I'm dying in this slow decay of the senses.
Senseless agony consumes my mind.
Eating my soul until I'm gray.
Gray like the leaves at your funeral.
The day the color faded and beauty went away.
The sky is falling,
But, only on me.
As the Heavens are calling,
They tell me to leave.
But don't put your faith, your faith in me.
Don't trust fate,
For nothing is meant to be.
The slow silent squeezing of my petrified soul.
I left my heart with the sugar,
In the bottom of the bowl.
The wounds of the mind,
Based solely on the knife.
Look for my flaws and you'll always find....
Welcome to my life.
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.
Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way
Its because my princess growing into
My queen you give me hope
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when
I'm in the dark
You make me not
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen
I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
You don't need to hear it from a
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to
What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction
I'm here to stay
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions
Mianna you are my Princess
Growing Into A Queen
Yak is everywhere
Not cursing or rude in the ends
Yak is a street artist
Yak:first of all you have excellence and simplicity in Logo
You make me smile
Your work is constant and consistent
You frenetically protests against
agreeing or not
those three letters always make me glad
Closed to You certainly are pal artists
But the genius in Yak her/his/'s simplicity
is not bout agreeing
Yak might be a scream demanding me/we are artists of Democracy if hired the worked will be paid in the amount of Talent
An enormous label name
Imagine: Yak clothes, Street, Casual, non-casual, jewels, watches
Yak unlimited supply
Yak boundaries are all crossed
the next step
We Deserve Yak
I was thinking about making a T-shirt with,
But that's not fare some are my fights but the label is not mine
Yak deserve recognition beyond
I wonder sometimes about the identity of Yak or Yak's
I see ex-students on Yak
I see colleagues on Yak
I show Yak around
Some like some dislike
People that are to consensual are not generally in my favourites list
And that's a reason for Democracy major virtues and severe imperfections
And in dictatorship even the camouflaged kind Yak is needed
Yak is probably not Bunksy
Yak for me create a trend
The sign of Thor's hammer *
Simple 1Y 2a 3k
The sympathetic logo makes people smile
At least for a single time You,
and also You and You
You all have smiled about the word,
You in some way are protest signatories
But look at the Logo
Gud signi teg
* Etymology 2 Old Norse signa a) Wiktyonary
Atlantis, the last of the spacecrafts, left this exterior of world
For the scientific expeditions and to discover something new.
Such heroic spacecrafts search new planets, aliens and herald
New discoveries to us that delude our conscience like the dew.
Send no more spacecrafts to search Aliens (even if these exist)
But send some Land-crafts to the Planet of the Poor, this Earth.
The Poor wait, starved and neglected, with an empty open fist
Where to born as destitute is a Curse and cursed is every birth.
A single gram of meal for an Astronaut costs more, yes, more
Than the whole year cost of a poor man who lives to struggle.
Send a Land-craft, at least, to this unexplored planet of poor,
You will discover luminescence of God in their simple smile.
Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
Lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
So just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
With however badly he suffered.
To work towards a tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey!, we're Checkmated Winners,
So now don't cause much trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Just listen up People,
We mean he won't get his money!
There was once upon a time,
Unexpectedly, a very small dime.
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing.
He just stared longingly at the sky,
Counting the clouds that drifted by.
Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light.
Dark and rusty,
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care,
Though they could use him and buy a bear.
They did not want to touch,
This old thing of such.
They did not want to feel.
That sick disgusting bill.
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.
I have come to a city that is an island;
Though waters are not the boundaries, you understand.
It is an oasis in the midst of bondage for those who are free.
And, I know it must be some intense form of sheer hell for those who
from the other side can see.
I saw a little sparrow transgress the huge, solid barrier that divides this city.
I could not help but think that the sparrow comes and goes as freely as the winds –
But the people could not; what a pity!
Well, people are not sparrows and sparrows cannot be people – but what if they could be!
Then, a wonderful thought entered my mind; those who wanted freedom could just fly here, you see.
Well, that’s just a fantasy and that barrier is cold hard reality.
It is a very sickening and sad monument to humanity.
I can, at best, only speculate how it must feel to be totally controlled;
Unable to go where you want to go, be what you want you be, or just to do
the things you like to do; but only to do as you are told!
What form of insanity created this graffiti-riddled barrier they call the “WALL?”
Someone must know and someone must stop it before it destroys us all!
Because, I know this form of insanity must still be with us today;
And, I believe it will only depart us when that ugly wall is torn away.
Then, all the peoples of Berlins would be free;
Just like that little sparrow I did see.
the janitors' broom,
it sweeps every room,
under each desk,
cleaning up the mess,
it never complains,
leaving a clean environment for our brains,
this broom is on a mission,
Sons and Daughters
Sons and Daughters
Sons and Daughters
We want them here
Sons and Daughters
They are all our
Sons and Daughters
Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do,
you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you.
Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful,
even walking around naked around the streets would be cool.
But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again.
No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end.
Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday.
When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay.
Mine has walked away on me,
I was so blind that i couldn't see.
She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be,
but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end.
Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed,
writing this is more painful than getting over screwed.
Writing this is more painful than words,
writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords.
No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out,
the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout.
haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this,
is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief?
The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine,
i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that.
No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again,
if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.
We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.
When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.
How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.
We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?
How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.
So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!
Like sleep thou took him
to journey the part of others
in unison and intimation
thou traveler , go tell them
Tell the fallen Majors
that we a'e losing
the battle they started
that our soldiers only drink and sleep
that they kill those
those they are to protect
making us weaker and losers
except they realise, their duties
We must be fugitives
The gunpowder we make
yet we carry unloaded guns
that our soldiers refuse
to recruit trained men
warriors of our clan
that our soldiers now reap
what we sowed in unison
that they have forgotten
The sacrifice of our coups
the coups that was to
Eswama the clan
In order to edenise our clan
They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman;
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt?
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that!
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile:
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental;
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Thou not from Israel
yet Israel like
to sell our heads
in the name of yahoo
To say I am from this clan
is like to say I am leprous
in Elisa’s clan
in the sight of macoys
Denying me chapter Iv
of our supreme book
making me more black than I am
lets break their records
Their record of unequalness
For all animals are equal.
I would like to tell you
About Todd, our brother
He was one of a kind
Unlike any other
Todd played a mean banjo
He could sing like a pro
The group that he played in
Would put on a good show
Todd knew all about cars
Fixed their faults everytime
He bought them, he sold them
Seems he owned every kind
Friend John took him flying
A thrill Todd did enjoy
Loved to ride his Goldwing
His favorite grown-up toy
Todd cruised on the bike trail
He couldn't be kept down
Days at Mid-Ohio
Car shows out of town
Dedicated at work
Though health was not ample
To all, an example
Todd, a loving father
A son, and a brother
Grandson, uncle and friend
Unlike any other.
Everywhere people there
I stopped to look at an old lady fair
She was only alone
Licking her ice cream from a crunchy sweet cone
Sitting and enjoying her treat
While many a men around sweep their young ladies off their feet
Nobody came to claim her
Just enjoying what she was having
Not bothering to get up from her chair
My eyes wept for her because she had not a gentle man beside her
We all come and go while the rest of her generation starts to slow
Alas,my friend,they are soon forgotten and are cast out to the wild winds
Everytime that I would come to this shopping mall
My eyes would peer at an old mistress small
Not even a small collie or pup for a companion
Just a little lady enjoying her treasured ice cream
Bright yellow feathers,
Deep black eyes.
A voice that could carry
Through the winds of time.
A sweet little fellow,
My friend for years and years.
I just can't help
But to shed my tears.
Much to soon you left me
Here all alone.
You really helped
To make this house a home.
I knew you were in heaven
When I heard the Angels sing.
That screechy little voice
Was singing straight to me.
Please know that I love you
And I will not I forget.
The sweetest little friend,
I had for a pet.
Ode To A Dead Pilot
The time to sioux for peace is before the first shot is fired.
Weapons of destruction aer better turned around.
Point them at the darkness and then frown.
Fighting is for ^A^ngels and much nobler sorts than yew.
A Soldier in his britches needs a glory to behold;
other than the flag of his own country I am told.
Place your thoughts above on things where Christ
does dwell, and walk on streets of GOLD.
Even in your dreams and memories it will help you to grow old.
There was once a MAN who was once a boy.
He played with toys, and after graduation then He heard:
Great engines sucking air into intakes,
and the expelling of the air again to reach a multi-colored
transfer pointe and sometimes after running out of fuel
a man does NOT bail out...
but takes his planethopping function into the DEAD terrian.
Avoiding populated areas, to kill a cactus NOT a populas.
When that MAN is inn his Heaven and rewards come due.
I want to hear everyone in Heaven say,
'He was a boy getting into that aeroplane, but he
became a MAN today.
I saw several of my men turn fear away from populated places,
as they crashed and died in flame into the desert cactus,
to ensure the best proclivity of mass production.
The wreckage of an aeroplane.
Oh, how misery doth love thy company
With thy dewy face of fallen youth
Glistening sheen of dried tears
Come sit beside me, cry
I shan't give advice
I'll not criticize
Thy tears are like my own
So sit beside me, cry
Lay your weary head upon my lap
I will stroke away your furrowed brow
And might I listen to your woes
Lay here beside me, cry
Tears are like rain upon thy soul
Released on barren ground grow
Flowers of wishful thinking
Hold mine hand, cry
Do not weep alone
Waste not those tears on deaf hearts
Let me take thy pain unto myself
We'll be together, cry
I offer my sympathy
Not in empathy
In hopes' and dreams'
He is forever present
And thou art with him
And my heart ponders'
At the sheer wonderment
Of his love
And may his good grace
And His magnificent feats'
Find you with-in his kingdom
His kingdom is " JUST "
And he is the all mighty
-REST IN PEACE-
Woman, she is
A mother of five
Man, he is
A father of five
In a life
Of ups and
The four walls
The woven rug
And in the throbbing shadows,
Of fear and joy, they are waiting
Eagerly, for me, to come out
Her name is Tammy Faye
She was once married to Jim.
They built a successful ministry
Till trusted friends did them in.
They spread the word, of the Lord
They ministered to those in need.
They lifted the spirts of millions
They spread the gospel seed.
Her personality, vivacious
Her talent sings to your heart.
Her style, somewhat audacious
That's what sets her apart.
My God have mercy on her contemporaries
They're liars, phonies and cheats.
May God bless Tammy Faye
She's genuine and sweet.
Thank you Tammy Faye
From all whom you have served.
May Gods love bring the healing
You so richly deserve.
Wife, you are a quilt
A lasting duvet of my soul
At winter nights
You warmed me when I felt cold
You embraced me when I needed an embrace
You fed me when I came home
From work, late and hungry
Kind-heartedly, you’ve quenched my thirst
Now that you’re worn
Here I am, and, I wanted to say
Let me, your husband, be the quilt
A lasting duvet… for you, and
For my unborn heir
St Judes sent a picture of Bryce
under it two big numbers
counted out a small life
I said to myself
"He lost his fight."
one of the plights
of human life
every month St. Judes
send's a picture
one of the little ones
i say a prayer
"excuse me God.
are you there?
here's this little one
trying very hard.
cure this childs cancer,
if You can find it in your heart."
now i'm wondering
what i'll say today
looking at the picture
it's usually time to pray
now is time to ask Him
does praying really matter
when i say those words
does someone get better
if God is God
how can anyone get sick?
if He really loves us
He'd take care of it
long ago, God made St Judes
it was one of his answers
He made up for you
so if your still wondering
if God still answers prayers
take a look at St. Judes
and you'll find answers there
having not known
when he meet death
i find myself the last mourner
none the less
i have grief to shoulder
that have become bolder
as history becomes older
a time in my past
and often remembered moments
that made me what i am
my teacher, my master
words he would not understand
but Herman Ruff
was more than just a man
i was just a teenager
when God put me in his hand
with gospel music
he molded my past
i never let go of what he gave me
it still last
i take that talent and use it
where ever i am
that part of him still lives because
he put something inside of me
that said "I can"
i can make music
more beautiful than before
i can use my voice
to open hidden doors
i can make people
stand to the floor
with tenors harmony
that makes them beg for more
all this came from a man
i now adore
with words of tribute
that say i could have done more
some where up in Heaven
on the grandest of grand pianos
giving God the Glory
the way he taught me
Never shall I spot a more precious dove
It’s pure feathers express innocent love.
Wings of unspoken exquisiteness flutter with speed
This divine creature will one day fall to human greed.
They were born together, rising towards the sky,
for 25 years, the two giants so proud.
No one ever thought the two birds would strike so hard
taking down the two brothers, 20 minutes apart.
Now in our lives there is no peace,
taking down with them our memories.
The big catastrophe I witnessed,
leaving my heart with a lot of emptiness.
People were running everywhere with fear,
leaving the Giants falling in the rear.
The brothers are down, destiny cannot steer,
the world is now stuck with Eyes Full of Tears.
They intentionally wounded
the heart of this spectacular city:
unique,rich and pretty;
a rare jewel to never be possessed
by envious eyes wishing to destroy
its beauty by ways of atrocity...
A city rising from the ashes of pain
is more powerful than the one
they have tried to devastate ;
our people have acted and spoken,
and their courageous hearts have been
lifted by a godly faith...
Let no one stand in the victor's way,
because this horrendous tragedy
has taught us to be closer than ever:
to watch the enemy in dismay;
this great nation will survive
to tell all generations to come:
the day the towers came down,
killing thousands in such a little time...
A city rising from the ashes
will be even more beautiful
in the people's eyes;
even though the losses are many
and tears turn into painful memories:
it will never be erased
from hearts and minds!
Envision what tomorrow
can do for the strides of today!