh, still scrubbing
Off debris --
You are to me,
  A lie wrapped up in honesty.

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Thought It Was Right

 It's a funny thing  we have in this relationship we call love ,
I know this one thing for sure and  that it was not from above.
   Struggle as we may day after day week after week,
Doesn't seem to matter we can never reach what we seek.
    In my heart I know what  I have felt for most my life,
Forever it seems I have wanted you to be my loving wife.
    But there's always been this small wedge between  you and I,
You just were unable to stop yourself from telling me lies.
     Oh there were days that were so good and felt so right ,
It always changed before we had ever reached the night .
     A very sad thing to see hop[es and dreams fade away,
Nothing left but to remember those wonderful  days .
     Still I believe in relationships that are filled with love,
The ones that are truly made by the hands from above.
       So much will be lost  and will never be recovered ,
But  there will be so much  more gained with a new lover.
       A far cry from what I had dreamed my life would be,
Yet I will continue on in search of a love meant just for me.

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Sunken, rekindled; redefined
Remind me of something, before I find
It’s always a cycle, in my pain
Began at nothing, begin again

Over my nightmares, through these walls
Within the ashes I am called
One more commandment I must write
Within the plague of my respite

Broken recordings stuck on pause
Of all that’s around me and who I was
The silence refracting this damaged mind
Reflections are choosing my design

Seething within me, in every breath
An understanding of what is left
And through this knowledge comes lost things
I now feel the silence that you sing

Suddenly nothing becomes what’s right
Witnessing lifetimes within a night
And now what is true reveals my pain
A dying interest for personal gain

The newest revision to my wounds
Defining the vision that now blooms
Through the darkness comes the sun
A climbing perspective to what will come

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The Candle, the Clock and the Cold

Lost in this awakening
The waking of the end
In a vision of beginning
In the sight that I depend

And all the riddles save me
My suicidal self
The only truth inside this
In things I’ll make unheard

Like candles for the sleeper
Like dreams for the awake
I glide outside the window
In a place you will forsake

Forever up and counting
The time it takes to fall
To climb back into breathing
To know the pain in yours

Awake within this ending
The coldest place there is
Alone for every lesson
And lost with every kiss

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Gould's humming

In the first aria he begins to hum.
This is the trace of true art and magic.
At one with the music but different and beyond. 
An hors-texte someone might say.
I ponder the enduring nature of this experience, 
this ghost of the artist, 
unbidden, improvised, unscored, not even beautiful, 
but it becomes what I listen for each time:
To search again for the traces of the dead in our lives. 

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Hole in the Wall

Hole in the Wall…

I feel like crawling back into the hole
Back in time, back in space
Into realms of no emotion
When feeling is lost on an expressionless face
I want to run, just never stop running
Away from here, anywhere
Anywhere away from this place, nowhere at all…

We are bound to live sacrificial lives
But isn’t everyone who lives and breathes
Like lambs to the infamous slaughter
We are falling to our knees
But I am speaking in a singular form
Speaking only for myself
My love, my longing for life
Goals I have set
Plateaus far from the norm are so hard to reach
I have often fallen short, fallen hard
Like now…

I am losing sight of distant visions
Storm clouds obscure the sun and the haze clouds my head
Uncomfortable feelings deep within me
Weighing me down, they are as heavy as lead
Calling out to me
I respond without caution or care
Never stopping to realize
In the dark; waiting, you must constantly be aware
You cannot afford to compromise your beliefs, 
Or your strengths for anything, nothing at all

All of this, through the hole in the wall…

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The New World

Hearts dripping deadly little lies
Even the heroes did not survive
The sins that trickled from the web
The dust of our worth now all that’s left

A reference to the shallow depths
Sneaking through as the cities slept
Riddles and chaos flirt unseen
Our earth now sinking into this dream

Despair for all that now remains
A glowing abyss we cannot name
The darkness closer every day
The heroes that rise are lead astray

Newborn rejoice for all they’ve known
Going so far as to call it home
They dance upon the graves of truth
As coldness lays claws upon our youth

The spirit brazen to have survived
The nightmare now shaking some to life
These twice-born children wake alone
This world of monsters is not their home

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Fit of Rage

Fit of Rage…

Can’t control your conviction
Over the exact order of things
Won’t second guess your emotion
To sacrifice your needs
But then the line is strayed
Your uncharted course
Time after time you scream out
In a fit of rage…
Oh, Oh, Oh, in a fit of rage…

It all seems so simple
To see things the right way
If we’re open to compromise
And mean the things we say
And it seems ridiculous
That certain things must happen
I’ve had it up to here and I’ll scream out
In a fit of rage…
Oh, Oh, Oh, in a fit of rage…

…I try to talk myself into believing how things have to be
Attain the unattainable, constantly achieve
Pushing to be as one, unlike any other…
I’ve got to scream out, in a fit of rage

My eyes are deceiving me, a blind man in a cave
Feeling for an answer, eternal freedom for a slave
Years, I said years of sacrifice and self-inflicted pain
Now, before my eyes a lifetime
It is my hope all was not in vain…
Still time and again I’ll scream out
In a fit of rage…

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Memories and Photographs

It's time for us to play a game
Where the first one down wins
And I thought you were an angel
So I forgave all of your sins

The memories and photographs
Are caught up in the wind
I attempt but can't recall
The last time I have sinned

So we put our love away
Like a read book on a shelf
I even let a stranger in
To help me find myself

The memories and photographs
Are fading every day
And this game has never been
That much fun to play

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Run To The Light

Every now and then a day comes when I just can't find the light
And I feel so dead inside
But I just can't run
I want to believe 
But I don't know what's left in me,
Lord I just can't run
So with all my might
And with what strength is left inside, I run to the Light
I run to the Light
And my bones are frozen cold
There's no life left in my soul
But I can't run away because I've no where else to go
Here I sit alone and crying
Afraid to live yet afraid of dying
Can I trust in someone that I can't see,
And I want to believe
Can You help me please?
There's no place that You can't find me
No place on earth that You are blind  
To this darkness in my soul that I try to hide
So with all my might
And with what strength is left inside, I run to the Light
I run to the Light
Then I come to still waters where You have always been
And in spite of all my sin You still call me friend.
You wash my soul with peace 
And my fears they melt away and I believe . . . 
That's good enough for me to face the brand new day
So with all my might
And with what strength is left inside, I run to the Light
I run to the Light

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I'm A Goddess

I'm a goddess
My flow is unspeakable
Not too many situations are infeasible
A goddess
I'm surely irresistible
Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible
A goddess
I'm gracious always
A real stand up woman the woman she don't play
A goddess
Courageous in all ways
Up against a man my heart will outweigh
A goddess
A woman with intuition
A passion for life and the quality of it's condition
A goddess
I'm a woman authentically
Progressively complexity, I love my femininity

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Around the Corner

Does foreshadowing have the upper hand on paranoid anticipation? Take a left on Friendship Avenue. When need is greatest, see who runs fastest; cherish those who remain. Make a right on Family Boulevard. So many young faces; where did elders go? Even Neighborhood Drive is less friendly now What became of those who gave it character? Have they moved? No Mr. Rogers on this block. Beaten down by relentlessly spinning wheels, Grim Reaper Street remains. Once hidden, now vivid when you round Memory Lane. Only thoughts for companions as Father Time chimes incessantly, bridging the past, present and future. An empty way station waits at the end of the line, when secrets around all corners finally are revealed.
*Written October 11, 2014

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Revived in the Rain

The lightning in my mind
To pierce through the night
And now I can not hide
The truth has come to light

The failure of a man
The child had to demand
Collapsed in glowing rain
Conducting every shame

The walls have crumbled down
Revealing what I found
Before I looked away
Truth empowered by the day

The night could never last
As long as I could ask
What have I now betrayed?
When will I be okay?

There was nowhere I could turn
Nothing left to yearn
No way could I try
But now it burns my eyes

The lightning in this storm
Unveiling every form
Silhouette of what is gone
Breaking into dawn

And everything is known
Beyond the dark below
The rain reveals the flow
And the fallen start to grow

The lightning through my heart
Reviving one more start
Awake and now at peace
The light has pulled me to my feet

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It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart

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The Journey of Your Song

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

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Power to the People

"Power to the People" doesn't mean anything but realizing your inner ingredients are dignified and can be displayed through your physical

When one realizes their own innate potential

The impact of togetherness will become a desire & the want to lead from a group of encouraging individuals

"Power to the People" isn't indignant 

Unfortunately most minds don't use their full divine thought process to create a group of social independence

So when the mind hears "Power to the People" one automatically thinks revolt

Instead of Hope

Although after hearing the phrase could be tactically convincing

However the word phrase may need clarity

"Power to the People" can just mean a One Republic Calvary

We as people must realize the importance of unity 

Its sad we sometimes disenfranchise ourselves & misleads our youths to believe segregation creates a better financial opportunity

When truly separation genuinely disintegrate   

"Power to the People" withstands against evil leading from a divided class of one oppressing the next to misuse trust

"Power to the People" is to help us gain reliance

Because when political regimes establish laws conveniently offending the people


"All we got is us" 

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Consecrated Grounds

Clinging on to silence
When there’s nothing to behold
In the mirror of this earthly
Visage growing old

Beneath what now just lingers
In this quieting despair
There lies an open graveyard
Begging for your care

The flowers here are wilting
All the children turn away
And in that I am haunted
There is no such thing as play

My voice sings of confusion
When I ask for your embrace
Instead I speak of lacking
And why it’s you that I should blame

Now alone beside the mirror
This old man is close to truth
And as he fades into the nightmares
He recalls what stole his youth

Stalking through the darkness
A passenger of pain
“It is I that haunts this graveyard”
And then he spoke his name

Awake and overflowing
With the senses I thought gone
The old man in the mirror
Is now a child with a song

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It’s funny how it goes
Some days I just don’t know
Whether I’m coming or where I’m going to
And today is one of those dark spots that I know
I’m evolving into their eternal bleakness
With not much hope left to hold me over…
Until tomorrow

I can’t wait for my salvation
Release from self-condemnation
Guided by beliefs that have no bearing here
On the outcome of my life
Whether or not I am judged by a higher power
Is not a principal I can count on
As reciprocation for good intent is non-existent

I bide my time in this world
Unable to prevent the inevitable
I ride my rhymes through this world
Only to prolong the inevitable
When in the end
The inevitable comes for everyone

Everything can carry over
From one day to the next
From one life into another
So who is there to tell you whether or not, 
Right from wrong…
Just because you think of greener pastures
Doesn’t mean that you will find them here
Or there…

When you need them now
To help fend off the inevitable
The time is now
If I am to put off the inevitable
Because in the end, the inevitable comes for everyone

Is this the end??

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Your power lives inside of me
Because the love you give I see
It is the motion in your ocean
It is the quenching of your potion

Only you could set me free
Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra
Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God
Only you could set me free

You are the reason for my living
Everyday thank you for giving 
You cried for me, you died for me
You saved my soul, thank you oh Holy One……………………………………….

Your power lives inside of me
Because the love you give I see
It is the motion in your ocean
It is the quenching of your potion

Only you could set me free
Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra
Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God
Only you could set me free

Sometimes I lose my way
And take the road astray
I’m just a human and a sinner
Nothing perfect, not a winner 

But I’m working to get better
I sing praise to you in this letter
You gave me life, you saved my soul
You gave me strength to make it thru this all 

Your power lives inside of me
Because the love you give I see
It is the motion in your ocean
It is the quenching of your potion

Only you could set me free
Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra
Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God
Only you could set me free

You are the reason for my living
Everyday thank you for giving 
You cried for me, you died for me
You saved my soul, thank you oh Holy One……………………………………….

Written by Leah J. Chesser

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Your Highness

Executing the realm of beauty,
puncturing your torturess soul
while the sinister truth exemplifies purity,
the kind you lost along the way.
You can't see that longing,
you can't comprehend that willingness-
the deepest form of revenge-
And with the success,
all that surpasses is the crooked
unreliable action,
a pretense definition that karma is mandatory.
It moves me how such a belief holds,
totalitarian regime.
Your highness,
I'll bow to you once more,
one more adieu
and passing by.
But after not one
but two steps away,
you are no longer existent-
like the leaves evaporated by the snagging wind-
wrapping its arms around the oak's leaves-
sucking out the poison of the leaves,
as they drop one
by one.
one final time.

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Cardiovascular Bait

The breeze brushes against an oak,
up the veiny bark and passed the lark,
Frictional rapping of leaves breathe to life
a thousand voiced whisper-
the softest bellow echoes
across the wild grass
Sweeps against her hair,
a sea of shining brass,
and enters the labyrinths
into a soul spun of broken dreams,
an empty web of rips and holes
and sodden, sullen gleams
Unraveling thread from her sleeve,
attaching bait for one last wish
her heart dragging from a string
so that she may catch
a fish.

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Silent Symphony

Silence came to pick at me
Mirrored my hypocrisy
Selfless greed I pleaded then
The fearful need to then repent

All I am and could have been
What I was and should have seen
In an instant through my mind
On my knees the glass will shine

Reflections singing of a soul
Through the darkness light is shown
A symphony of quiet sounds
Through the silence I am found

What is gone has stilled my dreams
What’s to come will stifle me
A deeper hope that I can be
Everything I need to see

A moment in the mirror’s past
A thousand years to see at last
The only truth beyond this walk
The loving place we always sought

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Search For America

Written April 6, 2014

Pack up your things
Place them into boxes
And load them all into the car
Cause we're headed off in the morning
To sail off with the sunrise
And coast off into the night sky
Over open fields of rye and wheat
Through rain or shine
Snow or sleet we will find
Our way to a new home
We're off on our search for America

As days bleed into weeks
We're peacefully sailing 
With the wind on our cheeks
Rest your head, while I sail you can sleep
While I cruise under Pink Moons
You're dreaming to Astral Weeks
They remind us of home
But sound more and more foreign
As the rain keeps on pouring behind us
But the sun continues to shine on the 
As we continue on with our search for 

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Identifying Dreams

Slipping into a burning dream
Within the silence, within disease
The past and future undeclared
Proclaimed a reason to never care

Witness nothing in this place
The secret emptiness of space
Beyond my portrait; past this night
There hides a passion to kill the light

Sliding into deserted shame
Within the nothing, within the pain
The ways I see you in my mind
Leaves such hatred left inside

Witness only the thing I am
The creature no-one understands
And through the painting of my soul
This grand illusion will only grow

Fading into the broken scene
The monster carving this burning dream
Solely focused on painting lies
Its eyes absorbing my dying light

Soul now shimmers, wakes my heart
The creature crawling into the dark
And every monster I’ve ever been
Is purified by the truth I’ve seen

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It is better to dare than hide

"Shall I hold back my hand
    from the rose,
        because of the thorn?"
But the carpet is red
    that bears the feet of them
        that have trodden down the grapes;
Laid before those
    who held not back from life
         because of death! ...
It is better to dare than hide!

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As the frozen air touched my skin
Shuddered I with sense of Dead,
Being heart and blood cold in sin
Recalling my decisive day’s dread.

The silence grew more than silent.
A hushing sound roamed around.
Whisperings caused soul’s torment
As the tiny rabbit chased by hound.

The sounds audible yet unheard
Being wordless yet only in vowels.
The hurling violent winds stroked
The senses as the wavering bells.

The silent sound broke by dog barks
As if marking the presence of Death
Who called me or summoned in Darks
Of eternity that is buried beneath.

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Vultures In The Valley

Vultures In The Valley
Nick Rush

Scavenging every square inch of the field, nothing makes them stop or yield. They are the ones who scour the valley, they are the ones who creep in the alley. They are the ones who can smell from afar, with the others they shall rally; awh the vultures in the valley, I won’t let ‘em get to me. 

They wait ‘till the deed is done, then clean up the mess when the race is run. They are the ones who stalk in the alley, trying to add a few more to their tally. They are the ones preying on the poor soul, tiptoeing throughout the valley; awh the vultures that surround me, don’t let ‘em get to you. 

They strike when the iron’s cooling down, scraping up what’s left in town. They are the ones who ravage the helpless, never do they fail in the process. They are the ones cleaning up for the real crime, gravedigging for their bosses; awh the vultures take the losses, the killers are not shown. 

So when you see the vultures, prey on a victim of your culture, know that they are just the ones who shoulder all the blame, as the forces above are set to conceal the actual culprits name. So when you see, below the trees, the vultures in the valley, you are missing acts 1 and 2; only catching the finale. See beyond what’s shown, don’t let ‘em fool you too, the ones above the vultures, want you without a clue.

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When I Grow Up Daddy...

When I grow up Daddy…

I want to be just like you
Analytical and strong willed
Better than Isiah and Magic combined
The most mystic magician when I’m handling the pill
You remember your slang, don’t you…
“On the court I’m cold, Bam,” and my favorite “you dig.”
I remember it like yesterday; you know –
Doing our own thing every other weekend
You were that holy grail of knowledge
And I was hooked, receiving it again and again
You delivered an answer for every need
Even when my needs were more wants and desires
In an almost ominous passion
You watched my trials and tribulations transpire
When the flames of life burned too hot
You snatched my ass from the fires
I love you for this

When I grow up Daddy…

I want to radiate strength and character
The same way you did when faced with your most
Trying feat
I hope to stand tall and honorable when –
I am judged and sentenced on my responsibility
Will I look my son in the eye and say the tiring cliché
“Don’t do as I do, son be better than me”
Or will I improve upon the man I am, by correcting my
Transgressions and exhibiting
The true character a responsible father should be
I pray for your wisdom and resilience
To recognize my mishaps, correct them and return to better form
Mistakes are keys, in the continued pursuit to perfection
With each generation perfection’s standards
Are altered and thus reborn
The values you taught in the past are my moral foundation
Some were perfect and some were some-what flawed
Presently for those, I am making alterations
Hopefully, I will instill a more responsible and updated
Version of values for our next generation

Daddy I have grown up…we are similar but very different!

{This was written a few years back when}

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The Infamous Finger


Their are some-things'
That I don't like to linger
But, I was sleeping
Last night...
I am a great big dreamer
I got up out of my bed
In the middle of the night
I went to my desk,
To get in the Inter-Net sight
I know that I am not
The smartest thing
I'm not really bright
But, I saw some-thing
If bothered' me all night
It was some-thing
That the browser
Did, It stuck in my head
I was looking on the sight
For Jerry Springer
And you know what that
Browser did///
It gave me the " finger'
I am the kind of man
I'm meek and polite
Not the kind to start
A fight...
But, wrong is wrong
And right is right
But, that darn machine
It gave me the finger all night..
Now I wasn't mad or really scared
But, I couldn't find any-thing
That I wanted, so
I went back to be....
Their were thing's about
That. that I really dread
Because that " Nasty Incident "
Kept sticking in my head..
Now, I don't mind you giving
Me the finger....
But, don't point at me
And on that thought
I will let it linger...


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Being alive is joyful

Who has never felt grief
When a small gesture would have helped
but it has ,unknowingly, been with held?
How many people have the imagination
to guess what's in your mind,
And to embrace you rather than push you away?
No-one,No-one.No-one knows.
No-one knows these numbers.
No-one knows these names.
No-one knows how many feel diffident,
Nor how many feel shame.

Being alive is joyful!
Being alive is pain!
Being alive is all we have,
We'll never be alive again.

I look into your eyes today
I sense your shame and woe.
I look into your eyes just now
And tell you that I know,

Being alive is lonely.
Being alive is good.
Being alive is pain indeed
For flesh is not like wood.

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Dark Arts

A shadow pressing on my mind
The weight of this world; the death inside
A darkness willing to let go
I’m holding it close so it doesn’t grow

What of the soul that can not rise?
I know that it could, if I only tried
All truth is swimming out to sea
Its monstrous depths representing me

Such silence questioning my dreams
Her face is now gone, but not the pain I weaved
A tangled mess of things to come
My shadow in love with defeating the sun

The darkest passions undeterred 
A gift of the night that can’t compare
Such mastery of broken hearts
A treasure to end, and a joy to start

A shadow breaking through my soul
A whirlpool of pleasure, before the huge black hole
These tricks the darkness plays so well
Awareness the key, to avoid being compelled

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Midnight Bliss

Midnight Bliss..
Clouds In Silver Mist..
The Cool Winds Kiss Blades Of Grass..

Midnight Bliss..
Counting Lists Of Fiery Shooting Stars...

Midnight Bliss..
 In Awe Of Darkness, Like We Use To Do..
I'm Never Alone,
As The Moon Wolf Howls...

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On Golden Wings

On golden wings I go and do not know,
What treasures lie so greatly in the sky.
Questions linger on the lips;
A pink- no red, which now would be perverse-
To shatter bliss with preposterous sound!

Oh, I am bound,
Bound for light’s unspeakable truth,
So shut my mouth shall stay,
Until I may just lightly place a foot upon a cloud.

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Christmas - It's Just Another Day For Me


It's just another day
Another day for me

I won't get any presents
I won't sit beside a lighted tree

It's just another day
Another day to try and survive

Another day to try and find food to eat
Another day to try and stay alive

It always seems to be just another day
Another day to try and do my best

Another day to hug my children
Another day to pray to God to help me rest

Christmas is just another day...
Just as previous years have come before

Another day to sit and wonder
Where I'll be, when I don't have a house anymore

It's just another day to think about
Where and when things went all wrong

To wonder if all of our elected politicians
Care to see what is really going on

I am just an average American
who has always been just fine

But without a job to go too
I've fallen below the poverty line

I don't want to be here
I don't want to lose everything I own

I want to be able to afford the Internet
I want to be able to have a phone

I want to be able to have a car to drive
I want to able to go to work

I want my children to be safe and warm
I want to have some money in my purse

I am sick and tired of all of my days
Being unproductive and the same

I am sick of sleeping hungry and cold
I am sick of not knowing where I am going to stay

I am sick of my life being on hold
I don't want to have to live this way

So Christmas is just another day...
Another day for me to see

All the things that I am missing
Another year my children won't have a tree

But another day to love my children
The bright spots in my life

Another day to go to church and pray
for those who are living just like me
Those who are still living
Daily with my strife.

(December 23,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) 

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

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I Walk in His Garden

When I was a child, I expected lots of toys left by Santa Clause on Christmas Eve.
And planned to find an Easter Basket with candy and colored eggs every spring.
The Tooth Fairy visited when I lost baby teeth; all of those things I did believe. 
I had no idea fantasia spread around by people to whom my love did cling.

When I was a teen, I began to dream a scene, eagerly awaiting my adult vista.
A boy and a girl in love, each firmly trusting the future with hopes and naivety,
Anticipating passion while cutting paper hearts decorated pink and fuchsia.
Aspiring to have a good husband, lots of money, education and a family.

When I became an adult, I struggled to find myself, my faith, my own viewpoint.
Possibilities were endless, chance and fate stepped up to life’s plate.
Decisions, sometimes blind and difficult, intruded; life had no checkpoint. 
Gradually, childhood plans mutated; soon, prospects and dreams abated.

In time, I found that in the process of aging, possibilities are still endless.
Life and dreams function, not by probability, but by goals and decisions.
Achievement came at last, by finding focus and goodly principles; God is ageless. 
My inner soul rejoices in freedom, with burdens lifted, I His garden.

© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Jagged Edges

                                            I had once walk this earth naked and broken
                                           With my eyes I could not see
                                           Finding a vein in my heart with the pulse of life
                                           I no longer walk in the way of deceit
                                           I was drifted to the jagged edges of my world
                                           and the earth taking from under my feet
                                           Arrows of truth killed my sorrow
                                           Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is to come, and
                                           today I'm at peace.

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In You

Shimmering and sparkling in the 
very thought of u! Transformation in 
motivation, with u thoughts 
renewed! Dancing in essence to a 
soul so beautiful it'd be a shame not 
to rejoice! Lyrical praises, and 
cerebral orgasims! No matter near 
or far u are. . . I get in ya! Over or 
under, licked fatal shots to my 
heart, held captive from the very 
start, yeah... I get in u.

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Hey Bartender

Written 2010

Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car

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I Wanna Go Home ( Tomorrow )

Declarations of Independence
Shadows of rock on roll
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Exchanging love letters 
and dirty looks
I love you
and History books
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Sell your soul
Save my skin
Rock and roll
and violins
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tell me lies 
and take them back
Hide and seek
and fade to black
Show me yours
I'll show you mine
How are you?
I'm doing fine
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
I'm still here standing still
Take the hill
It's time to kill
I want to go home 
I wanna go -

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American Industry - American Dreams Long Gone

America always used to be known
For her thriving Industry
But now that all seems like a dream
A wistful dream from way back when
A time before the New World Order
Made slaves of honest men.

It used to be fair wages
Fair pay for an honest day’s work.
People could live the American Dream
Your job gave you everything you needed
Jobs were plentiful and abundant
They weren’t being sent to countries overseas.

You could work towards owning anything
Life wasn’t just a daily struggle to survive
Life was enjoyable and everything it seemed
You could be anything you ever wanted to be
Employment gave you a feeling of success and having good fortune
It gave you a sense of inner pride.

You could have a house, a car, a family
You could accomplish and own something before you died.
But those days seem to have disappeared
They’re a memory that seems long gone
Just like American Jobs and Security
How long can this go on?

(December 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

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I, the Leviathan

‘Twas all thy impropriety,
For, I hung upon your neck,
Desecrating and withering away;
Wrenching you to your cessation.

In your breathe, all I can be,
Is a repugnant, vile leviathan.
Something so contemptible,
I’m merited to tribulation.

Contrite, I could never feel;
Not for you. Not ever.
Heedless, there’s too much to spare,
Within thy tormented subconscious.

And love nor adulation,
Could ever I bestow,
To any such a human,
Within this world a’ low. 

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The Temple

Awash in darkness and disguise
Mistaken for light in my denial
The truth a fiction in my eyes
Refracting dispassion as I lie

The thousand eyes that gaze into
This broken mess I took from youth
I claim a shell crafted by you
The thousand hands that ran me through

Now twisted, poisoned and possessed
I’m half a demon, half obsessed
With overcoming all regrets
I want to climb beyond myself

In my convoluted disrepair
I am between love and despair
I only wish to one day share
The self that vanished when I got scared

Now host to darkness and the light
At constant battle through these nights
My dreams will grant these creatures sight
But in duality I realise

Without the light I would not see
That without darkness I’d not breathe
And through this war I will conceive
The strongest self through clarity

These tools of war are now my own
A balanced self has finally grown
The Angel vigilant and known
The Demon, tamed, now guards this home

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Row The Boat

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if unknown why.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
And man, you'll go high.

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat
Even if your hands give up.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if you've had enough.

Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
Even if you're stalked by sharks.
Just row the boat,
Just row the boat,
No matter how grotesque bruise marks.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
You may reach luck's open arms.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
No more emptiness in your palms.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
At least, you gained exercise.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
The decision; remarkably wise.

If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
Mistake; an antonym.
If you row the boat,
If you row the boat,
You may just reach Him

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Seasons with reasons

Life gives us so many seasons
So many seasons to smile
Seasons of raindrops
Seasons of mist
Seasons under-the-sun
Seasons which make life more fun!

But this season,I have a different reason to smile
Sunlight has been sprinkled into my hair
My eyes savour sweet love
My  lips sing a beautiful song of happiness
Because ...My heart beats to he symphony of truth!

Indeed this season,
I have a reason to smile!

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L'appel du Vide

Ostracized on the
outskirts of reality.
Trying to blur the lines
and connect the dots
To make myself complete.
Clinging to a broken dream
and searching for an answer,
The void is calling.
a soulless husk
incapable of being.
I played the game
and lost it.
I fought a war
and failed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Upon the Silence

...however as he slothfully reclined
Banking himself on the cold steel bench
Dilemma gripped nastily on his shoulders;
The clouds pace above and as if alive
Winked at him- pulling memories from behind

"Oh yes, we are but a speck of a seed
A granule, puny and almost trivial
By how- minute as we- pull off an impact
Than a lone tree in a dry sunny land
And lighted cottage amidst dark forest indeed?"

Resounding they truly are, his mentor's words
Past and spoken, long uttered in the wind.
Yet it reverberates from the turquoise skyscrapers
To the bench he sat beside his proud Ford.

"For the proper or for the practical thing?"
An innocent query shrieking upon the silence.
a galleon of betterment versus virtue;
The bright clouds blots his space on the wide greenery.
"Affirmative." A salmon is going upstream.

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My Crucifixion

My Crucifixion 

One of a few regrets, I face my mortality
Time spent in dissension, self imposed exile
I face my God, drop in prayer asking for reprieve
My penance; life, my sentence; life
In what else can I believe

Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
I see things that most do not want to see
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Feeling things that most do not want to feel 

I’m facing demons, living nightmares 
As I am forced to look inside at the real me
Who I was, who I am, different yet the same
Fighting through the battles, torn and scarred
The only way to get over the shame

We all make mistakes, admitting it or not
I too was only created in an image
Falling short, falling hard, bottomless abyss
Truly sorry for the paths that I may have strayed
For the monsters I’ve created

Still I have become my judge, my jury, and my own 
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion 
Seeing things that I don’t want to see
Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
Feeling things that I don’t want to feel
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Believing things that I don’t want to believe,
And all in the name of repentance...

Bless me father for I have sinned,
With my first breath of life I became tied to you
With a never-ending need for forgiveness
Always sorry for the very way of the world

As if through death I could enact a change...

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Of the Flesh

Overt flaccid appendage between
Oft daily covered thus rarely seen
Impure thoughts corrupt ere begin
My soul hearkens evermore to sin

Loathful orchis of life-giving seed
Oft discharged ere without need
Rigid organ of displeasure’s creed
In obdurate selfish gratifying greed

Without hope deceived by lurid lies
Oft priapic salutes not easily denied
Elicit visions ere my eyes confound
Soliciting lustful fantasies profound

Gesticulate orgasmic vessels of life
Oft nightly purveyor of carnal strife
Phallus erectus manipulative spawn
Coitus interruptus ere inerrant scorn

E’er inane lustful wayward flesh 
Oft petty wasteful juvenile request
Thy soul will through faith’s behest
Sin’s power shall this lost waif test

Intemperate desire innately revived
Oft gratuitous dreams ere contrived
Erotica’s promiscuity haply reborn
Insipid respite ephemeral mourned

Temptation’s casual incessant call
Oft disingenuous will not forestall
Evil’s intent to stealthily dissuade
Willful uprightness ne’er forbade

Inferred double-mindedness lives
Oft hidden only wearily forgives
Once enraptured freedom wanes
This broken spirit averse refrains

Death’s worrying promise abated
Oft victory seemingly invigorated
Yet hope ne'er assured is debated
As life is shamelessly eviscerated  

Till temperance’s finality revealed
Oft delinquent wound is repealed
Thine unseen spirit becomes one
My soul’s resistance is overcome

© Eugene Harvey

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Message in a Bottle

I see you’re so alone and abandoned 
your head in your hands, I wonder: “why"? 
Your heart, it feels betrayed and broken 
And you don’t care if you live or die 

Yeah, you’ve searched deep inside every bottle 
And you never found any message there 
Yeah, your soul is in pain, and it drives you insane 
There’s no message in a bottle, you don’t care 
You’ve got to start taking care of yourself man 
You’ve been running away far too long 
Time to screw your head on straight; you know it’s not too late 
Get to moving before your soul is gone 

You’re a diamond 
Yeah you’re looking pretty rough 
You’re a lot of talk, but you don’t look very tough 
Maybe years ago you were, but you’ve outlived your glory daze 
Can you see through the bottle’s bottom? 
Or is there a blinding haze? 

Yeah, you’ve searched deep inside every bottle 
And you never found any message there 
Yeah, your soul is in pain, and it drives you insane 
There’s no message in a bottle, you don’t care 
You’ve got to start taking care of yourself man 
You’ve been running away far too long 
Time to screw your head on straight; you know it’s not too late 
Get to moving before your soul is gone 

You’re abandoned, on the street & all alone! 
You got a place to be, but you don’t like to call it home! 
You’re a diamond! 
Yeah, you think you’ll never die! 
Keep on looking inside that bottle, you’re gonna find out that’s a lie!

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Smeared Mirror


Looking dead at me 
in this smeared mirror...

a lost man
face red
brittle with tears

making excuses 
as I glare
into the eyes of a monster with no conscience 
and a demonstrative stare

a guilty reflection appears
in this prison cell of  fear
longing for an escape 
to wipe the mirror clear

who have I become? 
what have I even done right?

crossroads appear sudden 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owns the room
and prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

horror stories
flood life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter.

                                                                        ©    PoeTTreeZ Publishing

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Burnt Tongue

I'm so happy that you can yell at everyone
I'm so happy that you can express youself
I'm so happy that this world isn't what you expected
I'm just so parched  that your so high up on your horse

And now I'm mad, now I'm sad, now I just dont understand
Why you care about two people fallin in love
Why you care if I drink or if I do drugs

I just wanna scream into your eyes
Make you realize that what you say isn't always right
Now right and wrong, it's all opinion
Black and white, yes I think they deserve, to be colors too
So how about me and you, is there any truth
You cant change the world with one voice if the tongue is burned

I'm so happy that you can climb a mountain high
I'm so happy that you think its my job to be the wife
Yeah I'm so happy that your such a hypocrit
I'm so grateful for you to tell me lies

And now I'm mad, now I'm sad, now I just dont understand
Why its your job to fix us all
And preach your words to a raging band
Someday you will see 
That there is more than just degree
In this world that we praise peace
Peace is lost in the sea

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By Dave Stinnett

We are silent people, really, and I often listen close
to what my body, in it's silent way, can say
my skin has never talked to me but speaks of years gone by
and my hair is working quietly to gray
my feet and hands are always there, they never say a word,
their toes and fingers really play a part
In the daily task of living, from early morning 'til late at night,
they're lifelong friends, I've had them from the start.
I've never seen beneath my skin but know there's something there
it has a special language of it's own
It tell me things, through aches and pains, and pleasures, oh too few,
and remembers things I'd forgotten that I'd known
It speaks to me in tingles when it likes what it has seen
and tells me when it thinks it's time to go
I think it's so important to respond to what it says
If we didn't, many smiles would not be so.
And recently, I've heard a voice, though silently, within
that said, 'I think that I have been here long ago'
the message from my silent heart, through beats, once slow now fast,
affirms the feelings brainwaves say I know
Silent voices brought me here, and probably you, too,
a journey that I've loved right from the start
you've become a silent part of me, like my fingers and my toes,
and your essence fills the chambers of my heart.

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The Only One






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Fallen Knight

Fealty in service of love
For what I had came from above
Shadows fled wherever I stepped
They smiled back at me, knowing the end

A kingdom pure; innocent in peace
Its fires bright, my sword always sheathed
But I was scared of losing her heart
The wars I’d seen could tear it apart

Shadows spoke of crumbling walls
The city’s strength was starting to fall
The rising moon whispered of fate
A darkness within began to awake

A kingdom I could never let die
Such beauty, I thought, could never be mine
I dreamt of loss, and had nightmares of doubt
When I awoke, the monster was out

My precious home, besieged and at war
I heard the screams of thousands or more
I rose at once, unsheathing my rage
Toward the heart I slaughtered and maimed

This kingdom I swore to protect
My queen was lost, and a monster was left
I thrust my sword through to its heart
The pain I dealt was only the start

The sun arose, burning my eyes
I dropped the sword, and began to realise
My love is lost, and the shadows were me
This monster killed his beautiful queen

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Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

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Another cliché ridden promise to be broken
One more silent thought; the words remain unspoken
But still I make another resolution
More to myself than any other…another resolution
To be kept or to be broken
Another promise left unspoken…resolution

The time is right the time is now
Sixty minutes left to change
This time of night feeling so run down 
And unable to re-arrange that feeling
I’ve counted my blessings 
Washed misfortunes blood from my hands
Repented for all of my sins
Bowed to my knees a mortal man

…Another cliché ridden promise to be broken
One more silent thought; the words remain unspoken
But still I make another resolution
To be kept or to be broken
Another promise left unspoken…resolution

Twelve Thirty-One of Twenty Twelve
I am counting down the hours
Ten past Five, then Five past Ten
And then Eleven bells will ring…
But I can’t make it to the midnight hour
Can’t ring in the fresh New Year
Can’t live down the daily stresses
And conquer the things I fear
And as the clock at once strikes midnight
I hear the tolling of the bell
But my eyes remain unopened
As I try to break the spell

I give up that which breaks me
I have to clear my head and heart
Find a new direction and let it take me
Before the past tears me apart
Another year has came and went
In recent memory, one of the worst
Again, as mortal man I must repent
Pay the cost for those I’ve cursed

…Another cliché ridden promise to be broken
One more silent thought, the words remain unspoken
But still I make another resolution
To be kept or to be broken
Another promise left unspoken…resolution
Close my eyes and make a wish
As the lights all fade to black…
And in that silence the truth is born…my resolution

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A combination of feelings for one single person
A loving, guiding muse 
Supporting a mythical image of life.
Brazen double standards
Found upon support of one another.
Forbidden passions understood
Embracing the occasion
As enveloped upon
An unexpected smile!

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Curse of Effort

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

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For Bob Dylan

Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)

Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears

slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears

where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears

while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears

We shatter and scrape on demented knees

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze

I know now what I need never have known

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown

A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass

Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass

For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray

'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day

When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray

For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit

That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat

From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve

And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.

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why OH why

  got work to do 
                                                feel like i have the flu
                            but got to go in anyway
                     cant find my keys 
                                                about to sneeze
                               at home i wish i could stay 

                      the wind is frosty 
                                                    just spilled my coffee

                                this is starting out to be a bad day

                      i cough and it hurts 
                                                      defrost dont work 

                                 and why dont my radio play
  man! i got a flat
                                       and changing it hurt my back

                                                               but at least i can be on my way
                    and now the car wont crank

                                                                  whew ! there's no gas in the tank
                            life is a funny game that we play 

trying not to cuss
                                                  as i  chase down the bus 
when i ran into a kid with a sleigh

                           now i'm late for work 

                                                                 and everything hurts

but i have to act as if everthings ok

                                                                now im really tired

say what! im fired
                                             and i cant even get hazzard pay

well those are the breaks 
                                                    i gotta keep my faith 

    so all i can do now is pray



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More Doors

I must sit down and turn around
 be mindful as I sit,
the reason you can't see my face
 is it's covered with your spit!
This gravy-train is quite insane
 I chew my food real good;
I have a way of saying things
 but I'm so, misunderstood!
It's alright, I'll be polite
 and say what's on my mind;
if negatives breed negatives
 I'll be the other kind.
With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope
 and air my cares outside;
if the time's not right and at this height,
 it'll be impossible to hide!
Tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dum
 no worries in the rain;
all my good and bad times
 end up going down the drain.
Seems to me my final plea
 won't say as much as yours;
my journey's almost over
 while you've still a lot more doors !

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Forty Six and Two is Descending

A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase

The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow

Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two 
And conquer those who stay

Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow

Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled

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Your love


Your love was not a love
But just an entrapment
Which under urges for
Multiplication of humanity
You involuntary scribed to
Set up for elopements in
Some mundane lores of sanity.

Like a flying nocturne insect
Caught in flowery sickness
On your facial prettiness
The curse of sensuality 
Form roundness of your limbs
The daily game of extractions
To enrich your mortal bones
Ease of mind but crude of tones.

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Untitled #309 / Jenny

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

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for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

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

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Cast into hatred by all I’d seen
I blinded myself to escape disease
Then numbness commanded this lost machine
And all that was left was what could have been

Searching for gold I could not decide
Why to be when what’s left is a frightened lie
This paradox threw me beneath the sky
And above holy ground I then realised

Born into silence I witnessed hate
Overcome by the violence to then sedate
Emotions examined to then relate
To recapture the moments we witness fate

Writing; redeeming to improve sight
To examine my fears will give birth to flight
The past turns to future, and overnight
My wings have expanded to gather light

Cast into beauty by all I know
With a vision connected to every soul
And a memory that proves that we can all grow
And that beyond every fear our spirit flows

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I am already working hard to make it through today
No desire, I am uninspired
And I just can’t find a way
I am bogged down in a physical prison
Under a darker cloud that obscures my vision
My head and heart collide
And I am not sure which side I am on…

There is good and bad
What I have or used to have does not matter anymore
There is happy and sad
But I am out in the hall between two locked doors
I am climbing the walls
Stretching beyond my imagination
But my fascination with the game has waned a great deal
My heart and head collide
And I am still not sure which side I am on…

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The Magic Number

When you roll life's dice
A pair of these always equals snake eyes
But because two 
Can never equal one
This number can never be the sum.
A half of a pair
Half the number of molecules of oxygen
In plain and simple air.

The age of my daughter
Two minus the one
Seven, eight, nine or ten
Keep on rolling the dice
You can try over and over again
But none of these will ever be
The Magic number.

A number multiplied by this number
Is always equal to itself
It is single, dutifully alone
It is the lonliest number
And therefore will always be
The undeniably, distinguishable difference
Between the numbers two and three.


(January 26, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

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The Other Side



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Sever all connection
Strip down every word
And deeper into nothing
The questions are prepared

A violence in forgiving
A desperation in our flow
With damaged, lost opinions
We decided not to grow

But sever this sedated
Mimicry of life
Understand the search for reason
Before we die within our strife

A season of redemption
A dying forest for our mind
But through it we find meadows
That bare the fruits of our design

Severed from our fears
Stripped of every thought
And deeper in our questions
We find the answers we had sought

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I Gave You Right Back

I remember when you gave yourself to me,
But I gave you right back.
Because I couldn’t stop hurting you,
And I hated doing that.
I can’t be selfish as I wanna be,
and much as I need your touch.
I can’t have that follow me.
Enough just might be enough.

But love comes all the way back around,
I didn’t know you then and I don’t know you now.

Hearts beat,
Trust me,
I asked mine to stop beating aloud.
Tears are dreams,
That have to flee,
Cause they’d been cast out. 
And smiles speak,
Yours talks to me,
But I replied with a frown.
Cause I can’t keep this up,
Enough is now enough.
Don’t look for me I’m gone now.

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Guessing Games and Gallo Wine

The swirling lingering in the air.
About something I think I care.
The ways in life that come about.
Seem to fill my mind with doubt.

What can we do to reconcile.
Our own live's so out of style.
Horizon's cast tomorrow's light.
But, yet clouds keep it out of sight.

A course of time can change it's course.
And you'll forget what was it's source.
The silver on the mirror of glass.
Reflects an image that must pass.

What can we do to reconcile.
Our own live's so out of style.
Horizon's cast tomorrow's light.
But, yet clouds keep it out of sight.

The answer's not for us to know.
These things that never really show.
We sip the wine and chase our dreams.
And find that it's not all it seems.

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Why is “someday” such a sad word?
When one like “never” is so much worse?
Why....why “someday”?

Why is “someday” such a sad, sad word?
Perhaps the saddest one I’ve ever heard...
Why “someday”?

has somebody
Except me, it seems
but that's not why I want to leave

So out of it
feel “out of it”
Never was in
can't find the way 

"Life’s one big bluff
Keep a straight face
Don’t let ‘em see your cards."

Yeah, life’s one big God-forsaken bluff
and I’m about to jump off

Someday, I thought you’d find me
Someday, I thought you’d love me
But someday ....
someday NEVER CAME

“Someday,” they say, “You’ll find somebody.”
“Someday, you will be happy.”
“Someday, life will mean something.”
But someday I'll be SICK of waiting

Someday, you’ll see why it can’t be
Someday we’ll ALL be sorry
One day
sweet day
I’ll find my way 
out of this body.

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Breath's Away

Underneath my dream, idea tree
 with full access to my library
 where the moments only count if your breath's away;
tread softly through the canopy's veil
 it's anyone's guess, in this odd tale;
 are they at work? Are they at rest? Or will they play?
So quick! Am I to sanitize
 each moment bold, I categorize;
 so I know when one does end, and the next shall start;
breathe each one in, or turn to stone
 after all they're yours, and yours alone
 you gave to each one "life", inside your heart!
Not one thing can better describe
 the essence of a soul's own vibe,
 than, what prompts a heart to quicken like the birds;
we've each had footprints shadow made,
 but, sunlit footprints never fade;
 when our breath's away, each legacy needs no words !

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A brief encounter

How lucky a penny would prove

Where simple beauty and comfortable elegance laid across the table

Searching for the right combinations the conversation became fluid

Rapier wit and a definitive style attracted individual attention

As time forced its way through, the room became smaller

The game such as it was, now but a mere distraction

The crossroads approaching a separation of spirit; a return to self

Alas, a smile, a farewell

A pleasure

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A Noisy Conclusion

There is no such thing as silence
And no place left to be alone.
Our communication highway has become
An inescapable irritating noise
An incessant ringing in one’s ears
No longer just the ticking of a clock
Keeping you awake.

Transmitters hum atop dead trees
Whirling buzzes from electric fans
The grinding of a dirty engine block
And neighbours building their deck
Sawing and hammering away at
Life’s necessities that aren’t really 
Necessary at all.

Sounds that you cannot hear
Are still there all around you
Riding on the waves and surfing
The air in a non-stop chatter
Giving you news, music and weather.

Even where there should be no noise 
Lurking in the dark are low electronic signals
And the sound of your clock radio
Receiving enough energy to 
Remind you its five am
And you’re still awake.

Technology continues in a plethora 
of  beepers, cell phones and laptops
Giving us no escape at all
Where even in the woods 
You can turn it all off and 
Find yourself bumping into
Someone who is also hiding
From the world in a place
You thought there was no one.

Even the last great escape won’t be -
The space program will discover
Water on Mars and send half
Of us there to get away from the noise
Only To discover the incessant hum from
planet Earth keeps them up all night.

Which brings me to one final thought -
Are we alone in the universe?

If only.

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"perfect design"

You live your life to honor Him

But instead you lead a life full of shame and sin

take your beliefs and need for repetition

and continue to walk in the wrong direction

feed your lies to the brainwashed child

who believes they are a free thinker but are instead just a figure of your "perfect 

A scheme that you learned from your father

And have passed on to your sons and your daughters

Repeat the cycle and spin the wheel

Continue to live your life of evil

Brainwash the child, don't let him think on his own

Fill his mind with thoughts that are now his own

Don't allow him to break the mold

Rape his mind and leave him blind to follow the footsteps of your "perfect design"

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Happier Stoned

A bad day turned out to be fine
An old flame turned out to be my best friend
I never knew what the nectar could bring
I didn't want it to end

The Captain's by my side
The seas are calm and bright
I'm in control
But I'm happier stoned

Just a buzz to help me see what's there
Hidden between the lines
Such a world with its death and despair
But only dealt to the blind

Am I happy?
Sure am, man
Til the buzz decides to die

Then back to life
With its dreary schedule
And it's all empty at best

I can't understand the public's mind
Abstinence leaves us with lust
If we just let ourselves go for even a night
We'd all get swept by the gust
Hell, and it ain't so bad

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It all comes back

Everything comes back

To all who’ve acted cold
Here’s a message loud and bold
Be careful what you do, it all comes back
What you be doing now
It will pay you back somehow
Somewhere further on along the track.

One does not need no books
Of old and dusty looks
To learn this truth, just take a look at life
All those bad moves you have made
Do they ever really fade
Be honest, don’t they cause your mind some strife?

It be wrote within your heart
To make good things a part
Of life, the value seems to be quite high
Yet do another wrong
The comebacks can be strong
You have to learn this truth before you die

When you’re young, you never learn
You might not feel concern
There be no time to feel those pangs of guilt
Yet the damage you have done
Like a flower in the sun
Might someday cause your heart to sadly wilt.

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Swept into Dreams

Angels caught by the ocean
A distant dream for me to see
Where wild birds sway into motion
Where coming clouds encumber me

Visions of every answer
Droplets through the prison cell
The shackles burn like a cancer
As memories of the water fell

I am lost for no reason
Never more than I recall
This past now settles the seasons
As I become, the angels fall

No more sights to reveal me
Not much left to be declared
And war just waits for a treaty
Betray you all, because I’m scared

Blind death sending a letter
Strikes a nail into my heart
What will be for this murder
Will become when I depart

A lost bird guides me to oceans
Tears of loss recall the seas
And as angels flock to this notion
So suddenly, I’m swept into dreams

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Harmony chair

Harmony chair.

I was sitting, reading the paper today
And everything seemed so depressing and, grey
         There was murder, and plunder all over the place
                And poor people starving, it’s a total disgrace	
I don’t know why.

I saw and old geezer, he was down on his luck	
With no body wanting to pass him a buck
His eyes begged, and pleaded, but nobody cared
Contempt clearly wrote, in the force of their stares
It’s so unfair.

We’ve got to build us a harmony chair
That makes people happy, with nary a care
So folk will not suffer, not ever again
With nobody feeling no pain.

The birds, they be singing, neath the sun bold and bright\
As a rose flower thrills me with its perfect delight
Then I look at the faces of people around
With most of them wearing a permanent frown
They’re look so down.

Why aren’t people happy? Why can’t they be gay?
It seems that they’re feeling so troubled and grey
Won’t they look at those birds, as they sing in a tree
And see all around them life’s sweet mystery
So glad to be.

Written in 1990.

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A pit filled with snakes
And a loaded gun
I jump in to escape
My burning tongue
These lips leaking fire
My eyes so cold
I dread to imagine
The hate I’d mould
But still you persist
And I refuse to speak
There’s pain running down
My tear-soaked cheeks

And I’m so alone
Around you

The bullets aren’t hitting
A single snake
Injecting their poison
In to my veins
But still I evade
A single glance
In to your eyes
I refuse your hands
As I spit and strike
With all my rage
Into myself
With these vicious snakes

Because I am alone
Without you

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A world now standing still
In awe of what was killed
Frozen in the wake
Of every lost mistake

Nowhere to begin
For every broken thing
Silence strangles thought
In shock of what I caught

A darkness shining through
Replaying every truth
Alone beyond repair
Repayments I can’t spare

And all in my defence
I proclaim innocence
Perhaps there was a time
But not for my greatest crimes

The pain has turned to ice
My shame shrouded by night
The stars will shape her face
The hearts that I betrayed

Averting all denial
This humble crying child
Desires to atone
Until the dark is overthrown

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Small Town Big People

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009

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Within Me

Within Me…

I don’t think I’ll make it
Through another year
The wear and tear keeps breaking me down
Though I will not shed a tear
The darkness that’s upon me
Never fades to reveal light
Fears alone that I see
Hide so deep within me 
Completely out of sight…

The weight I feel upon me
Sinks me like a stone
And though it seems at times I rise back up
I always deal with it alone
No words can heal these wounds
No consolation calls
Silence that surrounds me
And screams so deep within me
Echo off of all the walls…

Walls I’ve built within me
Walls I’ve built around
The house of cards is crumbling now
But still falls without a sound
The fears I’ve kept inside me
All of those I cannot face
Have finally dealt to me
This crushing blow
That has led to my fall from grace…


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For All My Pain

Your blood is what was Sacrificed And in Blood we Shall Bathe No more pain nor more hate Will be shed for me ...This is only a desperate dream A slight tender touch on the largest of wounds can leave you screaming for an eternity Dreaming of an escape, A friend from a figment of dark a world from the abyss of my mind Set to fix all of your transgressions Every time you left, abandoned, stranded, forget me A human heart has a limit but It's only I who is left to blame Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Everyone turning against me I can't keep living a lie like this Lost In Life When death is the only hope Nothing is left to stay But the Fear of being afraid Let me lose this Let me enter another world Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain Drifting beyond Aphelion Why must the loudest of Cries Go unheard Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to Answer my Masked Prayers For All My Pain Constraining Me Making my Saturnine Mind Climb to the Apex Just to Fall again Maybe You'll know why I want Thagirion to answer all of my masked prayers For All My Pain

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The Stranger

Finally just finishing up. I haven't been working on this one very consistently, but I like it, 
because it's actually helping me fit in a variety of emotion that I've been feeling over the 
time that I've been writing it. There's one and 2/3s of a verse here, lol. Can't wait to finish it 
up to record ... 
It's a bit of a repost (the first twelve lines in the first verse), so I'm sorry about that lol.

I'll apply fact to the matter as a matter of fact - Fact doesn't matter.
I'm a time traveler, through mind travel, possibilities unfathomable. 
Rather call a truce instead of battling dudes, 'cause I lack the unbattleable
lyrics that other rappers produce - In other words, I'm not too good yet...
I'll only spit what my mindset happens to induce, from past, to the future, and the present.
and I'll only spit with the intention of resinating a malleable essence.
Trouble? Forget it - ****, a vibe like this is nothing to mope around with.
Sober for weeks - with love for my music and girl like this - no need to take another hit...
Success is in tact but there's still scattered parts of an emotional disaster to gather.
A staggering semi-mastery of blasphemous metempsychosic abuse through psychological 
actually self-betterment, for the sake of adversity. Almost gradually, rapture comes back to 
to reattach my physical being to my mind happily - that's the first time in a while... 
But y'know, nothing's ever been taken from me without a fair trial..
And I've never lived a moment with a mindset bleeding even mild denial.
My mind's a more practical tool to use than a brute's tire iron, 
and to tell you a truth, I'm a damn good liar.

A verse upon a verse, never upon a herse - Yeah, let's get this **** straight.
I just spit work, and I guess I'm alright - I'm never the shark bait
For other MCs who might brave the gallows; they're just gallows candidates.
Just too arrogant, and a bit irate - no wait - Just skeptical; but Agnosticism always lacks 
Guess I'm a killer MC with real rhymes iller than your senseless fantasies, 
but conjouring tradgedies is just a formality when it comes to my whack travesty. 
'Cause when I rhyme, I tend to commit Hip-Hop blasphemy as I spit words erratically - 
Self inflicted insanity and circumstantial vanity, with a mask I hide well, 
But a bag of my self-doubt turned inside out induces nothing but stress off my back, and 
water spouts. 
I could be oceanic like a Modest Mouse provided that that the water would never run out.

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I Found Myself

My soul is my muse
Poetry is the window to my soul.
Emotions tumultuous were its inception.
And being born on February 27th,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's birthday,
Sparked an interest as a youth.
Having a low self esteem,
Wanting to be important added to the fire.
And to me, as a child, a poet seemed so special.
I wanted to be special, too.
Not realizing then, that I was.
So when my soul cried out in pain,
I began to rhyme my way to peacefulness.
Sporadically, one sad misery at a time,
And when my soul needed amusement,
It was rhyme time again.
And that was just the beginning.
Over a lifetime, I wrote a poem here
A poem there, a few song lyrics,
Simple and full of raw emotion, joy.  Pain.
And my soul was uplifted each time.
The need to feel important left.
God, family, and love became my reality.
A life full of adventures and traumas became tame.  
And poetry became my essence.
A word-game to fill any emptiness,
Any boredom, every joy, 
An expression of every thought
That was conceived within myself.
Then one day, I said to myself,
I think I will try writing poetry –
Seriously.  And see if I am any good.
I stumbled onto Poetry Soup.
Encouraged by kindnesses.
Challenged by contests.
Enriched by some level of success.
I became the poet that I am.
My humble soul looked up 
And thanked God for helping me.
My soul is my muse, my inspiration.
But Poetry Soup has been my mentor.
And I love you all…from my soul.
It was through poetry and friends that I found 

© November 12, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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On Any Given Evening

Corridors with wall sized windows are always places of rummage
Where copper candlesticks glisten and
Wood is polished by dirt particles from strenuous journeys.

Everything emits faint smells of 
Brandy and vermouth -
the sweat of great silver haired storytellers.

Glasses flood downwards 
staining tabletops and armchair sides:
Musings of grey, wrinkled Gods pondering over
50 year vendettas and century long betrayals. 

Hardwood floors creak and crack with the footsteps of ghosts:
Generals, grandmothers, and cousins in love.

Luminous forms of dust reveal nothing and everything,
Cycling unto itself over and over again. 

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Shooting Star

On a moon-lit night,
a sky lit up,
so clear and bright.
I lay in the woods,
so calm at rest.
The moon has peaked,
its yellow crest.
A cricket sings,
its chirping tune,
to the cool, soft breeze.
The leaves flutter ever so gently,
swaying in the shadowed trees.
A deer runs and bounds,
so quick and free.
A snail edges by,
ever so silently.
The water from the brook
quietly flows.
The heavens are so clear,
the universe, gallently glows.
A streak glides across the sky,
a star is falling as I watch it die.
Another star will give its birth,
and again another light,
will shadow Gods earth.

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When You Fall For The Wrong One

I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d imagined or had planned
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
As crazy as it sounds, I still wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t take a moment back from us
I don’t regret the moments
When you told me everything
Won’t forget the side of you
That only I know
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
It’ll hurt one day, mark my words
One day when everything falls apart
When she breaks your heart
One day you’ll reach for me
You’ll see me in your dreams
But I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
But I’ll be gone…
I’ll be gone…

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I am chained in unseen stringed bondage of essence.
I am what this world defines me and labels me with.
I am bound, bound in my own self, outer existence.
My real Self is hidden under that floating hyacinth.

The flight of Self-discovery drifts towards identity
Like the skin-shedding metamorphosis of butterfly.
When the outer eyes dim in cynical earth’s vanity,
A hushed trumpet illuminates the insight, inner eye.

Echoes of inner self melts in outcries of outer self.
When I ignore what I am, I ensue what I might be.
Many puzzling choices are placed in abstract Shelf.
Something calls me. Searching, I find none but me.

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I see you in my dreams, not as a comfort,
Not as an emancipation but as a nightmare.
Those discarded recollections rapidly retort
With dreadful visions that endlessly glare.

I wonder why dreaming you is a nightmare.
Perhaps, I do not possess enough memories
Of you, besides, the good ones are very rare.
My Subconscious visualizes myriad stories.

I shut eyes and try to break my dreamy cage.
Going in a trance, I behold you, I sense you
But opening eyes, I realize that it’s a mirage,
My nightmarish wishes evaporate like dew.

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The final leaf is falling
Beside the evergreen
Condemned to silent winds
Their winter-full of dreams

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

In the quiet of starry eyes
The only ones to watch me fall
Fall from your dreams
Like a sparrow from a tree
Like a heart from a string
And when I just wanted to be real...

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

Falling like a last snow
Like a memory of long ago

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret X2

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Surging through this lifeless Body of mine Mania, Euphoria, Freyja Never let me run dry I am lost by your Sigh But I cannot cry What Is this coming over me this everlasting energy Never cease this utmost surprise I graciously prithee Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I? Faster, Only Faster Harder, Only Harder In Bizarre Light I hold myself to another Flame Torturous Fun of this Game Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I? Sensuality to it's new Peak Running again from the Fake obsolete Euphoric, Erotic All you want All you Desire Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I?

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Don't start
And don't stop
Let me feel you
Within you and without you
let me hold you in mine
let me feel you in my mind
let the words fall into place this time
but don't forget your joy of rhyme
so let me feel you now
in this holiest of places
this habitual sane asylum
this unforgiving tale
let me 


Don't fail
Let me sail
let me out of jail
don't let me be pale
im not well alone
lost in my
rivers sigh

And hello
Im very sorry
I did not know
I just let it show
So now you just might know
The dillemas i've so obviously been showing
The fears that i withhold from seeemingly growing
The doubts I enstowed, but never bowed
So let me know
Let me know
Let me

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The rays of Sun cannot reach this earthly surface
Since the sunshine is eclipsed and glows no more.
Some ominous obsession is haunting like menace.
Something is rotten at heart of earth, slightly sore.

Sin-drenched hearts, revengeful souls cannot feel
The sufferings of mankind, the sinking humanity
Nor their own downfall of that inner ethical zeal.
A dark shade covers, darkens their ethical sanity.

That luminescence of heart has eclipsed in dark
And emotion cannot fathom its diabolical depth.
In that core, now, some menacing monsters lurk
To eat up what illumines us with its serene breath.

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Never The Same Again

these walls that we have built with our own hands 

are slowly crashing to the ground

the foundation so weak as the the power of this quake 

buries them into the embers of this december

don't turn your cheek or bat an eyelash

because when you discover life's true meaning

you will understand that this is just another ending

leading to another beginning

an open door that is yours to take

to escape this pain and this hurt

hold yourself up and stand tall again

and find the strength in yourself to fight back

against the ones who deceive you

the liars and the heartbreakers

the backstabbers and the pretenders

just remember to never surrender

to the games that they play

because then they will betray

your trust and then you will find yourself

left in the dust

so rise up my son and stand above

the ones that have hurt you

and put you through this pain

because when you understand that you don't need them

you will never be the same again

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Step into a world
Enshrouded by the fog
Of the truth you try to hide
Of the truth you pass as lies

Shades of your past
Try to take you in the blast
As they're digging out truth
Make you reach out for the truth

Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide

Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide

Crash, thunder booms
And the dark clouds, they loom
Overhead, they start to crack
Downpour and turn the sky to black

Boom, trigger pulled
But the future wasn't nulled
If you want to see inside
Buckle up, let's take a ride

Persona, to grant you the power
To rise and face the day
Conquer all that's in your way

Hear the thunder crack
As you pull the trigger back
If you want to be somebody else
You should learn to see yourself

'Cause do you really wanna live like that?
Acting like a fly if you're just a gnat?

Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide

'Cause there's so much more for you to see
The only person that you need to be
Is yourself and that is all that should ever be

'Cause there's no reason to live a big lie
Acting like a god when you're so scared to die

Strip away your facade of broken glass
The jagged diamond center of your true persona
Strip away the thick shell in which you hide

Till there's nothing left for you to hide
The truth within is now open wide
Now come along before you're lost within the tide

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Solitary man

Solitary man.

I’ll walk the line and do the things I must
But I’ll be me and I never will be trussed
By the bonds of all that fools banality
That keeps a man held down in misery.

Expectations gone I’d be a friend
Someone to trust and share until the end
But don’t you ever turn me into you
 Cause I am me in everything I do.

I’ll walk alone and do the things I do
And to myself I’ll try hard to be true
I’ll dance my dance the way I only can
And I’ll live my life the solitary man.

Yes you may laugh and think me but a fool
As you succumb to all those boring rules
But I’ll be me my mind uncluttered, free
As a man alone I’ll meet my destiny.

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Stories of the Night

A shift upon receiving
The wisdom of my soul
That perceives a tale reforming
As we fall into this black hole

But awareness now is sinking
Along with this dead earth
To where darkest stories glisten
And rage against my worth

The silence now betrays me
Introspection turns to dust
The life about me failing
As I wake into mistrust

The visions now surrounding
The remainder of my sight
Though darkness crawls before me
It is I who kneel from fright

Draining all my wisdom
There’s nothing I can say
The dark is all consuming
There is eternity to pay

Yet this is just a story
As I glance into the night
This shift will pass before us
And leave me lonely in the light

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Alchemical Summoner

An alchemist in history’s tome
My past a tale of creating my own
My energy spent on the pain
I conjured forth from living in shame

A creature came, riddled with hate
The sun would burn his delicate face
I summoned him from darkest depths
A symbol of the loss that I kept

He stared at me, all smiles and rage
Creeping through the shadows at day
At night we spoke in whispered tones
The death I sought had invaded my home

The world I feared no longer held weight
When compared to this monster’s hate
He speaks his mind and I come undone
His twisted plans could bury the sun

He knew so well, the pain that I’d seen
He multiplied each loss ‘til I screamed
But still I learned, and I was in charge
Despite his tricks and these alchemical scars

Now here I am, standing in love
For all his hate, he still holds me up
In quiet pause I learned his name
In knowing truth, our demons are tamed

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This itching
It’s like a drug withdrawal
From my body

And I fall
But I don’t do this intentionally
I do this because 
It’s what I do

No stepping of the ledge
No willing sacrifice
Just me
Because there is no where else 
To walk

This is me
This is who I am
This is what I do

Do not thank me for it
I do not want it

But don’t also think this 
Saddens me
Or inconveniences me 
In anyway

This is what I do
This is who I am
This is me

Think of me as a tool
A well-guided instrument
To a poorly thought-out 

This is it…

Or maybe 
That one you forgot 

You remember 
Now that I prod you

I’m the method—
You used to know

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Building the Self

A self-affliction come undone
A shattered canvas and setting sun
Beneath the reasons I still stay
Beyond the treasons I dare not name

A world divided in my head
A universe to comprehend
A broken sword to crack my shield
To my reflection I always yield

The sights are endless in this place
The lessons won will change its pace
My heart a thousand burning earths
The sun is back to ask its worth

This challenge I can not betray
To run away is to remain
My shattered history now screams
And every silence is in retreat

And then my self-affliction asks
“Why aren’t you burning with the past?”
I take the treasures, not the flames
So every loss can’t be in vain

A brighter sight to carry through
To what exists when there’s no truth
A world where no-one looks within
The only place where life begins

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Ascending Amygdala

The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the human being the Holy Grail…
Inquisitions; manipulations cloaking divine knowing with a consuming veil…

My soul sings the truth of your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
I breathe you in from the breeze; touching your essence communing with trees…
I have been alive here before…
Sailing the seas while walking the shores…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

Advance intuition understanding the power of cognition…
Focused attention paired with reasoning, will and concentration…
Abilities from the divine; creating the human magician…
Thwarted from dogmatic idiocies…
Perception of proper perspective; Cloned are individual and collective frequencies…
Reality manifesting from our visuals and emotion feelings…
Hence the need for spirit based emotional healing…

My soul sings from trusting your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
We have been lied to about god, now is my own divine conceiving…
I breathe you in from gratitude, giving and receiving…
I have been alive here before; making green tea, cleansing soiled floors…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

I am that I am…
Spirit, light and matter…
Free to be me; using my inner eye to see…
Living from passion love and enthusiasm…
Remaining unattached to the created human cataclysm…

My soul sings from knowing your wisdom…
Joyous the song of the kingdom…
Individualized drops of the divine ocean
I breathe you in from making sacred loves unconditional devotion…
I have been alive here before; walking on water, pray believing…
Feeling the wealth of love and life all the while considered poor…

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Fridays child

Said hello on Monday
Married you on Tuesday
Said goodbye on Wednesday
Thursday there was blood
Friday’s child 
No more drama

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Embrace what mystically is known to be true; 
That which we seek is our destiny.  
Each milestone mastered open wisdoms door. 
Destiny’s face is revealed; slowly as we soar. 
The feeling is thrilling and God knows we’re willing; 
For change is the beauty of our “Masters’ “design.  

Cherish time spent to develop our minds.
Even fears that caused tears, taught lessons we learned;  
And with His help we embraced all that we yearned.  
Overcome each obstacle and gird your strength well; 
Don’t dare let it go, ‘cause what we embrace can be heavy, you know?  

God’s inscrutable wisdom we may not understand.
Still we trust in his judgment, and follow his plan; 
Just make sure faith is hearty; and we will walk hand-in-hand, 
As, fearlessly, we embrace our destiny.

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The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there.
The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling,
The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!

The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest,
The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond,
The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest,
Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond.

My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage.
How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing!
Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage
So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.

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expanding negative-space

expanding negative-space

...from the eye
of an artist's


after-words language-weeps

from the wounds that reason makes;

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

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

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

to those places where the bubble-breaks,

where all that's left is dark and deep.

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I Visit Me

Deep down within my soul
as far as I can go;
I visit me;
the me that's real.

Somewhere in my heart
in a part not torn apart
I visit me;
where I still feel.

I visit me,
the me you don't see.

Buried deep within my mind
in a place that's hard to find
I visit me; 
where hope still lives.

At the core of my being,
where I bottle everything;
I visit me;
the me that still forgives.

I visit me,
the me you don't see.

Someday I may show myself, 
and finally be revealed
What scares me
Is what me 
there'll be
left to see, by the time I'm healed

Deep down within my soul
as far as I can go;
I visit me;
the me that's real.

I visit me
I visit me

© L. James Tanner

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Living Kingdom

A memory coated in blue
Of dire times; a castle of gloom
A basement filled with the buried dead
My throne within, painted in red

My tower gone, I stepped out alone
In to the mist - an attempt to atone
My basement torched, ignited by grief
With monsters dead, I no longer sleep

That kingdom crumbled in youth
The walls I built made enemy of truth
But still I stand, a victim of self
A treasury lost, it was traded for wealth

The silence turned into words
From inner self, out of this world
The mirror’s glass shattered by light
The darkness cleansed, granting me sight

A memory I leave in the past
For what is gone has brought me at last
To a place clear and true
This garden is my kingdom renewed

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I am an organ donor
I want you all to know,
But don't let me go under
Before I'm ready to go.

I asked myself a question
"How will my body look 
When I'm no longer in position
And after all they took?"

I'm making my request known
Before it is too late,
These are the things that you should do
Then you can seal my fate.

If you take out my eyeballs
Put two marbles in their place,
And if you remove my nose
Like Michael, cover it with lace.

If you take off my arm or leg
With broomsticks please replace,
Two grapefruits for my boobs, I beg
Some dead man's heart might race.

About my inner organs,
I won't worry about that,
But if you take my private spot
Give me a kitty cat. 

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My Truths & Thoughts III

I ran with cats that paid the ultimate price
they would not listen so fell victim to not paying attention in life

and some were so consumed with the hustle
they lived their lives on auto pilot perpetually stuck in the struggle

forced to fumble trying to find their niche
where opportunity don't knock instead it played ding dong ditch

as seasoned switch, I recognized inside every case of beer
I left a lot of wasted years

I' ve seen the harsh reality of life erase my peers
with sin that as sick as the city of Sodom here

Its got me wondering why we can't be better men
instead simply succumbing to the flesh we are embedded in
and me I'm no different
and most times my affiliations became a significant hindrance

I learned to brake from snakes kick them to thee curb
my sanity was leaving I was living on re-serves
my last piece of humanity I'm trying to pre-serve
but sooner or later we all get what we de-serve

and when my time comes to suffer the retribution
I will ask for forgiveness but won't offer excuses

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Eleventh Fable

 Eleventh Fable     
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 Subject: Eleventh Fable   Today at 18:26      

Eleventh Fable 

Eleventh Fable 

The Millionth Dollar 

Charlaxes Fables 

Some people live in misery afraid to spend a dollar bill is one a friend but he just 
won't let it go. The man walks or rides his bike even in the snow not using public 
transportation anywhere he goes. A Child is young too young to knoe just what 
money's for. She takes the dollar in her hand and keeps it never spending it and 
never letting go. 
Song 1001 
Aern't ewe the one that eye love 
Aern't ewe the love the only love that eye have 
Aern't ewe the one that eye love 
Aern't ewe the reason this man gets up 
Aren't ewe the love that eye have 
Aern't ewe the purple cloud 
Aern't ewe the heart of the rain 
Aren't ewe the name in the sky? 
Aren't you the song 1001? 
Aern't eye the one? 
The millionth dollar has been spent the millionth tear eye cried the millionth time 
eye tried to make a song was this one number one thousand one. Time will wait 
for no one let us rule the time with love. 
 Eleventh Fable 

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Turn Back Around

~Turn Back Around~

Sad eyes looking up at us
How can we ignore them?
Walking away like they don’t mean a thing
Like the ones who already hurt them
They are crying out for someone to notice them
Love them
Take care of them
Lonely children of the world 
Being walked away from
Isn’t it about time we 

~Turn Back Around~

The child who had to runaway just to get away
From the beatings
The nightly visits from a stranger in their bed
The drunken rages 
The Terror they were raised in
A parent who molests them
Innocence taken
Yet we don’t even hear them
As they cry out for help
It is time to 
~Turn Back Around~

Give them a chance
Listen to what they have to say
A home to call their own
Safe from the abuse
Safe from the terror
A home filled with love
A place to grow
In comfort rather than fear
Off of the streets
Away from the danger
That is what they are wanting
All we have to do is

~Turn Back Around~

Quit ignoring those 
Sad eyes looking up at us
Do what is right and 

~Turn Back Around~

By: Jean Bonella 

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Deceptive Calm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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On paper I am perfect,
On paper I am fine
On paper I see everything,
All that is mine
But paper gets worn down,
Paper tears with time
The ink will slowly fade away,
The words will slowly die
Paper tells a story,
which can often be a lie
It's dogged ears can hide the truth,
It's cuts can make you cry
But paper wont match reality,
However hard I try

The ink will slowly fade away,
Maybe it's my time.

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Into Many Lifetimes

In this lifetime the bond is blood
But these wounds go back eons
We hurt at something seemingly small
But the game of pain 
Has a Great Fall of Fame
Into many lifetimes

Whether we choose to see what is
Our reality is this moment
Or taste disastrous recipes of loathing
The gift of the present is to forgive
As He forgave us
Into many lifetimes

If your promise was to show me pain
I felt the deep pangs of that sadness
And accept what is 
Let’s leave judgment at the doormat
Love requires integrity
Into many lifetimes

I choose forgiveness
For no person is innocent
Like water under the bridge
But when I stare at the water
It doesn’t seem to move
Into many lifetimes

To truly forgive is to allow Being
Release brings evaporation of rooted ego 
Forgiveness is the only way
The Truth and the Life
Created with cobblestones of love 
Into many lifetimes

I forgive myself for my shortcomings
I release my fears and disappointments
This lopsided backpack of pain is too heavy
I forgot I could put it down! 
As I walk the next path
Into many lifetimes

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She remains a partial gift
some have none, yet some have much
for her scales, sideways they tilt
yet we crave her soothing touch.

With jars of scents, ointments and creams
ourselves we paint seeking her face
fanciful, our grotesque masks seems
yet she stays mocking our ways.

But true beauty in these things lie;
the morning dew on thirsty leaves
the new-born sun that's up so high
even in Nature's smiles on lonesome cliffs!

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Just One More Day

by Michael J Falotico

                                              Just one more day to play this song..
                                    What was written once was never proven wrong..
                                                 Sand castles that washed away..                 
                                                   Tumbled slowly without a say..

                                              Just one more day to taste these lines..
                                        We walked so blind and never saw the signs..
                                                Wilted flowers that missed the light..
                                        What was etched in stone never made the flight..
                                              Just one more day to not fall from grace..
                                        Holding what I can't see while masking my face..
                                             Another verse that tells of a brighter day..
                                              Left with a song that surely will not fade..

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As I hear peace ring

Although the day is snowy and cold
Although the day is windy and bold
Although the streets are icy I’m told

I hear not a thing
As I only hear peace ring
Peace whispers saying barley a thing
As I silently smile to it’s warm tones as it sings

The day seems as night for it is so dark outside
Uninviting so cruel and not willing to hide
Never ending darkness it seems is all this day brings
Clear visions approach bringing the light
As I hear peace ring

Forgiveness to this day
As I hear the bells say
Ringing for peace and a brighter day.

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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”

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BLeeding heart
BLeeding SouL
BLeeding words
Left untoLd

BLeeding spirit
BLeeding mind
BLeeding memories
Left behind

BLeeding shadows
BLeeding eyez
BLeeding screams
Of empty cries

And continuousLy my pen weeps
in ink of bLoodred rain...!!

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Thunder Night

I hear thunder in the distance
   Across this frozen night
Blinding light from lightning strikes
   Exploding in my soul

One night, this night I see
   The eyes that used to be

Blue paradise to me

Above, the heavens do unfold
   Serenity abides
Winged angels soar in ecstasy
   Among my dreams

One night, this night I see
   The eyes that used to be

Blue paradise to me

There is magic in the heart that beats
   Across this frozen night
A magic so divine, and yet
   So cold, so long ago

One night, this night I see
   The eyes that used to be

Blue paradise to me
Blue paradise to me

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Spiritual Self

I grew to know myself at last, now I know more than in the past;

When far from right…words did deceive, I could have missed dear mothers’ heed;

She tried her best to make me see, majestic purpose… just for me;

God’s gift of love dwells in my heart; He blesses me… pure Will imparts;

Life’s lessons learned empower faith, steadfast with every step toward grace;

My spirit bonds to nurture souls; Enlightenment by wisdom flows… 

Bugles sound while marching on; Joyously Mount Zion bound.

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One Step Ahead

Dream deferred
Tears unheard
Forever looking at stars
Dreaming of ours
Futures unknown
Forever one step ahead
To our ten steps slow
Promises to never look back
To let the past be just that
Supressing memories
Even those of a happy me
Happier than the one in the mirror some days
Sick of your ways
And your empty words
Of futures unknown
Forever one step ahead
To our ten steps slow
Promising to never look back
To let the past be just that
And I'm thinking of leaving you there
To satisfy the stranger in the mirror
To satisfy me
And my future unknown
Forever one step ahead
To my ten steps slow
I promise to never look back
To never repeat the bad
But to smile instead
At where I've been
And to stare at the clouds
To wish on stars
Letting go of ours
And focusing on mine
Dreams defined
My future still unknown
Only one step ahead
To my two steps slow
I'm catching up, not looking back
Keeping the past as just that
Learning to smile at possibilities
And me.

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Can we

Can we try to take the high road?
Without stepping off the edge.
Can we learn what we were told?
Without jumping off the ledge.
Can you try to see it my way?
You shall see just who you are.
Can we wish for a better day?
And then see a shooting star.
Can I see you inside my mind?
We soon do realize
That we know what we shall find
The sorrow in your eyes.
Can we try to take the high road?
Because I can see a far
Can we all buy back our souls?
The devil let the door agar.
Can we see into the future?
To see what we might get.
Can we see we need a suture?
The wounds not healed yet.
Can we try to see things my way?
And forget of the past.
Can we just have a good day?
And try to make it last.
Can the sun return tomorrow
Chase away the rain.
Can we forget about the sorrow?
And leave behind the pain.

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Memory's Lost

Once in a while, a cruel, old man
Had stood up in front and had bade me to stand
He'd point out a sentence, instruct me to speak
And my crush would let slip a small, cruel, mirthful shriek
Then my sibilant esses would ring out so loud
And my spittle sailed south 'cross the heads of the crowd
The teacher pronounced my reading a mess

And I couldn't help but feel that I was
Missing something, missing something
All my life I think I missed something

My friends took me out to the pictures tonight
Though I never was blessed with the powers of sight
The score underscored each great scene with aplomb
But I knew from the swells and the claps it was done
In a few moments I had slunk into the night
With a sense in my gut that some thing wasn't right
Right before I would physically run into you

I could not help but feel that I was
Missing something, missing something
All my life, I think I missed
Something big, something vital, something unerringly true
And today I think that something was you

After rainfall I stepped into the sun
It dried off my skin but the cold made me numb
I stepped back to the porch and back into your arms
With a hide dried so thick that your arrows can't harm
I can carry you miles just perched on my back
But my heart and my belly are safe from attack
Intellectually I know that there's nothing I lack

But I can't shake the feeling that I am
Missing something, missing something
All my life I think I missed
Something big, something vital, something unerringly true
But it's something I've forgotten
In a sky so blue

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We Walk Amongst The Faithful

We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. The tears of angels made us As they flew down from the sky. They didn't want to do it, So all they did was cry. We're stuck amongst the ruin. The horror and despair. We've seen a bit too closely To the heart of Evil's lair. We walk amongst the faithful. Unknown to human eyes. So normal and so human, They can't see through our disguise. We're scarred up on the inside, But outside we're just fine. We hide the truth so well They can't see into our lies. Our daddies were all drinkers. And when they would get mad, They'd take it out us poor souls, And boy were we so glad When Daddy drank himself to sleep, And we could go and hide. Carve another scar into our heart Which was hidden deep inside. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our mommies all liked men Perhaps a bit too much They sampled fair and far And didn't mind the touch. When Mommy fell asleep, Her boyfriends would come down And they would scare us half to death And they'd start to mess around. And after they were done Ravaging our broken souls We'd take our chance to run And hide from things we'd never know. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so human They can't see through our disguise. Our families are all broken We have no place to hide No place to let our tears out Let out what hurts inside. And now we sit here all alone In this dark corner as all hope Evades our longing hands We've lost our way to cope. And now we hide our feelings And what they've done to every “me”. We hold our chins up high. We do not let them see. We walk amongst the faithful Unknown to human eyes So normal and so humans Can't see through our disguise We pretend it doesn't happen We can't let anyone know Our traitor of a heart Is something we can't show. Would anyone even understand What we hold inside our hearts? Or would we be a freak show A different world apart? Maybe one day we will find one Every single one of us Someone who will understand Someone we can trust.

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The Time Has Come To Tell The Tale

The Time Has Come to Tell the Tale…

As all stories begin; a long, long time ago many years removed from now
My memory recalls events from the age of two, when the bullets took the life
Of a good man, an honest man, and what would this world need with that? 
We’re built on lies from the foundation up and there is no room for an honorable man
Led by the hand we’re all parts in the play, pieces to a puzzle still unbuilt
We take our pain like the victors to the grave, though our silence must be broken
Unspoken words may rhyme, but will it be enough that you can read between the lines
Grasp the meaning to the vagueness as it is spelled in black and white…

The never-ending trauma of past events that have done far more harm than good
No lesson learned, no explanation ever given, no apologies ever offered or accepted
And the pain again returns to haunt me, because I know things would not be the same
And what difference it all makes now is the battle I continue to fight each day
Few chances given, even fewer taken, so many risks I have never run
Where has loyalty ever gotten anyone, in this day and age where deeds die with the day?
Held back by the inhibitions that were inbred into my way of thinking… 

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Pass on through the years, age has steady gripped my soul
Worn and weary are my fears, as I'm calmly growing old
How long will I still trod along, as the years will soon unfold

Seen the trials and tribulations, as it yearns to vex my mind
Feel my youth disintegrating, and my brain starts to unwind
Can't seek for a future, that's becoming hard to find

Wars a raging physical, and my bones begin to ache
Heart and blood ain't the same, body slowly feels the quake
As long as I'm still treading years, this is what I still intake

Generations moving on, birthing future sets of men
Views are vastly different, their indulgence I condemn
Wisdom's my companion, experience my only friend

Looking on to rest in peace, only bed I'll lay my head
Planning for my last respect, having little fear or dread
Only thing I wonder 'bout, who will inherit my stead

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The End

The End
Nothing left to say;
journey has been completed,
all is finished now.

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The Search

I went to the valley lookin' for a dime
a nickel's all I found baby ain't it a crime
I went to the valley hopin' I'd find you
I hoped you'd find me too

I went to the river lookin' for a name
a mirror's all I found baby this ain't a game
one time a devil two times a sin
I hope you'll let me in

Woke from a dream I didn't have no place
cool wind vanished without a trace
life went and played me for a fool
that's why I need you

I went to the fact'ry lookin' for some yarn
'fore I knew it I was ripped and torn
tied up in tragedy but don't feel no pain
I got your blood in my veins

I went to to the valley lookin' for a dime
a nickel's all I found baby ain't it a crime
I went to the valley without a clue
I'm so happy I found you

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Free Range Fear

There is too much fear in the world these days,
Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways!
Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats,
Are you frightend of nothing?  Why are you scared of that?

Scared of oppression?  And the way they use aggression?
Are they messing with your head, using psychic suggestion?
Wrestling with your doubts will only lead to fear,
Always looking into shadows.. scared that something's always near.

You're winding yourself up!  There's no reason to be scared,
But it's never as it seems.. so you'd better be prepared.
Because if you're feeling fear, it could be.. you're not ready,
With your trembling legs, and butterflies in your belly.

It's not so strange, that lots of people fear pain,
Being boiled alive, with needles stuck into your brain,
You've got to be careful, I'm afraid to say,
Be quick to make your mind up, to fight or run away.

Would you fill your pants, with a gun to your head?
Now, that's REAL fear.. you could be dead, enougth said!
Some could find your nerves and make you scream for weeks,
They can teach you about pain and how it reaches new peaks.

But the ones like that..  are fearful too,
Of justice, revenge, and the human rights crew.
They should be scared!  I wanna see their faces white,
'Cause they even kidnap kids and slip away into the night!

Now I'll get swept away, as it floods from me,
See, some of these emotions, are as deep as the sea,
Some wanna get a gun, and hunt these sick suckers,
And get them on their knees and say PRAY MOTHERF%%%%%!

See this is the crux..  this is the bottom line,
If they catch you doing that, then it's you that's doing time,
It's never black & white, it's not easy to see..
There are so many fears, it's all part of being free.

Are you scared of the dark, because that's how it began?
Are you scared that it links you to the earliest man?
Who had to hunt to eat, had to kill to stay alive,
And did what they had to, so this race could all survive.

The things to be scared of are the things inside,
You can struggle and fight, but you can never run or hide,
So walk down the street with your head held high,
And face down fear.. because we're ALL gonna die!

But the opposite of fear though..  is to be brave,
Who knows how many lives you could save.
The futures unknown, and we all face change,
It is all just a part of being free-range.

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Too Many Eyeballs Staring at Me

I beat back the shadows all day long for I know now the right from wrong a master student rightfully so this light disciple expects to know the way of a broken soldier when the load is too much to shoulder the back gives in from all the weight am I'm left sitting in that familiar dark place I greet the doorman who lets me in shake his hand with a familiar grin I know his presence will bring much laughter after all the darkness knows whats the matter a well known tango to a fiery soul I've been this way enough to let it go I step over my body when it's had enough sometimes I feel doomed but it's just bad luck I'm bad as **** I know how to be skating on a line I drew up for me can't relive yesterday's dreams nothing I tell you just what it seems Too many people too many freaks too many eyeballs staring at me staying under a halo I keep it simple its as though I've solved one more evasive riddle

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Silent Kingdom

A fallen kingdom of gloom
The murky lands glisten with doom
A lonely road, deserted by time
So perfect now, this kingdom is mine

I paint the moon from memory’s will
The swirling fog keeps my heart still
I’d count on truth, but all light is gone
The only fact is that I breathe on

I wake again, somewhere inside
This kingdom speaks the darkest desires
A grave recalls nursing my pain
The tombs beneath all know my name

A thousand years, decaying in sin
Another hour is a hundred within
A mirror breaks every time I recall
I used to smile; I had life before

I wake again, what was it I found?
The scent of pain, and once more I’m bound
This kingdom knows too much to talk
Now I sleep in graves, as silence befalls

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Second time

Slowly time keeps its beat until there’s no light left in my day.
No dazzling colors left to see just false prophets trying to block my way.
They’re saturated in their own lies, living within their own pain.
They can’t fool me with their deceptions; a warm light has washed me just like rain.
Time moving quickly now,
 I seen what is beyond oh yes I was given just a little taste.
That’s why I don’t focus on the poser’s life is far too short to waste.
Thinking I was drowning, my hands reaching into thin air.
With my heart pounding can anyone see, I hate to show when I’m scared.
My head swirling just like my body, twisting round and round.
Eyes closing slowly with the silence, now silence is my only sound.
I tell you there’s no ego left, it vanished with my last step.
So tired of what those expect from me, I’ll fight till my last breath.
I’ve shaken off the vultures, they have nowhere left to grasp.
No more left here now to frighten me; I hear no more cries from my past.
I’ve been back for awhile now, for some time I walked a narrow line.
I thank God for giving me that second chance I won’t waste it a second time.

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It takes one

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

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


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This Is The End.

I'm on the top of the highest building 
and you're still on the ground.
Looking down at you I always know 
there is a possibility of this crashing down.
I see down into your eyes, but are you even looking up at me?
I take one long deep breath, this could be my last. 
I scream at the top of my lungs!
Can you hear me now or
have you turned a deaf ear? 
I'm on the top of the highest building 
and it's grown crystal clear. 
I fall to my knees and it begins to rain.
Is this a sign of how things have changed? 
I guess things will never be the way they used to be.
I must realize that distance isn't the only thing that's grown between you and me. 
I'll never understand how you let this fall from your hands.
You had the whole wide world.
You let it slip right through the cracks. 
So I stand at the top of the highest building
and let the rain wash through my hair. 
I've realized something and that's everywhere 
that I now turn I know you won't be there. 
There is nothing that I can do, not a word I can say. 
I can't say that I didn't try, can't say a tear I did not cry. 
I must move forward, and leave the past behind. 
I won't let you in my life again.
This is the end.

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Wishful Thinking

Sometimes I wish
that I could fly away,
and leave my life behind-
if only for a day.
Sometimes I wish 
my heart was made of stone.
It would be unbreakable
and I wouldn't feel alone.
Sometimes I wish
I could go back in time.
I would've done things differently
like I pictured in my mind.
But all is said and done.
I can't live in the past.
I know life does go on
and the heartache will not last.

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This is I

It was pointed out to me today that I am self absorbed
My words did not come
For I was stung
Realizing they were right

It was pointed out to me today that I am self centered
I looked at the floor
For I was stung
Realizing that they could see through me

It was pointed out to me today that I am self contained
I pulled at my hands
For I was stung
Realizing that they were exposing me

It was pointed out to me today that I have no concern for anyone but myself
I choked on my words and clenched my fists 
For I was stung
Realizing that they knew me too well

This is what I have become

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Feel Me

I do it for the boys, the girls, men, the women,
plus Allah's unborn children look how I'm living
it's similar to, your situation no money making,
just chips and egg crates in front the Playstation.
Cable's late again my real friends know my struggle,
a rough 9 to 5 plus supplying studio time is my hussle.
It's just my father, Jibri, and I shacked in a shack
shackled to a broken home with no
welcome mat get back.
Everysince my mother left the building,
the feeling ain't the same pain is building
rain is killing the window pain.
Winters are harsh man, but I can take it though
as long as I'm wrapped up in these blankets
I'm a make it man.

I do it for the emcees, the djs, the b-boys, the b-girls,
hip hop is a growing culture plus it's a free world.
Free to manifest expressions,
free to rep your section focused over nice composures
flowing until the night is over.
Don't be like me just be like the music you like
use right rhyme and reason choose nice lines and preach them.
Watch the ones leeching watch who you be with frequent
cause you can end up with your dreams slowly sinking.
Only you can make it in this, it's a business,
forget the fame listen use your senses don't be senseless.
Be patient and grind hard if waiting to shine start
slanging tapes on my block & your block it don't stop.
Hit up every spot around,
it's a milion of us trying to get a milion bucks and
chill in a vila feeling the cool breeze.
I'm am who me.
the same easy dude speaking jeweles
do you I'm a do me.

I started off young with a pen and a pad lyrics I had
before that I scribbled on scraps forget about class.
Entered school thinking of rap,
grades sinking in math
twas either skip, go home, or sit in the back.
During lunch I read what I wrote
they said it was dope, within battles
no one put Bomb Threat on the ropes.
Six years later I.....left to go solo felt I was hopeless
in a group that wasn't hungry only one supplying money me.
Then the south was united, two years later divided
but Mama Glo, had the best ideas,
but I, down no man no way no how
cause if you make it in this game from the heart I'm proud.
FLA I will make this official rake up a pencil
for Jenah's sake I'm a make it
and mention you on an instrumental.
That's a promise I'm honest, show me love back
hold me down
southside is us you gotta love that.

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Part Two

Kansas City nightfall
in a rose-petal garden
Take the Easton & George
to the end of the line
He's been put down to slaughter
turned ash till he rose
To take vengeance on the spirit
The darkness that glows

Free dreams may assault you
so cover up your soul
When he finds you in the garden
the future is recalled
Return to Goliath
put your sling upon your arm
Show the glory of the moment
The turns of right and wrong

Cleopatra's in the river
sunlight for the flames
Rain down upon the heavens
the beat beneath the page
Ticonderoga battles dewfall
the blast that forged the seed
That fertilizes feeling
The riches and the reeds

It's a Manmade
evolution revolution
Axles, fractals, tin-can constitution
raining beds of clovers
On a Kansas City wall

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What if..
..present and age-long, time-tested truths
are but loopholes and hollow of  falsehoods

What if..
..The present world as we know it
Is but endless and infinitely sprawling orbit

What if..
..There are more to the sexes
Than male and female

What if..
..There are other outer and farther regions
of human settlement untouched by civilization

What if..
..a white smoke heralds
The reign of a black African Pope

What if..
..Today persists and perpetuates itself
Ending the turn of tomorrow; of another day

What if..
..All you have left is not another opportunity or chance
But a few hours to your last breath

What if..
..Christianity will diminish to near extinct
And on its ashes a new religion sprouts

What if..
..Fundamentalism overtakes liberalism
And democracy is dislodged with another ‘cracy

What if..
..The lips that give you kiss of love
Is same that tip you off in betrayal
What if..
..Your worst fear
Is the clearest reality of your life

What if..
..Your damndest dream and greatest fantasy
Unfolds before your very eyes

What if..
..The wind of time unfurls
Your best kept worst secrets

What if..
..It depends on you
To salvage our collective humanity and heritage

What if..
..You were permitted for a day
To be a Nation’s President

What if..
..You have a second chance
To live your life all over again

What if..
..The most loved one
Left, or is lost, mad, blind, or dead

What if..
..Your seemingly firm foundation
is actually standing on a slippery mud

What if..
..Your greatest worry
Dissipates into the air like thin smoke

What if..
..Its your last day
To walk the face of the earth

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hell's guardian

over the growing,spreading ever green scape,
rising timidly through stratum's of scandal.
hell's guardian observe's the picket line of karma.
he feel's condemned by the twin's,liberty and freedom.

on a road of cavernous step's and stone's.
near a swamp with bullfrog's as big as battleship's.
hell's guardian shower's in shame.
the great contortionist export's his own justice.

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The Ugly American

When Europeans first came to America, it seemed to be their role...
To reach out with both hands, for all the goods and lands they stole.

When our nation was founded by men of vision...
They spoke out, their king showed them nothing but derision.

The colonization by troops and taxes imposed were so unfair...
Liberty from him was declared, fought for, and taken from there.

The thefts of that king were small by any means...
To the way we have treated our fellow Americans.

We continued to take the Indians' lands...
Never thinking twice, of the blood on our hands.

We greeted the black man with whip and chains...
Can we ever remove the ghosts of their pains?

Yes, we drenched our land red with blood to set them free...
But prejudice remains, even after more than a century.

We have helped set so many peoples free with our aid in war...
Have we forgotten at home, just what was fought for?

"Ours is the greatest country" we tend to shout...
Yet, the Ugly American still lurks about.

The world watches us with wonder and awe...
Many hate or envy us, because of our human nature's flaw.

Many cast for hope, but reel in despair...
The things we do to others, we must do with better care.

The Greatest Generation the world will ever know...
Is slowly dying, their life's light passing out, as darkening embers go.

If our nation should have learned anything...
It must be that millions suffer to have Freedom's Ring.

Our understanding and compassion will go a long way...
To let them see, the "Ugly American's " face, as not so ugly one day.

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What is love

Is love a feeling trapped deep inside 
that any painful moment can cause you to cry
Is love an infatuation with the opposite sex
feeling you must always be at your very best

Is love a thought, action, or deed
grown in the heart from the planting of a seed
for what is love but a single notion
that drives the heart with many emotions

Is love the warmth beneath a gentle breath
that sends uncontrollable chills down the back of your neck
Is love the desire behind a stare that leaves you in a daze
hypnotize by lust struck within its gaze

Is love the security felt from a strong embrace
or the steady soft caress of a hand upon your face
is love missing someone when they've gone on a long trip
or the heated passion of a slow kiss upon your lips

Is love merely knowing someone will always be there
just knowing your heart and life will always be shared

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The Angel of Death and the Joshua Tree

Written January 1, 2014

I'm just passing through 
This tumbleweed town
Wondering why anyone would
Bother to stay around
When the truths that are spoken
By our mothers and fathers
Are lies told to quiet our fears
To quench the thirst
Of a man counting his years

So today is the day
When I'll be laid to waste
Buried beneath this cold dry sand
Where my father once made me the man that I am
So go tell the angel of death
He can have all that's left
I've nothing to fear in this world
Tell my wife and my child
Not to go and get riled
Up over an old useless man
With a feather in my cap and a gun in my hand
Whistling tunes of my favorite band

Now it's just me and Death
Whispering under our breaths
Shouting high to the mountains
And cursing regrets
Who will be the first
One to draw out his gun
But no matter the end that we meet
One's labeled a coward
And the other is knocked off his feet

It looks as if death has triumphed in jest
Believers and sinners have come to pay their respects
So Death please just leave them be
Crying beneath this Joshua tree

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My thoughts, On thoughts

My intentions are never to misguide you, nor to judge you.. My ambition is clearly to enlighten you, brighten you, hold the stars so close that it feels like they can ignite you...Spontaneous, never erroneous, like 4 leaf clover with a hint of some fairy surely must not be enough, because you stand as if empowerment was man? your eyes lack sincerity that can be scattered among the land, just so that it could be proven, but what is life breathing having anything to do with, your character, your inherited nature, your mind of a million thoughts untamed and ungrateful? bastards or his children, we all are forgiven. life is not a game there is a reason that its given. though you blind creatures can be easily deceived and tossed to the wolves where not a seed is less treated.. Equality is universal: not spiritual nor commercial, facts are like blood, once it leaves you it hurts you.. The soul is beyond minds read, we cannot fathom nor conceive. but our virtues are still, so for this time we shall believe.

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My Resurrection

Confusion in my head 
From beginning to end 
Passion of the heart 
Again I start 
Over and over 
Games of art 
Pain inside 
Rips me apart 
That's my life 
No beginning 
No end in sight 
Whos in the mirror? 
I don't recognize them... 
Puts me in fear 
My resurrection begins here 

July 11th, 2008

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The Drink

"Come to bed" she said.
 I don't want to go to bed
 It's empty.
 It's filled with only one body even though there are two.

"Come to bed" she said.
I feel that I can't hold her the way she's meant to be held.
The space between is a ravine.
It is a cavernous void.
The vast expanse is painful.

"Come to bed" she said.
I'm not tired.
My mind yearns for the drink, so that I may yet again forget how empty it's become next to her

"Come to bed" she said.
If Only I could.
I long to have that space between occupied by us again.
Occupied by what we were, when we were.

I whisper in her ear lying next to her. "Come to bed"

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Time Take Me Onward

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Free Style

I'm sitting, drinking a few beers and thinking,
Wondering why, my soul seems to be shrinking,
I'm trying to link this life, all together,
But I never seem to solve this most cryptic endeavor!

I've got so far!  Do I really have to wait?
It's late, and I really hate to be a burden mate,
But I get frustrated, is there nothing I can do,
To make time go faster.. honestly, I can help you!

What do we need?  Mankind must decide,
We need one vision.. to which we're all allied,
One side, one truth to what's right and wrong,
We know what's going on.. it's time for us to get along!

I know the truth, I'm not afriad to say!
Whilst I am still around, they will not win the day.
My mind is too quick, too slick, fast and thick,
When they lay it on the line, it will be soo tradgic!

So now I hold on, focus.. and stay strong,
Wondering why, it all, had to go wrong,
All I really want, is the best I can achieve,
Just please leave me to my thoughts..  finding out what I believe.

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Just Pass Me By

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

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

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

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

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a hesitant dawn

An unusual brand of happiness,
The release of lettting go.
A rush of realization,
Maybe finally you know.
A glimpse of something better,
Came shining through his eyes.
Accepting this fresh exhilaration,
Whilest praying against lies.
Distinguishing between sincerity
and that familiar self-destruction
Gets harder with every heart-break
and each eventual obstruction.

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Judgement Day

You wanna judge me? Well judge this,
 the flavor of the back of my fist!
 You wanna control my mind? Well control your tongue or agony is what you will find. 
I'll break your face, I'll crush your soul, dont mess with me, I might lose control. 
Unleash the rage from the page and let hell rain down on your hole.

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I tried to see what life would be like on the other side of the mirror
I knocked on the glass for days, but no one ever let me in
Cracking, finally, the reflecting world showed me the truth
That it's just like the one I’m in; it only makes you bleed in the end

I only close my eyes
To find something worth looking at
I can only hear your voice
When I’m screaming into the wall
I only think on you
When the cynical inspiration dissipates
And sometimes only the freezing cold
Is all that reminds me I can still feel

Living this perfect life, dream lover, dream house, dream happiness
Take for granted the gift, not accepting your needy independence
Lust, greed, emotional gluttony; everything you've ever wanted
It’s only thanks to me, I created the twist in your soul, I made you who you are

I only close my eyes
To find something worth looking at
I can only hear your voice
When I’m screaming into the wall
I only think on you
When the cynical inspiration dissipates
And sometimes only the freezing cold
Can remind you that you can still feel

Taken by the presence of an all too familiar enemy
This man staring from the corner; he never leaves, never leaves me
Gentle whispers of deception takes hold and only tightens
Painful sobriety renders me vulnerable and helpless
He only laughs as I pray to God to save me

I only close my eyes
To find something worth looking at
I can only hear your voice
When I’m screaming into the wall
I only think on you
When the cynical inspiration dissipates
And sometimes only the freezing cold
Can remind you that you can still feel

Stare into a face, frozen for eternity
Never aging, never moving, never leaving; its world merely fades to white
Longing to go back, wishing to be, nothing humors the hope
Not tears, prayers, nor blood can bring them back
Trapped behind wood and glass; imprisoned in this photograph

I only close my eyes
To find something worth looking at
I can only hear your voice
When I’m screaming into the wall
I only think on you
When the cynical inspiration dissipates
And sometimes only the freezing cold
Can tell me that I can still feel

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Spiritual Recall

Ageless in confession
Above my fear’s greed
It prays for me to falter
And forget what I believe

Life was once a symbol
A tool for self-reclaim
For honest independence
But then began this game

A world that was for taking
Advantage of the true
Through bitter, lost denials
A rebellion then ensued

Pain became infection
Never again a sign
Instead of overcoming
We chose vengeance and design

But though these things run rampant
Life is still a tool
To understand our failures
We will only find more truths

Ageless in this wisdom
Beneath my highest form
And between opposing forces
I will remember where I’m from

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Sticks, Stones and Words

Sticks and stones 
may break bones 
Words pierce the heart 
and stick to the soul 

Sticks and stones 
may scar the skin
Words saddle the heart 
and sour the soul

Words are like arrows; 
in the quiver 
of a temperamental ruler

So powerful is he, 
he had to be made small 
So swift is he, 
he must be fastened 
to the floor, 
held flat down,
behind double gates
in a windowless castle, 
guarded by an army; 
gleaming white as justice

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Who Are We

Sometimes I wonder where I am in the scheme of things;
I often ponder who I am.
The more I age the more epiphany's I get;
each of them making a different man.
Yesterday's me could never foresee who I am now.
I can't pretend I'm not surprised.
Who I have become seems to be a stranger to me,
It's like I'm looking through another man's eyes

Who am I, who are you, who are we
Whoever we are, is it who we should be?
Is there a reason for all this, is there something I missed
that could tell me definitively
Who I am, who you are, who are we

Do you ever wonder if there's more than meets the eye;
something's afoot behind the scenes?
Is there a point to this life we live pointlessly,
that couldn't be imagined in our dreams?
Do tears cried throughout the years, have purpose in the end,
or should we weep more because they don't?
I think everyone should seek for a reason in life
There's no chance of finding meaning if you won't

Who am I, who are you, who are we
Whoever we are, is it who we should be?
Is there a reason for all this, is there something I missed
that could tell me definitively
Who I am, who you are, who are we

Why did I bring this all up anyway
Just sharing thoughts as I think of a tune
I guess I just had to get it all out
as I write me a song in my room;
musing on life as I do

Who am I, who are you, who are we
Whoever we are, is it who we should be?
Is there a reason for all this, is there something I missed
that could tell me definitively
Who I am, who you are, who are we

© L. James Tanner

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Endangered Hearts

Raging black waters
Deadly upon us
Cliffside now crumbling
I’m helplessly tumbling

Forethought depression
Forgot aggression
I still remember
The chill of december

An ocean forever
Darkness the weather
Dead stars are burning
My heart once more turning

The life in me yearning
An instinct returning
Death is a lifetime
Alone without sunshine

Raging upon us
Deadly black waters
But love forged from danger
Keeps hatred a stranger

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The belief of the ancient wise men

                                                                              It is the belief of the ancient wise men
                                                                                    That is worth a must watch and listen
                                                             That self control is the backbone of human character
                                       While justice is one of its key chapter

                                      Control of emotions and desires defines a human that merits honor
                                       Based on ethics and laws from the hands of the divine donor
                                       Being mindful of others at zero-sum and adherence to right
                                      And differing of personal gratification is also a quality of worthiness

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dreaming with my ego

facing the crossroads,
unsure which way to turn, 
i do a slow pirouette 
and hold the world at my finger tips. 

you are playing a game of russian roulette
with my future. 
i wonder, when will you slip,
where is the bullet that you hide? 

i place a ruby on your tongue, 
to break the curse of eden.
we fall beyond a sandy shore. 
i know one day you will sacrafice me for the seasons.

the night time is my freedom,
the only time i breath and can open up my eyes.
but still you hold me blindfolded on the floor, 
suffocating under the pressure of your pride. 

dancing around wolves with feathers in our hair. 
we wear trust as a disguise.
so afraid of the future,
more afraid of the past
lost in the present. 

unsure which way to turn, 
i do a slow pirouette
and try  to grasp the answers 
slipping past my finger tips.   

Contest: "Me against Myself" 
By: Gillian

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Boarding School

When I recall the good old days at school,
I marvel our mood at the times we stood,
Sometimes at noon, in line or loop, 
Or simply too, be part of the brood

Indeed for food, we'd be in a jolly mood,
Hailing a croon with plate, fork and spoon.
Sometimes we'd be good and use the broom,
To clean the rooms or do a scoop.

Sure, for a boon we'd weed ‘round the coop,
And as a boost we'd get the soup.
In time of book we'd find the moot,
Many times too we'd just keep our cool.

As I recall the good days at school,
Oh! How I wish, I could relive a loop,
Once more but soon, yes very soon
Those olden days of splendid boyhood

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Kisses felt:
Moments lost. 
Priceless moments
Always cost.
Peace and love:
Childhood wishes.
Friends forever,
Like butterfly kisses,
Never last
More than a day,
Then they all
Fade away.
Dreams, like shoes,
Become too small
To fit our lives
When potential calls.
Kisses felt:
Moments lost.
Priceless moments
Always cost.
Is the price
Worth the pain?
Or worth the strength
We eventually gain?
Of course it is.
Just persevere.
Don't ever stop dreaming.
Don't live in fear.

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They spread across the table
to sway injuries of oak stained smothers, 
Just as though my values in obscure realities, 
comfortable by the sound of thrashing drums, 
the acoustic vigilant in the distance... 

The spread carried little suspense...
and emerged in the deck, 
a prophet 
somehow who silenced the room 
as he turned his back, 
then unearthed a whispered truth, 
admonished such self-deceit
in an underworld of resisted certainty, 
wasting the lives of those I love 
countering gifts of wisdom

No wheels would spin he told, 
Though quickly change is in each gust, 
Reached deep into the robe, and revealed
2 wands I now hold 
upside down in doubt of all my courage, 
defeated behind a coverlet of denial.

Yet in the distance...
as I consumed what I knew to be true, 
There was glimpse 
a High Priest who smiled, 
delivered 9 wands of fire
told me experience 
will draw me out of any doubt, 

and so my thoughts then vestured on you, 
allowed myself to retrace, 
and I stirred with belief as I requested faith, 
Then dared to ask a Priest so High
to show me what love might convey...
and upon waters of tainted dreams
and the lady who should carry hope 
Was fear.. 
then in a moment of vulnerability
the moon pounced 
just to tell me I was fooling myself, 
and priest laid the last sign for me that night..
my duty to accept the card of disillusioned.
but I don't know.

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Another Song: Inspired by M Carl Holman, By Ron Porter

Resigned to my isolation,
stuck in stasis sure as death
Weary of my solitude
and pained to not be by myself.

I went out to find the crowd
for comfort and, for company.
In each face I saw allowed,
reflections of the prison of me.

Sharp and cutting as a knife,
it did cleave to the bone
each was trapped in his own life.
Even together; all are alone.

I returned to my cell
full of dread and, distress.
Each man creates his own hell;
mine - my lingering loneliness.

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Die With Passion

You need to come find me.
This, this game is done can't you see?
I can not hide from you any more.
I want to watch you suffer, suffer more.

This game is getting so old.
My heart has become so cold 
I do not love you any more.
I’m frozen to my core.

I don’t love you any more
Listen to me roar,
I hate you passionetly.
You’ve set my anger free.

I don’t even really care
If you’re no longer there
Lord you made me cry
I wish you would just die
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore

Come on out stop hiding
As you can see you’re not my King
Come on out and play
Today’s your dying day

I don’t love you anymore
My heart is what you tore
Lord you killed me
You ignored my dying plea.

I will never even care
If you’re no longer breathing air
I’ll be glad when you die
And you want to know why? 
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore

(now go) You are going to die 
(you) Didn’t even care that I
(go) Was used like trash, blown away
(die) It’s your time to pay

I don’t love you anymore
All the suffering that I bore
Your soul is coming with me
To Hell we’re going to flee

I don’t even really care
That you’re dead, I’m well aware
The time has come for this goodbye
To Hell will your soul fly
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore

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Luciferia II-- The Damned

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

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Choosing Between Two Fates

I am a world that hides
A twisting turning sea of emotion
Destruction of the negative is
My one and only mission

I've fought a thousand wars
I found out what it takes to make it through
The trust within ourselves
And what it could mean to take hold of you

When two worlds collide
I'm damaged and I'm trapped inside a cell
And when I try to hide
I force others to fall into their Hell

You know we're strong enough
To survive if we end it all right here
But should we go further
And push right through this bleeding wall of fear?

The sun is bright and shining down
And in its light, I act
Don't wanna push, don't wanna fight
Just want to retract

But if I just put in the work
I feel that we could fly
I've got to let my anger sleep
To know the reasons why

Such an odd twist of fate we're in
In the mirror's light I see my eyes tearing
Perhaps it's best to just step on
And take you by my side to ride into the dawn

Taking my sweet time
Waiting for someone else to move
The cliff I'm sliding down on
The edges here are far too smooth

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Happy Birthday!

On the Walk of Life
We pass each path but once
And leave behind a lasting trail
To each one who passes, to tell a tale.

The seeds you’ve sown 
On your Walk each day
In a hundred little hearts 
To point to them the Way
Will bloom spreading fragrances of love and care
Thanking the good Lord for keeping you for them, there. 

As a friend, I’ve you known
Inspiring, caring, challenging
To the world you have shown
How godliness builds a home
Love builds courage; loyalty sustains hope, nourishing care 
And we thank God a little of that each of us, your friends, share. 

Happy Birthday my friend, and may you be blessed with many, many more!

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You Take Me Higher

Will I say: “I made a difference”? 
Will I say: that I stood out? 
Will I say: “I gave it my all, beyond the shadow of a doubt”? 
When it is my time that comes, and when the end is near 
Will I accept the outcome? 
Will I have any fear? 
I’ve made so many mistakes 
My judgment’s not been right 
I’ve burned so many bridges 
But still, I see a light! 

It seems like every time I want to close the door, there you are, you hold the key, 
and I don’t know what for 

You take me higher 
You are the one 
I know you hold the key 
You take me higher 
You are the one 
What am I supposed to be? 

I am here 
You are there 
I am here 
You are there 

You take me higher 
You are the one 
I know you hold the key 
You take me higher 
You are the one 
What am I supposed to be? 

Will I say: “I made a difference”? 
Will I say: that I stood out? 
Will I say: “I gave it my all, beyond the shadow of a doubt”? 
When it is my time that comes, and when the end is near 
Will I accept the outcome? 
Will I have any fear? 
I’ve made so many mistakes 
My judgment’s not been right 
I’ve burned so many bridges 
But still, I see a light! 

You take me higher 
You are the one 
I know you hold the key 
You take me higher 
You are the one 
What am I supposed to be?

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I hear sounds 
i see people passing by 
and cars flashing past 
the window 
I am alone 
But not entirely alone 
for in my mind i see 
wave upon wave of memories 
crowding the shore of my reality 

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Walking down the block
street lights they blind me,
trying to find a spot
where memories can't find me.
High off this weed
hearing sounds of crying,
I turn around, look
and see my past behind me.
I must get rid of old habits
hurting my present,
never felt touched
by an angel I stay stressing.
At times I wonder is me Allah's testing only,
cause he can punish the phonies and just console me
leave me lonely if you have to
my future's in trouble,
me and the Reaper need to talk
we have to huddle.
Let me breathe to concieve a seed,
truley indeed if I bleed
you're a b---h indeed believe.
I'm still young don't want a final destination
steady pacing in my living room
sipping liquid meditating.
Allah if I die before it's my time,
please let me ressurect as a rhyme I can't die.

Life is hard enough
you all make it seem death is
easy I,
take nothing for granted
I'm weezy I keep on
seeing my,
bad dreams repeating
at nightfall when I'm
sleeping my,
inner demons know as my
enemies keep on
weeping why.
Shaytan stands on my shoulder with
eagle eye,
talking in my earlob
I hear no evil on the other side.
So when I'm speaking the truth
peeping my moves
keeping me cool
when I speak speech
reaching to you.
Bad news stays close to me
seeking for clues,
I must be focused when I
ease in the booth.
Won't think about my, parent's divorce
won't think think about the,
love of my life
leaving me for New York.
I have to get, off my mind those times
and look ahead,
that's why I sit, write rhymes,
take it to the head.
Allah if I die before it's my time,
please let me ressurect as a rhyme I can't die.

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Cleansed by Water

A dark embrace, quiet and cold
Born to sink into this mould
The earth a path of perfect distress
Of wolves and sheep, I was made to confess

So empty then, in playful repent
Such guilt in awe of all that I spent
All protest thrown into the sea
My spirit drowned by the monster in me

Then reborn, as silent as sin
A broken storm, a chaotic thing
Creating pain; scorching this world
The ocean’s cries going unheard

Casting stones at evil’s request
Into the pain my mirror detests
Her empty face; the lessons I fought
How many lost; how many sought?

Broken then, seeking despair
Designed to die; created to share
To fade alone, I sought barren lands
The winter ice then taking my hand

A cracking shell, the ocean beneath
Cleansed by rain encompassing me
A greater depth I’d never known
Awash with pain, but no longer alone

The soul I’d lost, holding me still
Empty before, but now I am filled
Reborn in light; reclaimed by the sea
The ice is gone, and now I am free

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Preaching utopia

Pain withheld from a skeptic being 

Colliding emotion to save, destroy

Bonds breaking, cleansing forming creation

Bring to me hell for I await burning flesh over my forsaken soul

Life lingers with the bitter stench of apathy

Awaiting the savior to release my contorted soul 

Searching, scouring all to relieve torture from my existence

Blinding cynicism is all that prevents you from reaching that binding high, connection 
to create everlasting love

Preaching utopia, an ongoing challenge

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In this time before I die

I will find my way through the ruins of lives since past

I will honour those who came before by making the same mistakes

I will have cause and purpose without perspective or reason

I will tell wicked lies and hide from the pain

I will take comfort in harmful things but not let it get the best of me

I will love recklessly and dispassionately causing more harm than good

I will intend to apologize but will lose the opportunity

I will capture haunting memories and replay them in a desperate need to feel

I will long deeply for her, in silence

I will misunderstand the value of being alone and regret it

I will question all that I know from time to time or perhaps all at once

I will spend all that I have chasing a dream only to wake up midway through 

I will with good intention do the very least that I can

I will wonder what it was all really for anyway

And yet, I will continue to search

For something

Other than


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Have you ever wondered why the trees, like people, either stand or are fallen after 
a dramatic storm?!

Have you ever wondered why the people unlike trees can get up and get stronger 
for the next storm…..

Have you ever wondered why you’re still standing when all else around you is 

Have you ever wondered why you can find peace in the middle of the greatest 
torment around you…..

Have you ever wonder why the nature is so united in all seasons of life…always 
united and in harmony….

Have you ever wondered if flowers love their butterflies….

Have you ever wondered how the creatures of the sky know the direction of their 

Have you ever wondered if the sky meets the rainbow or just lets it glow for a 

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Desecrated Divinity

Severed connection to bring upon annihilation. 

Death save me from this pandemonium, bring amongst me a fallen angel,  

Relieve the overburdening blow that desecrated divinity,

Thought to be the cure, 

Caressing conformity to strought ideals,

A lapse in love maybe, but I’m for certain in dire need of my vice, my drug to 
complete my being

Death save me from this pandemonium, bring amongst me a fallen angel.

Relieve the overburdening blow that desecrated divinity,

Pleading perfection to a jury of cynics,

The never-ending bliss, beside the overtaking pain.

Nearing angelic yet dwelling within hate,

Complexity lies within yourself, unleash its mind-blowing beauty

In the end misconceptions lead with growing paranoia shall rupture to the demise

Forever searching for a gateway back into my utopia, the land of divine creation 

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Taste remorse bleeding from my lips,
Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed.
Shooting stars struggle to eclipse
One last flash of a perfect wish.

Make the way with me,
Help my spirit flee,
Set my soul free,
It is smothered.
Let me find my place
In this tempting haze,
In the night's embrace,
I am bothered.

Hear the sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries' lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it's an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

Trapped by the truth,
I curse its majesty,
Dreams of my youth
Lose sense of gravity.

I'm not sane, not mad,
Not alive, not dead,
Shades of past regret
Haunt me farther.
I am straying blind
With my truth denied
On the other side
From the others.

Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries' lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it's an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

Quelling silent screams,
All alone,
Listing paper dreams
On my own,
I am sick of this
what's the way it is?

Dreams are all shattered,
What could be worse?
Doom of the life in fetter,
Filled with the same remorse.

Fight or surrender?
Shield or defender?
I'm helpless at anything.
Thoughts of despair
Twirl in the air.
I'm losing my everything.

Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries' lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it's an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

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The Invisible Battle

Eschewing the threat
of forlorn solitude,
I succumbed 
to the proposal
of sly temptation.
Paying no heed
to the apprehensions 
of my soul,
I submitted myself
to the lure of deceits.

Hence the beginning
of my distressing plight:
alas, I'm now trapped
in forged chimera.
Like an undead pirate
ravenous for affection,
my sanity's consumed
by my thirst for acceptance.

Yet blinded by delusions
I still chose to remain
in this pretentious warp
of terrestial hell.
Ignoring the clamor
of my heart and psyche,
I'm now whole, yet divided
between myself and I.

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A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind

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Love Lost

The man of my heart has become the man of my sorrow
Each day I pray to be happy and together
My hunger for his love and simple touch
Is not enough
I long for him to embrace and see me as a lovely creature
Chasing the sweet smell of my beauty
The smile I would see was worth everything in the world
Slowly it fainted into a deep unknown, a mess of shadows
The treasured words will always be remembered
But the quiet lonliness will hang darkly over
Why has my mystic loveliness gone away?
Where is the once called Man?
Will he ever come again?
Steadfast and strong
Ready to seize a day of endless love

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Insignificant Man

Deep in the jungle where the deep river laps
And the tiger rich meal eaten naps
Where the young one’s play at their mothers side
And the deep verdant canopy reaches far and wide

In a lush green meadow where the cattle stand
Chewing their cud as they stroll the land
Where the fields are divided into pattern and lines
And rich purple grapes grow on trellised vines

Down a country lane a maiden skips
And a postcard in the mailbox slips
While children round the sweet shop crowd
Teasing in childish voices, playful and loud

On a grassy hillside a shepherd bends
While he gentle watches and his flock tends
The thick grass gentle under his feet
That becomes stiff and hard in the snow and sleet

Deep the blue ocean, her ever changing tide
While the foamy white surf on the billows ride
While the sea her fury to the sky expresses
Yet runs softly to shore and there gently caresses

In the desolate dessert the hot sun blazes
As the day passes through its many phases
For far and wide do the sand dunes span
In the distance a mirage of a solitary man

Up on Mount Everest in the cold and snow
Where stinging like a whip dies the freezing wind blow
Where all around there is nothing but ice
And the cost of a climb is life as the price

In the city street the people rush
Never a moment without a hush
And tall the stone buildings blocking the light
While toxic emissions pollute the night

On this fair planet that circles the sun
Where mountains rise and rivers run
There is so much diversity in this small place
It’s hard to imagine what’s out in space
We are so insignificant, the human race!!!


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Words that linger upon these lips The sealed faith that cannot be erased Traces of what was Remnants of what is The falsity in his eyes the single shout of a cry Wondering why oh why Did you choose to die The words that conspired to tell a lie The answers that form to leave her torn Unto this world she is born anew Trying her hardest not to live in spite No truth to be found Numbness consumes as her vision starts to blur Another day into the lies in which she creates A faded picture on the wall tells a story to us all Her dreams of them two no more His face caught between the fade and the fake Indecision on her mind Trying to decide Was it wrong or was it right The fear that enters her mind The regret that she wishes she never met His heart beat how bitter and sweet The comfort she felt knowing he was right there Torn away as if he was just a mistake Another lie inside her mind She wishes she can find another place to hide 10-20-09

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Depressed Stream of Consciousness

Want to cut,
Want to die,
Not can't,
Want to but won't.

They love me.
So what?
I love them.
You suffer...
I know.
Life sucks....
I really, really does...
Who knows,
Maybe death is better...
The dead know.
I bet they do,
They only way is to join them.
But I won't.
I have responsibilities.

"The woods are lovely dark and deep"
Now aren't they...
"But I have promises to keep"
So, so many...
"And miles to go before I sleep"
So many....
"And miles to go before I sleep"
Too many?

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My life, music to my spirit,
Because of The hands that touched my soul
Life around me, seemingly unaware of its purpose
Is running in the same direction, but in circles
I find myself running, as always, in the opposite direction
Not mainly because I know my purpose 
But because of The hands that touched my soul
The challenge of life is living it 
The beauty of challenge is the reward
And all we have to do is listen
To the sound of life 
And feel The hands that touch your soul ...

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About Last Night - New Year's Eve Remorse

About last night...

I just wanted to write and tell you
That last night was a big mistake
I'd had way too much to drink
I was tired and it was getting late.

I wasn't thinking clearly
I wasn't thinking the way I normally do
I let my emotions get the best of me
I let you tell me things that were not true.
I was influenced by the moment
I did things that I now wish I didn't do.

When we first met last night
I could see clearly see what was on your mind.
I could see clearly read your twisted intent
I could easily read the lust that was in your eyes.

And it had nothing to do with 'Forevers"
'I do's', White Dresses or White Weddings
Long term commitments of any kind.
It all had to do with you pleasing yourself
Executing what was on your mind.

And so I let you woo me
I let you stay with me for a while
You had a sort of amusement
You had a captivating smile.

When we danced all night
I let you hold me close
I closed my eyes and pretended
That we were in love
I let myself be in a different place
I place where I was loved.

Last night's drinking led to dancing
And then dancing led to our first kiss
And then kisses led to other things
Things I engaged in
But now in hindsight
With some remiss.

And so I just wanted to tell you
If it had been in another time or place
I would never have given you the time of day
You never would have kissed my smiling face.

And so I feel that I need to tell you
On this first day of the first of the year
That I never ever want to see you again
In spite of last night's cheer.

You just happened to be there
When I needed someone to engage 
With a comforting smile
You were a mild amusement
You kept me company for a while.

And so that's about all I needed to tell you
About what happened late last night
I just wanted to write you a formal goodbye
And tell you what was on my mind
I thought that I would send it to you
And do what I thought was right.

*A Hypothetical Reflection on a New Year's Eve Tryst

(January 1,  2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Am Strong: I Ask- God Gives

I Am Strong:  I Ask… God Gives

Spellbound?  I need strength…
When charmed by the wiles of my own imagination.
And I like a puppy chasing his own tail, need direction.
I ask God for strength.

Fearful?  I need strength…
When fear of the unknown attacks my confidence.
And I like a lamb in a lions, den need courage.
I ask God for Strength.

Tempted?  I need strength…
When worldly ways test my moral fiber disguised as rapture.
And I like a wind tattered bird need to make the right choice.
I ask God for strength.

Coerced?  I need strength…
When forces beyond my control seek to bully me.
And I like shivering abandoned fawns need might. 
I ask God for strength.

Scorned?  I need strength…
When ridicule overpowers my fragile heart.
And I, like a frail orchid falling, need help.
 I ask God for strength.

Strength?  I need strength…
When everyday that I live sin is against me.
And I know faith is walking through life with me…
I ask God for strength.
     …and God Gives Abundantly.

© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
February 1, 2010

Poetic form:  Lyrical

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The dark invented my mind
Inspired my designs
The light created the pain
Duality insane

All hope has taken a turn
Become something I yearn
And only reason is left
Fighting off my bitter theft

The war within confides
With universal life
Still something they can’t see
Duality disagrees

All laws are part of the plan
To openly re-expand
The darkness in our thoughts
For this the truth runs short

The love of life will fear
The love of hate too near
But then what do I know?
My dualism grows

As night digs deep in the dirt
Now clutching at my hurt
The light is holding me
Duality’s guarantee

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Muddy body,
slimy spirit
and my wet vision doesn't identify you near.

All my fresh is drenched with water.
All my soul is imortally drowned.

(You will not come as usual, it's clear.)

Days of dryness.
Days of wild heats.
and many of harsh heart beats.

Days of atrocious storms.
Days when I born
and some when I die 
(that I feel myself aside)

And there are days I'm out of bounds...

But when you don't hear my claim,
and when you are not even around,
These are the days
when I always rain.

Patricia Evans

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The sound of falling in drops

Released from the mass

Able to be free

To find a way through

Complete, now

For only a while

Time is eternal

Peace everlasting

The sound fades away

The drops return

Complete, again

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The Night and Her Ways/Lost Under The Sun

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

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

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

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

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

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A square in a square

Four lines equal length

Then repeated

People pass through

And over and around

Tires squeal

Lights change colour

Dogs on leashes

Rain soaked pavement

The foundation for this

Fifteen stories up

It all becomes clear

Life carries on

Under an umbrella

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All That Remains is to Sign the Papers

It occurs to me to divorce my own personality
On the grounds of irreconcilable differences.
No hurt feelings – just let it go its own way
And leave me in peace, at home in my head.

Of course, one problem is that without it
I would be rather alone in here, rattling around
As a solitary resident of this too solid flesh
That everyone seems to recognize as me.

I really don’t mind living alone, you know.
I’m sure I would get more accomplished
Without the tangled and inappropriate doings
Of my banished psyche – sleep better, too.

To tell the truth, the division of property
Would not be much of an ordeal – together,
We seem not to have acquired much of value.
And there aren’t any children – just lots of books.

My mother will likely suggest counseling first,
Just to make sure before we make it official.
But God knows we’ve been in therapy for years.
The medication helps some – but not enough.

So…divorce it is. I’m looking forward to the quiet.
My personality causes way too much commotion.
At my age, I deserve to have peace in my own home.
But it will be strange not to have anyone to talk to.

Perhaps we can remain friends after a while,
When the divorce is final, and I’ve had some time
To think about my personality’s positive qualities.
Realistically, though, that hardly ever works out.

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Who is to know?

What is real?

Are you it?

Do you know?

Do you care?

Does it matter?

Will it infect?





Disguises, disguises, and surmises are no surprises

For the wisest. 

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Into Depression

A willing trek through the thick blackness
a willing regress into depression
all for the sake of keeping sane
the only thing known by the brain for so long
a forced seclusion
with a sorrowful inclusion of painful memories
sitting there all alone
in the darkness once called home
rotting through flesh
decaying bones
soul seeking

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Liar's Moon

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

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Losing the Lost

Days and nights
of endless splendor,
the heart raptured
in the most magnificent
manner that
humankind can muster.
Time halts but 
my heart races on.
As I prepare to throw
my life away,
I prepare to lose everything,
if only in losing it all
I gain you.

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Oh scandalous time

Time goes on
Without a trace
Never seeing
Face to face
Even A glimpse
Of what is in store.

You try hard
To no avail
Ever lis'ning
For the bell
To ring The sound
That ends the war.

Time just goes
(On earth, in space)
Never slowing
Up the pace
To let You have
The chance to score.

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Ten to Twenty, aka a Very Long Sentence

Beady black-eyed bird perched in the bush
outside my window cocking his head
from side to side eying the squirrel-proof
feeder that is coated thickly with a layer of
Vaseline not to keep the squirrels away but
to keep the rats out of the feeder who have
taken up residence in the pampas grass which
separates my house from the neighbors and
who have multiplied (the rats, not the neighbors)
at a rapid pace ever since the neighbor's yard man
killed that perfectly harmless snake, waking me
from my daylight sleep...the harsh and unusual
noise of a man pounding a snake to death with a
stick and wanting to stop him but unable to open
any windows in this old house which were all
painted shut by careless painters or demented
residents, perhaps Joe who used to live here and
briefly made his ghostly presence known when
we first moved in, but now only occasionally pulls
the shower curtain open if we leave it closed and
sometimes makes a rattling noise with the little
lever that closes the drain in the bathtub which we
never take baths in because who wants to lay
around in tub filled with soapy dirty water, fecal
cells floating around attaching themselves to your
chest, your hands and then you feel like you have to 
take a shower, anyway, so why waste time that you
could be spending watching the bird who is eying
the greasy feeder with great suspicion.

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A death confirmed by falling stars
I open my eyes with every scar
White fire compelled to hold my sight
The ice in my heart repels the light

This scene beyond what I can speak
A passionate power that leaves me weak
More silence spilling from my lips
Reciting the lie that I exist

A flash of rainbow through the night
A planet beyond has pierced the sky
I reach to hold it in my hands
The darkness now shatters above the land

All colours I have never seen
The sensation of feeling without being
Such darkness swirling radiant thought
Creation destroying the natural laws

A death reversed beyond my dreams
Tiamat speaking of my disease
White oceans frozen by my soul
Reconnecting the sky to make me whole

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Whenever you feel  life has not gone the way you would like.

What should you do to rectify the path?

Do you work a little harder to forge the way?

Save your troubles to think about another day?

When your head is clear and the weariness subsided?

Heart on cuff - head in gear, logic and clear!


No tear, 

No tear, 

No tear.

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December's Statue

The snow lies deep...deep about my feet
and as the sun climbs over the horizon
I walk into a Day that has not been before...

December carves out
Winter's shapely breast
with her sharp and poignant breath
and leaves her desire for Spring exposed
for all to see.

Her biting wind whips throughout the trees
branches tossed like loose hair in a breeze
Looking away from an Autumn
that is not longed for, nor forgotten.

(December 12, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

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My Scottish Play

I should be a renowned British
actor of the stage,
emoting the full cannon of emotions,
from bliss to rage.
Yet, a lonely thespian am I,
with no woman, no part,
only an endless series of dress
rehearsals for my heart.

"A horse! A horse! My kingdom
for a horse!",
would be even better with
other actors around, of course.
"Sleep, perchance to scream...
I mean dream..", ah dammit!
Knowing the proper lines
is important, I must admit.

No question as to the author,
no scholarly debate,
like naming the Scottish Play,
speaking of love pens my fate.
Such simple words, but
such curses they are for me,
everything seems so well, at first,
then laid waste in tragedy.

"Hey Jude, don't let me down...",
wait, that's all wrong,
that's not The Bard, but
The Beatles. Oh, what was I on?
"Out! Out! Damned spot!",
I always must speak that line,
they never make it that far,
those Lady Macbeths of mine.

Hell! Did I say "Love", and "Macbeth"!?!
"Doom! Doom! Doom! Doom!"
I shall forever be trading lines
with the walls of my bedroom.
What is it about Shakespeare
that he spells my ruin every time?
Leading ladies leaving me
to struggle alone with each rhyme.

No question as to the author,
no scholarly debate,
like naming the Scottish Play,
speaking of love pens my fate.
Such simple words, but
such curses they are for me,
everything seems so well at first,
then laid waste in tragedy.

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To Scared to Speak

I'm bound by these shackles 
of your leave that won't leave.
You moved on back then
but my heart, it won't grieve.
Instead it denies truth
and swears that you'll be back.
I've tried so hard to fight,
strength of will I will always lack.
I'm so in love with you
like there has never been love before.
These goals, these hopes, these dreams
mean nothing without you anymore.
Even though unrequited
these feelings may never cease.
They'll never make it past my lips,
though they day by day increase.
So I'll listen to all your problems,
And then you'll listen to mine.
I'll still pretend you're just a friend,
And tell you that I'm 'fine'.

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america through my eyes

no emotion. no feeling. just thought, and thought alone. thoughts of nothing. 
thoughts of everything. normality to you is alien to me. how do you feel when i 
cannot. is there a difference? besides the obvious?  helpers need not apply?

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Mental Masochism

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

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Loud Thoughts

I'm trying to write a poem,
so I need to sit here in peace.
Just an hour or so, at least.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm feeling a little on edge,
but I've managed to stay calm
by listening to my favorite song.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm burning a soothing candle
that smells of creamy toffee.
Of this stress, I must be free.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm sitting here by myself
and I still can't concentrate.
It's getting really late.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm going to need some sleep.
You’re still here, playing your games.
Let me get to the end of this page.
Could you please be quiet?
I'm thinking all day long.
Because of you, I can't forget
hopes for tomorrow and yesterday’s regrets.
I told you to be quiet.

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The toys are Broken

I dreampt that everyone
vanished without a trace
and I was the only one
wearing blue that day
never felt soo happy
never felt soo alive

I dreampt that everyone
lived in houses that were all the same
and I was the only one
who couldn't slide
never felt soo lonely 
never felt soo alive

I dreampt that everyone
was famous
and I was the only one
smiling that day
never felt soo special
never felt soo alive

I dreampt that everyone
had the same dream as me
but I was the only one
God spoke to
Never felt so righteous
never felt so alive

One room leads to the next
it goes on and on
but it just never ends
One story
alone cannot make proper sense
so they go on and on and on and on
but it just never ends
One thought
uncovers all the rest
it goes on and on and on and on
until everyone forgets
One song
breaks the code of silence
but goes on and on and on
until everyone forgets
One memory
leads to the next room
it goes on and on and on
but never makes sense

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The Sixes and Sevens Veil

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

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Which Way - modified to 16 lines

We've been floating through the years
Just you and me my dear
Without a worry on our minds
Or a watch to keep the time

Yet we question of a time long gone
When the long forgotten speak
Their minds
And we let ours go in time

How will you answer
My love
Will you trust in your beloved
Or look to the stars above

As the days roll by
I wonder why
Which will
Which will you try

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Liken Marriage to an Egg

The egg may be cracked
But, yes it can be fixed
With bit of bond and wax
And a few more little tricks

It’s only lost a bit of white
Not any of its yoke
The union yet still intact
Not too much really broke

With a bit more love and care
Some time to heal and mend
The crack can be set whole again
Made perfect in the end

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The Third Eye

The third eye can see 
Beyond the senses that be
To see the soul within
And the coming of a sin
It sees beyond the thinning veil
The weight and balance of the scale 
Seeking answers from beyond 
Will the universe respond
To the questions now unknown
Its acuity one must hone
To know the signs that are sent
As answers to our discontent
Visions from oblivion appear
To the mind that is still and clear
Thoughts enter from the other side
The mind is gracious to abide
It is a gift that we receive
And in that gift we must believe

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My Thoughts

If my thoughts could escape from this head that they’re in
and wind their way out and into this world
you’d find that so many of them have a focus
a focus so clear, held in common, and good
You’d find in them a girl who is my whole world
and all of the love my heart holds for her
They’d sing to you songs that would defeat the classics
saying more than The Beach Boys, The Turtles, and Elvis
They’d sing of her beauty, both inside and out
These thoughts would keep winding and grow as they go
as she’s always inside me and on my mind
thinking about her is how I spend the most time
Finally my thoughts, they’d finally see her
then they’d close is as they longingly sought her
And at the point in which they finally caught her
they’d give her my love, my joy, and my laughter
because she is the one who made them all happen
She is the one my thoughts are filled with
She is the one I’ve been searching for so long
She is the one I’ve been waiting for, for all of these years
She is the one that my heart truly loves
She is the one that my heart truly loves

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A Silence so Loud

This beautiful face, what is it worth
For beauty is nothing without love
So just speak the words to take the pain
Cause I had something to be proud of
Every day, I whisper to God
Bring me my angel back
And every day, I want to scream
As He lets me down again
Every day, I cry to God
Bring me my angel back
And every day, I want to scream
Cause He let me down again
I can only ask why
But the answer I know
It rips me apart
Cause its time I have to go
I look to my only Dad
With tear stained eyes
As my lungs choke
On my final cries
This beautiful face, what the hell is it worth
For beauty is nothing without love
So just speak the words to take the pain
Cause I had something to be proud of
And now it’s gone
The only thing I had left
The only gift I ever had
Was taken by the Giver
So I sit here crying
These voices won’t leave me
I just keep telling myself
That this just can’t be
Do you know how much I want to die?
Do you know how much I have cried?
Do you know how much I just miss
Such a simple thing as an everlasting kiss
Do you know how much I want to die?
Do you know how much I have cried?
Do you know how much I just miss
Such a simple thing as an everlasting kiss
This beautiful face, what the hell is it worth
For beauty is nothing without love
So just speak the words to take the pain
We had something to be proud of…

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Severed by my angel
This victim learns to crawl
The experience grants insight
“An irony”, I called

There’s nothing left to hear me
And I must now become
The victim that regains life
And the redeemer of the sun

Lost wings have left me broken
The fall left so much hate
I steal an earthly image
I wear it to relate

Slowly I must stand up
Slowly I announce
“I am but your reflection”
And slowly I break out

I fear for those that see me
I’m frightened that they won’t
For everything I’ve witnessed
I’ve discovered what they know

Severed by their angels
These victims close their eyes
Embrace that they are dying
“An irony”, I cried

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Misplaced Wonderland

Nothing sings are you listenin’.
In the ponds there’s no fishes.
A pitiful sight
We’re lonesome tonight,
Walking in dying wonderland.

Gone away are the bluebirds
Here to stay are the blizzards
To howl all night long
To sing a swan song
Walking in dying wonderland.

In the wasteland we can build a bunker
Then pretend that we like it as home.

They’ll say are you breathing?
I’ll “Yes, Sir!”
Any hungry dog 
will take a bone.

Later on we’ll respire
In gas masks by the fire,
To face much afraid
The plans that we’ve laid
Walking in a dying wonderland.

In the Artic we can’t build a snowman,
barren ground there, no ice  to be found 
We can’t find a polar bear or reindeer   
And Ole Santa Claus is not around.

When it snowed, it was thrilling,
Though your nose got a chilling
We froliced and played, the Eskimo way,
When we had a winter wonderland.

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Dark Homecoming

Dissolving all ideals
The reasons trapped in ice
Evil changed its tactic
And our love beckoned the night

Desperately clinging
To the dawn of all descent
Heartless our shaping
All good has now been spent

Demonstrations calling
Become what we all see
Decayed and animalistic
Because everything agrees

The danger in not knowing
That a shark can only bleed
It eats at itself slowly
Or it become another’s meat

And this is what is calling
From the pain that we call home
Where everything now festers
Where everyone’s alone

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Dead in My Heart

There are many things in my head
but there’s only one type of dead
Dead in the heart
I’ve been loving too hard
with that so easily bruised part
I need to make it new (I need it renewed)
I need to have it whole
I need it happily fulfilled
I need these scars
to fade away
but it’s an impossibility
due to my inability
to forget
I wish I could

I hate the way
I’m only happy on cloudy days
I hate the way
there’s so much that I just can’t figure out
There’s so much that I just cannot take
There are so many things that I hate
but they all rate below you
I hate you

I’m lamenting the very day
that I took my heart and gave it away
I want it back
I want the old me returned right away
I want me back
I want to finally wake up
and not think of this breakup 
and finally breathe easily at last
I feel another panic attack
Another moment of
having no hope at all
Another time I find myself
so freaked out
and then I fall
I’m falling down

I hate the way
I’m only happy on cloudy days
I hate the way
there’s so much that I just can’t figure out
There’s so much that I just cannot take
There are so many things that I hate
but they all rate below you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
Yes I do
I hate you

How does that make you feel?
Well I hope it makes you feel
twice as bad as you make me feel
I feel bad
I am so unlovable
so untouchable
so forgettable 
so forsaken
I feel bad
And I hope you feel
twice as bad as you make me feel
because I hate you
I hate you
Yes I do
I hate you
because I’m dead in my heart

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The Book of You

I see you, more than you understand
Your heart, your soul, its like the perfect book

Your heart it beats and yet you do not live
Why do you resign yourself to such a fate,
A fate, an attempt at life that is such a waste

I know in your heart you wish things where different
Wish the past had not happened, 
Wished that your heart did not ache so much

This wish is futile, to wish your heart away is to hide
Do not hide from what enriches your life
You will forever remember this
Learn from these pages in your book 

Yet that crippling pain is likely the purest emotion you have felt
I am here staring into you, reading you

I see your soul for what it is,
It is struggling to restore your shattered heart
Your greatest weakness is your fear

You fear for what can be, for the next pain
So many times you have been shattered
Many times broken and defeated

But you must learn to fight back
Learning that pain is only the beginning is the only way

Without this I doubt your heart or your soul will survive
Survive the apocalypse of your life, fate has not ended it
This is after all just the beginning of your future

I beg you to continue your life,
I yearn to read into your heart, mind and soul more

Please forgive my selfishness but I need you to continue
The waste of your heart is too much
The waste of a soul like yours is a shame

I will pass you the string for which to sew your heart
I will pass you each piece, each shard of your soul
Allow yourself time to heal,
The process is only as slow as you make it

Demand your heart to listen to your mind
Falling back into the pit of despair is truly mad
If you allow yourself to fall within its inky depths
Then forever will its dark tentacles enwrap your heart

You have felt the pain now, felt it keenly
Do not fall into vengeance, it is seductive, it is sweet
But it is a short reprieve from the darkness

Take heart, the good die young is what we're told
The better die last.
The best live eternal in their love, for true love is eternal
That love will forever last in another’s hear.

Do not give in to pain,
Do not give in to hate,
Give in to your recovery.

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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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The Act

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

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

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

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

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

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

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And Still

We’ve fallen in this place before.
I know you’ve heard me cryin'.
We torture our young hearts sometimes.
You know there’s no denyin'.

Let’s leave everything behind us
and take one step forward together.
If we follow the path of destruction we’ve made,
we’ll never find something that’s better.

There’ve been times it was best when we said nothin' at all
because every word came out so wrong.
But we can’t take it back, so just take my hand
and we’ll find out where we belong.

I won’t tell you it’s gonna be easy
but I know it will all be worthwhile.
If it’s enough for you, then it’s enough for me
just to wake up to your smile.

If you don’t know, there’s a girl that’s inside me
who’s been waitin' to be romanced.
So I’ll be right here when you know that you’re ready.
It’s about time we danced.

So if it’s up to me, I’ve already decided.
There’s too much that we’ve gotten through.
All those slammed doors, all that walkin' away
and still I come back to you.

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Alcoholic Dancer

O n an imaginary pedestle

before imaginary crowds

I'm astounded that it's taken me so long

to learn to take the hard knocks

and not to cry out loud

and not to make excuses for my songs

but I'm sorry if my sanity

won't fit the mold you made for me

and my manifold iniquities

have exceeded your ability to forgive

Just let me live until I die

let me laugh until I cry

let me stop and ask you "why?"

then interrupt you in the middle of your answer

just an alcoholic dancer 

stepping on your toes

I should learn to keep my mouth shut

I should learn keep the peace

I should learn to walk on water 

and make the tempest cease

I should learn to be more considerate

torwards a world that's trying to sleep

maintane diplomatic apathy 

with right wing fascist creeps

but I'm sorry if my psyche seems a little out of touch

and I'm sorry that I'm sorry that I apologize to much

just let me live until I die

let me laugh until I cry

let me stop and ask you "WHY?"

then interrupt you in the middle of your answer

just an alcoholic dancer 

stepping on your toes

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On the wrong side of the door to paradise

Do you remember the way to eden? 
I haven't been there lately-
inside the whole time
and I'm a thousand miles away
I need a perch to land on, a branch to alight
I'm being tossed about in this whirlwind called life
caught in yet another of life's tempestuous moods
yet theres memory of peace inside
I can see it through the keyhole
in vain I search for the key 
(I used to know)
but I've misplaced it
I should take better care of such things 
before they become lost,
put them back always in the same place again
so I know where to find them
when I need some peace of mind
in times that I am trapped on the other side- 
a bird that flutters its wings uselessly outside the door
able to see inside,and still wondering 
what is holding me back, 
keeping me on the wrong side of the Door to paradise

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Upper Wishing From my Soul

                  It not upon of mythic attention 
                  It nature availability at blowouts 
                  Thy moving forward  ...   
                  By! —You not finked of me. 

                  Flying out of your mind 
                  In raggery joint out by 
                  Stricken for malicious my heart 
                  As revengers it from my latter's needs. 

                  By some way your profanity 
                  That not expression of a goddess 
                  In my living overrun 
                  In higher's style common consent. 

                  Please! ...taking me out your fondness 
                  Put me away of your soul 
                  Let me fly over freedom 
                  Upper berthing wishes my soul. 

                               ~ Ciro C Toledo ~ 

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