I smell the scent in the water
As it pushes through my gills
My desire to return
beckons me to the place of my birth
For me the desire consumes me
I struggle against the current
Imagining my place of rest
I desire to place my children
safely on a bed of stones
Sweet water to welcome me home
I know this to be a perilous Journey
I may travel over a hundred miles
Grizzly bears and Eagles block my path
They are to be my test
Yet I am strong
I have swam the oceans
I have known predators greater than these
They will not impede my path
Flying upward in the air
I glimpse the night moon
reaching towards my horizon
water splashes as I make my way higher
yes, almost home
I push beyond my limits
My sisters and I
we turn the river red
imagination spawns reality
I release seven times
Now, completely exhausted
I can finally rest
I have waited
To come home.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux
A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
Copyright © Christina McCullouch
Is when you find thought from nothing,
A pattern of knowledge that might meant something.
Or shall we say something that felt real,
In any case, was it a feeling or a bad deal.
Loneliness is the characteristics of fear,
It forms a pattern of want when reality seems clear.
But when the clearness of life becomes lost,
One will tremble and feel and uncommon cost.
That cost between promises and shame,
For in the end all feelings turn to blame.
A blame of letting go a feeling of emotion
Knowing that love is but life's true notation.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson
Seeing yourself through
A full-length mirror
Through the endless deed
To day a mere reflection
Of yesterday dreams'
Yet to be opened
Dark Oh! so misty
Reality is only a myth
From the times'
Draped by the promises'
Of people we adore'
Knowing that freedom awaits'
Just beyond thy
From: "The Cross"
Xlibris book # 106627
Copyright © Gary Fields
I NEVER LEFT YOU
When youthful restless hearts hear defining calls
With volcanic strength they will respond
The impetus for adventure overrides
All rational thoughts, out of window they go
For youth knows no bounds of daring appeal
Twenty I was, when I heard the “buzz”,
With gusto and a lick of good sense I made the run
Carpe Diem was my exalted, exuberant cry
So I followed the path to places to me unknown
To her, I whispered with pain and sorrow
I must seek what the world to my lot bestowed
But be assured that one day for you I shall return
Feeling liberated and not knowing why
Effusive and with feigned bravery I bid to all farewell
The beyond had the smell of fragrant thrills
From America to America my journey began
Imbued with hope, dreams, and strong will
I began carving a new life, a new beginning
Dreams, goals ,and desires within me abounded
To fail was never a contemplated option
For failure the young bravely defies
All those memories of a half century ago
Come back to me in flares and bursts of fading energies
Now that I am approaching the sunset of my days
Wondering wastefully how it might have been
Had I not pursued the Echo of that life changing call
That outcome will never to me be known
But oh! How I long and yearn for that love I bid farewell
My ashes will one day fertilize a seed above that green hill
From that seed a tree will grow into a refuge
To shelter, in hot, sunny or stormy days, living fragile things
Then I shall sleep eternally in tranquil peace
Knowing that I kept, though belated to her my promise
And in serene harmony, proclaim, “I never left you my beloved Brazil”'.
Copyright © Ernandes Fialo
Wish to be like the trees;
Only to feel the breeze
And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves.
Wish to see the sky over me
And to feel that there is nothing out of reach
Wish to feel the waves of the sea
Hitting me on the beach.
To my surprise, when woods I pass
I saw a deer running from the mass,
I hate the scene of the hunter coming,
I hate to see her running and running.
But the bravery appeared
When-with her antlers-she beard
But my legs couldn't stand
Watching her bleed on land.
I thought it is done
That she will never see the sun.
A fantasy I ruminate!
She stood again and I meditate.
She was wounded I can deem
But- with her agile body- she redeem'd
Then..I wish my heart was the deer
That could be hurt but without blear
That could be wounded but stand on his knees,
And never fall apart because any of these
I wish my heart was brave;
To face his scars with faith.
Then my deer will be strong
To brood fears all day long.
Copyright © Sandy Tadros
My heart says, "It must be now"
My mind says, "Why is this not sparking?"
so that is why I'm writing.
When we are together I forget anyone else is there.
But somehow, there is no flare shared.
"Why? Why?" I ask myself.
I tried to understand it, and it seems I've caused a mess,
for our contact continues to digress and digress.
There's still a soft spot in my heart for you,
In what way? I wish I knew.
I'm oh so filled with sorrow
am I to be forgotten?
I hope we can meet again
to attain a strong friendship.
Copyright © Tori Jackman
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich
A sunshine behind every darkness
In the end, we will reach success
There's a rainbow behind every tear
Face thy tomorrow with no fear
The shades of hope are seen from above
Out of those beast of struggles that we have
Embarking to defeat the unfair reality
There's a daredevil in ones identity
Prejudice exists everywhere
Turn thy back as if thee won't care
Let the karma drag them to hell
They couldn't escape even if they keep on hiding from their shell
Enjoy as you reap your golden fruits
Determination,courage and faith are the roots
Responsive truth as you feel the rain
Believe in God's plan and let us exalt his name :)
BY : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
August 5, 2014
Copyright © Joyzel Mae Sotes
The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified.
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines.
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm.
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore.
At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man,
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going.
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures,
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air.
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned?
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.
Copyright © Spenser Jones
When i saw the people with incedible work tears are come
When i saw a person who lost his senses & try to recover mistakes tears are come
At the end of tear of sorrows & happiness going to diappear in life
Lonliness ignorance & rupturr of feeling cause death of life
Something is gone to be very heavy without tears that is heart
When person not fullfill need & deed than disappearance of a drop of tear comes from heart.
Copyright © avnesh yadav
You walk at night,
No fear, no worry.
Darkness shows your might,
It's first glance I've to hurry.
You drink and smoke and chill and freak!
To my interests is none of those.
For texting a mate, I need to sneak,
Then for all the rest, once think of my woes!
How lucky I was! My dad didn't compel me die.
Yes there is a cause, I dream to reach the sky!
But you couldn't see me smile,
Harass me and torment.
Merely to show off your style,
Your deeds were wild and blatant!
Wasn't your mom alive? To teach you to respect me
Was your sister hidden in the hive? Her pains you couldn't see!
But now that time's far gone,
My power has reached the zenith!
Your worthless progressions I scorn,
Just read my vision beneath!
Until now I was all alone,
Today the whole world's at my back.
Along the current of dominance I've flown,
Against the flow now I pack!
My love remains the same,
And so does all my care.
But its no more your dirty game,
To me you won't ever scare!
Respect is not something that I now demand,
I know this world is mine.
Respect is something that now I command,
Better get it all through your spine!
I make this world a better place yo live.
And so do the rest of the women.
To universe, hope and existence we give,
Will keep on forever and ever and ever again.
I'll wear what I want,
Step out without a daunt.
Meet and hang with whom I desire,
For as long as I aspire.
I know my boundaries very well,
Won't slip off, needless to tell.
Shall do all, that does a man.
Dare you doubt if I can.
Yes!Yes I'm proud to be a woman!
Because only I can bring up a daughter and son.
Now no one can stop me from filling my life with all the existing hues,
Because from now its "My life, My rules!!"
Copyright © Nishant Patil
Why do they do it?
Put up with chilling
winds and blinding
I try to warn them
but they don't listen.
Is it their ego that
blinds their fate?
Men always strive
to be at the top of
their game. This isn't
a game it's real.
They come by the
I do everything
I can to stop them,
but then again I'm
just here minding
my own business.
I've seen them
all loose their breath!
hands and feet!
Why do they want
to face death?
I have seen them
die. They still come.
I feel their special
steel shoes digging
into me! What I hate
most is their egotistical
mindset of conquering!
They are fools to
challenge me. I
Let me introduce
myself to you. Maybe
You have heard of me.
Mount Everest that is.
Please to meet you.
Michael Tor 10/5/2015
Copyright © michael tor
I am a high flying KITE,
Inside the hurricanes, on the tornado sight...
I am beginning to learn, learning how to ride...
My strings are too thin, but surely i'll win...
Cause my WILL sings louder,
louder than the windy stings...
Neither rain can tear me,
nor lightning can scare me..
All I am worried about,
is that warm and boring sun...
will sweep up the sky,
and my roaring fun,
the fun I begun, on a loaded gun......
So hold your breath Tight,
its my time to Ride,
on the wet and Chill,
on every burning windy Thrill...
and in every stormy Night,
I'll left you with the stunned sight
and you'll say....
OH my GOD , what's that light,
How can a kite, shoot like a STAR
It was right here in my hands
now its gone so FAR................
Copyright © ANKIT DEDHA
My Freedom of Recollections
I am not original
I am just an open book
I am noticeable because I am simple
I grow weary of what to think
I seldom find any faults
When I do find fault
It is I
Not the person who I see
Because I am the only one judging at that moment
I look into my deepest memories
And it always was what I saw that made who I am
What I hear
What I smelled
What I touch
What I felt
It was not a book
It was not any other person
It was just the experience
That was me
It all went gone
My peace that was lost
And now was found
Where do you think these things come from?
What value it holds
A touch with a simple hand
A kiss on a cheek
A whisper of kindness in the ear
It was not for sure my older siblings
It was not for sure the adopted parents
The recollection of this was sooner
The recollection was more than brighter
The protection was there
But the intimate demand disappeared
The value it holds so unclear
Moments, minutes, hours, days, and years
It all comes to one special feeling
Is to be kind
Is to be happy
Is to know faults
Is to be your self
Is to value
Each and everything around you
This is life
My recollection is life
No other way nor other people can change my recollection
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast
Courage of love
is a type of fearless
Courage of love
something you can't explain
Courage of love
is a example of something
Courage of love
something you pictured
in your mind
Courage of love
is something you
just want to say
Thats Courage of Love
Copyright © Yolanda Newsome
The Tortured Cuckoo
Delivered-bewildered and confused, onto a foliage. No direction from those empowered to parent so weak a fledgling. Clawed and pecked for being, an easy release of pent-up frustration upon defenceless creature.
Eat, and be reminded that you never contributed food to the table. Sleep, but only after the replayed nightly rants. Clothe, but only sufficient to cover modesty. Daily rebuke, for merely existing in this confused environment
The mute mother, covered and suppressed by incessant torment. Offers no more than, ‘Never Mind Love’. Neighbours uninterested in the welfare of other flocks say, ‘’He’s always flitting from one nest to another nest’’.
Sister distanced and removed for safety. Half- sister distanced by umbilical distain for someone not of their father. Grand parents- indifferent to my presence, unable to give recognition to my mere existence. Their talons sharpened by others. Success never acclaimed, but failure always punished.
Then to fly the nest, when devoid of sinews of loving strength and the wombed bedroom never yours to return to in times of need. When every step taken with ease and encouragement for others, is a thorned briar at every turn for you.
Alertness and deviance become your friends. Opportunist and far thinking, you build a nest of comforting security- so long denied. Once a long time featherless, now wearing full plumage.
The mountains are your refuge, they reciprocate litheness and stealth. They seek neither intimacy nor show distain. On these high contours you are the predatory Hawk. Words unanswered for so long are replaced by ‘thoughts and dreams’ that dance upon the wind!!!.
Copyright © Redkite In-Flight
With courage in your heart,and with god by your side.
you take a stand, and a deep breath hand ,
and you begin to decide the life
as you want to live as best as you can.
Copyright © REBECCA TROW