If I forget you, would you remember me?
If I still love you, would you still love me?
If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
If I run away, would you follow me?
But If I stay, would you stay with me?
If I see you, would you recognize me?
I know you would Not.
That is why, I wish I would whisper
And not hear myself.
I wish I could cry
not feel my tears
nor feel my fears.
Tonight, my final Farewell.
24 August 2014
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013
I believe in lots of things I can't see
My dreams are like a ship's consciousness
drowned in the ocean
I want to live for a reason
How I wish I could resign
How I wish now I was wrapped
on a bed neither to move my hands
nor my feet
I try to feel but I have no feelings
My soul is rich my spirit feels poor
I have a brain that feels unconscious
I got married but was never in love
I am alive yet I wish I was dead
I wanted to stay but I had to leave
I have tears but cannot weep
I've got memories
yet I crave to forget them
I feel a storm coming
without rain or thunder
People die but I cannot mourn
I am friendly but have no friends
I think I am intelligent but I feel numb
I thought I graduated
but threw away my diploma
I have a birthday with no wishes
I dream yet I forget them
I had a castle yet I feel I'm living in a hut
I have courage but I cannot face it
I am a body that looks like a skeleton
My heart beats but I cannot hear it
The sky is blue but I see gray
You dwell too much about the past
that taught you to be so cruel
I loved but nobody loved me
The flowers were blooming
but I saw them dead
I was a violin with broken strings
when I could not hold my anger
If I could only scream to listen to my echo
I rode a horse without a saddle
I was at the beach and I saw no ocean
I walked on the land but felt
My feet were bleeding I cut them off
I wake up at dawn but I feel its dark
I rang the bell nobody opened
I was on the roof top and my soul fell down
I watched a beginning it felt like the end
14 November 2014.
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2014
It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it
It is a sin
for miss Zane to gain special gratitude
from her male mates.
Coming late every night
with a different driver,
parading her flashy dividends
as she becomes a model for fashion updates
It is a sin
for Sarah, not taking care of herself
with her body becoming rounder
but still feeds more than an entire Orphanage.
Initially, a very attractive young lady
but now looks like an Old sorcerer.
It is a sin
for Baker to be a clergy
and at the same time a gambler
lavishing in style and losing without remorse
Hell will let loose
if his sponsor is the Church's finance.
Regardless of his anointing,
he's still not beyond the people's wrath.
It is a sin
for Dawson to drive through many open legs
as he jumps from skirt to skirt
and acquainting himself with all forms of underwear,
playing the bad guy who never gets caught.
It is a sin
to stay idle and observe them wrongly
drawing conclusions from every action
without minding their motives or reasons
analyzing closely even while sitting from afar
giving no consideration to the human Nature
which exists in imperfection and faint stains.
It is a sin
castigating the weaknesses of others
while overlooking mine
thereby condemning the crimes I do not commit
which does not make me better either.
As much as they do not know where I faulter
Judging them makes me worst than a sinner.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
Painting 7: FORBIDDEN
Before darkness steals the light of day,
entering as graceful as the morning mist
in the window ajar, the bitter breeze:
My light clothes short - dances with the curtain
but like the clouds, calm; I stand. My splayed
hands upon the glass condensation.
I exhale in the cold, enduring dreams surge.
Over the years, my golden hair has grown
an old rugged toy is my loyal company.
My eyes journey into the quiet of the world outside.
I wonder what is beyond the sketch of towering trees
as each time the wind lullabies.
I behold their branches' dipping and bowing;
I wish to smell the pines released, they tease.
I am a young girl and I am full of dreams.
Time races and I am forbidden; the limitless
horizon lures. Oh how long, I've wanted to reach,
I've wanted to touch. I've wanted to fly,
I even cried and shouted, I waited,
and waited but no one frees me.
~~Inspired by the painting: Child in a Red Apron
(L’Enfant au tablier rouge)
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2016
She's sliding and if you look past, if you watch her.....
maybe you'll capture a glance of her yesterday.....
“Sunrise only falls when you don't believe tomorrow exists,” I explained, in my most
She bit her lip and shook her head, she followed me into my room and shut the door, she
locked us in, for an hour it seemed, and whispered in my ear....
“I can write pain better than anyone,” she informed me, “I'm brilliant at tears.”
And with this she tore pages out of my beloved sketch book, the one that no one is allowed
to touch, and just when my jaw fell with the shock of her brazenness, I shut my mouth as I
watched her pen turn letters into sobs....
I followed the words as they ran down, as ink turned into pretty swirls that screamed art
and I told her...
“Your angst belongs in a museum.”
I had never seen her smile before, I had never heard her grin, but her lips parted at that
moment as a single curl dropped down her previously wrinkled forehead and I saw the beauty
in eyes that cry and knew that she had realized I accepted it.
“Oh, but who would pay to hear me scream?” she asked, almost joking, as she crossed her
legs and sat forward a bit, as her teeth tugged on her bottom lip, as she looked more her
age and resembled a child instead of me....
“I would,” I replied, as I pushed back her hair and kissed her on the nose, “I would, if I
didn't hear you in my dreams almost every night.”
Copyright © JeanMarie Marchese | Year Posted 2007
Darkness all around, nothing visible,
All hopes down, nothing seemed feasible,
As i sat in an empty room full of thoughts,
Where actually i went wrong?
Answers for these questions i sought.
I missed, i cared, i excessively loved you,
To the height of madness, obsessively adored you,
The beautiful eyes, the luscious thick black hair,
Admired you so much, your softness so rare.
From the moment i woke to the time i slept,
Eat, smiled, laughed with you and even wept,
All the time i wanted you with me,
Even if it is a little time i get free.
Initially u loved my maniac behavior,
All the time YOU, my madness never a failure,
Slowly you began to push me away,
And started complaining about me in every way.
''Possesive, angry, height of banishing freedom,
I feel like a princess imprisoned in a kingdom!
You dont understand me whatsoever,
My thoughts and views are nothing to you but haver.
Don’t stick to me day and night please,
I want my space for the stress to release.
A gush of sorrow flowed through my heart,
In pieces it shattered and scattered apart,
Where was i wrong, i began to wonder?
Was loving too much, a point to ponder?
I only loved you with sky as the limit,
And wanted the best for you instead of cheap tricks and gimmicks,
With a hope that you would be only mine,
As my wife and angel guarding me all life,
But your words don't show that your happy with me,
All the sacrifices i make are thus worthless indeed,
So whats the point of my loving you so crazy?
When all you want is your space comfortable and easy?
Am i a bot for romantic poems and care,
To cheer you up everytime and emotions to share?
Or do you want me to love but in boundaries?
So that you have your own time and luxuries?
Or may be you want me to agree all what you say?
For your happiness each and every day,
Because my love for you will always be infinte,
As no one can ever love you in the world as i might,
Or May be i am too dumb to know,
To love is to just bow down to the flow,
Because i want you in my life in failures and success,
Because only in you i will always see my princess.
Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2014
The spring is coming in a slow pace,
But I can sense something in the air,
Something coming out of nowhere,
I stood in front of the elevator on the third
floor in a nice old hotel,
Going to a small diner with friends,
Some nice food and wine to fill my soul with
The door opened, and I saw a man inside,
Thinking how I must have lost my mind, after
so many years, it can’t be You,
And I stood frozen, and You stood frozen,
Until the grey metal doors closed and brought
me back from the Universe of lost souls,
I run downstairs to stop you leave,
Seeing unfamiliar faces, seeking for you - my
ghost from the past,
While You pushed the elevator button many
times, screaming loudly: go up, third floor,
now, go, move… Is it her, or I’m loosing my
And the doors opened, but nobody was there,
You couldn't find me- your lost love, your
ghost from the Universe of lost souls.
I screamed, You screamed,
We screamed in an erupting pain so the whole
Universe can hear us,
Could it be that we lost each other again?
I took the stairs and went up,
I could feel how our pain reunites,
I could feel that a lost soul is shouting three
And I saw You on your knees staring in the
And You felt my presence coming from
You felt my steps getting closer,
And You stood up,
Seeing tears coming from my eyes,
While I touched yours going through your
We didn't say a word,
But our minds were talking,
We didn't say a word,
But our eyes were walking us through our
We didn't say a word,
But our hands....
Our hands united,
Our souls united breaking these cold hotel
Breaking the ice around our harts,
Breaking the past,
Amusing the whole Universe of lost souls!
Copyright © Jelena Krasic | Year Posted 2013
Don't want to leave
want to pick you up
in my arms
kiss you and tell
you - I have
stored away and
this love I have for
Don't want to feel
Like the only way
heart is when it's
Making it seem as if
I hate you
When I just don't
want you to hate me.
I even dislike
I have endured-
Because I hoped,
and took the shots.
Realizing that my
defense was strong
my retaliation could
kick you into
I Love you
too much, to let
you continue hurting
yourself, to hurt
You won't see me
As I aggravate
your condition on
as I remind you of
well held onto
The truth is I want
hold you and tell
I want to clear your
let you see that
the love is here
It cannot be
I cannot complete
the task;until you
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
written 17th Sept 2013
When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
don't let me curse another, leave me loveless
For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start
Please find help to set your heart free
trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily
Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable
but some how, you managed the impossible
Unlovable for my entire life
yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife
Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care
Please don't enter my life's pain and despair
you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love
I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
What is life to you??
What does it matter when you fall down?
What does it matter when you can’t stand back up?
Your knees are broken, and no one wants to help you.
What then is life to you?
Why can’t you cry?
Why can’t you cry when your tongue is tied?
Why can’t you cry when your jaw is locked?
What then is life to you?
Why can’t you stand?
Why won’t you try to swim?
See the water is calm atop its surface;
See the underlying issue with it.
Can you see why your knees are broken?
Can you see why no one wants to help you?
You attempt to command authority;
Do your words go anywhere when you’re on your knees?
You try to control everything; how can you, with a locked jaw?
Why can’t you see that if you swim… You’ll sink…
Can’t you see that the bubble you’ve created will implode?
Why is it… Why is it that you can’t you use your illusion…
Can’t you see that anything you use it for is selfish?
Can’t you see that this is why your knees were broken?
It doesn’t quite matter why, but now you still try;
try to command authority you don’t have anymore.
Your everything will fall; a trip down an ascending escalator.
Can’t you see? This will hurt,
Copyright © Sam Murrish | Year Posted 2015
You believe me to be an altruistic man as I smile with sneering reluctance.
You may think me gentle as I extend my hand in goodwill, but degraded am I as I wistfully watch my hand recoil from your filthy phalanges with its foul clutch.
You wave me off poised as I stand here in this field laden with perennial flowers as they stir aloft, but unbeknownst to you I berate you as you retreat afoot and go forth from my company into the night.
You deliver beautiful words in my image unto your friends, but I carry your name with seething indiscretion into the fire.
You entitle me as a "friend", but I explicitly fornicate your secrets as I spitefully scathe and scoff unto you.
You divulge your mysteries but I deprecate them and take exception to your standing as I plunge you within rueful nether worlds foreboding in treachery and wretchedness...
Why? For I have no pride unto you.
You place your life you into my palm and recite proverbs appealing for my heart unto yours, but guileful am I and in wicked glee do I carry unto the grave your beauty with its secrets.
You inscribe me as a "fiancée" into forever without recognising the falsifier whose witness bears mistaken.
You smile as your recite dreams aforementioned in times bygone, but I chastise you, and your children do I condemn into hell for their fondling fledgling and fornicated perversions.
You call me a "friend", but I am forever you
Copyright © Benjamin David | Year Posted 2013
THE TOLLING BELLS OF INJUSTICE
injustice runs wild
where liberty once bloomed
sweet flowers of liberty.
rogue life hawkers
like famished vampires
roam child filled streets
seeking desserts of red velvet
blood of sable fruit
to satisfy their fascistic appetite.
we march to the sound
of the death bells of justice---
oblivious that once tolled
it cannot be undone:
another strange fruit
has been nipped in the bud;
of the freedom bell
has been eviscerated.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
The pain of your love, pricks me to the bone
Like a pissed off praying mantis, I plead with tentacles
The pedigree of your love, powers me to a craze
Pumps my heart to a refill, primes my soul for a play
Painstakingly I peel back, promises in sync
Perilous is my denial, for you poisoned me with love
Where my past dwells, and the present relishes
A bowl of wet rose petals, a morning petit four
The palms of your hands, with a petal soft pat
Your name puts me in a party spirit, oh poetic darkly
Having your love down pat, a huge payload there is
Would you pay me back, for I am a parrot not
You ply in my veins, you keep my password
Your prowl a peachy keen, peek-a-boo it poses
I placate you with praise, I pledge my loyalty to you
Oh poetic darkly, I pledge my soul for your love
Copyright © Hassan Haji | Year Posted 2013
I knew I was gone when I went into the sleep..
There was no guilt or pain insight..
I’ve never had an affair of the heart.. of mind, body and soul..
The comfort I felt was beyond words from my mind...
And I was destined to fall under his spell...
The fire I felt on my skin began to rage..
I became like an animal in a cage..
Every time I drew back, he pushed me forward..
I could feel his arms embrace me like no other,
His strength overpowered me and breathing became a necessity..
I gasped each time we danced the dance..
I could feel life’s breath leaving my body..
As he held me tighter and tighter..
I have never known such ecstasy as I drew each breath as the last..
Don’t know why I gave in so easy, temptation is not one of my virtues..
I’ve always weighed the pro’s and cons..
Who is this man of many tricks that I would succumb to him ?
I am smarter than this I thought in one lucid moment..
Be gone I said.. leave me alone I do not want to follow you..
All you want is my soul... and I am not ready...
When I am I will call you....
PS. This was a recent experience I had in the ICU...
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014
It’s that time of year when I think of you....
And all the strange things we used to do...
We were young and cast our fate to the wind...
Regardless of the message that we might send..
Out to the world , cause we didn’t care...
And that’s what brings me here to share....
You treated me just like a queen honey bee..
And I believed and worshiped thee...
We shared our ups and downs together...
In thick and thin and stormy weather...
What was mine was mine and yours was mine.....
And we never ever crossed that line !
I assumed it would always be just you and me...
As no one else appealed you see....
My friends said you will break my heart...
But I told them that, I was just too smart....
As I remembered , what I was taught....
That no one could control my thought...
And then it happened I lost my heart....
My bracelet, my watch and my college ring...
And then you did that awful thing...
You lied , you cheated , you had stolen my bling...
And that’s why now you aren’t around....
Plus no way... will you EVER.... be found....
Cause I live where the GATOR is king......
And...like no one steals my BLING !
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
She left me cold, like a forgotten sweater.
Walked right out the door, without even checking the weather.
Now I’m crumpled up by the fireplace, frayed by the rough
edges of ashen bricks that smell of burnt flowers and sun tan lotion:
That stuff she always seemed to smell like, even in the harsh depths of winter.
But coconut oil and rose petals aren’t enough to regulate body temperature;
So, I guess it was the whiskey that kept her flush that night,
because in the heart pocket of my jacket that she stole
was a flask of absolution.
Each block she rounded, she doused her frigid organs with
another shot to warm the notion of shattering the path we built.
Fueling a new engine, to carry her blur past the life we once thought
was forged by two souls meant to keep each other warm.
But now this existence is kindled by abandoned perrineals
and bloodshot revelation.
I watch fire kissed petals curl up into themselves and gasp
for love’s last embrace until there’s nothing left for the
fire to feed upon.
It’s 3 A.M.
The smoke is beginning to dissipate;
her throat is dry, her legs are tired.
…We’re both so tired.
I pull her sweater from the bricks,
feel the wool tear and clench my ribs.
I fold her warmth gently as if tending
to a wounded animal and tuck it
beneath my skull; hoping for dreams
of summer nights, but sleep won’t come.
It left with her.
She has reached her apartment.
Staggering toward the door,
she thrusts shaking hands into
my jacket in search of keys.
The flask falls onto the concrete,
the last drops spill out.
There is nothing left.
The door opens, and she falls to the bed,
cold in the leather too uncomfortable to return.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014
To my grieving friend....
What is death, oh grieving friend?
As we plummet in the midst of perversion and strife
Energy drained from the hardships of life
We lose our sense of being—we subside
We gaze upon the peace of graves—death is kind
Engraved upon the oldest stones we read “Rest in Peace”
And as the days go by it seems the pain will never cease
And as those days Die
For the living—death is kind
Why then, Life, do you torture us so?
Are you waiting for the day when we’ll let you go?
Fleeting…fading…see us unwind
Time and Life seem so unkind
As if—they have left our souls behind
Tell me—what is death?
And what of Life, oh doubtful friend?
Our souls shimmer upon the stones
With all the deceased we can’t feel alone
Freedom seeps through these eternal beds
For the gift of life will find its end
Meanwhile, we’ll just wait for the day
When pain will subside and peace will stay
And rotting centuries later—you will surely find
That—yes! Death is truly, sincerely kind
So—I implore you, my shady friend
Allow this life to find its end
Don’t lose yourself—the grieving must cease
Just let him Rest in Peace
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
Is life fair?
It seems like no-one cares
How far would you go?
For the things you love so?
We had love for each other
I became a mother
We said till death do us part
Did I misunderstand, am I not smart?
You said she was nothing to you
But when she enters the room, we became two
What went wrong?
Wasn’t our love strong?
I blame her for everything, especially the sorrow
Because of her there is no tomorrow
God must forgive me for what I’m gonna do
But if I cannot have you, she will never have you too
Copyright © Shanon Jacobs | Year Posted 2013
critical, cynical an slightly off put
likely awkward and writhing tortured
pinning up a smile and I'm dying for it
frozen with a touch that's lightly morbid
fights be roaring there's nightly storming
I used to be happy it was nice before this
life a lively forest trial drives detours
smile snide these sores fly on by see snores
riled rightly boards hide a broken heart
little clues of me that are shown with art
if you ain't ready for a journey then don't embark
before I'm not the only one with a broken heart
not a threat odd as it may seem
I'm living in a nightmare with a plain theme
longing for love man I'm so far past it
never saw the lies as they spoke sarcastic
there ain't any answers so don't start asking
they came up with cancer and dosed our asses
stowed rope to choke both our factions
made us fiends for fire then soaked our matches
it's a dirty game with a lot to gain
hidden loop holes that are not disclaimed
and valuable property people want to claim
we do what we can and just block this pain
Copyright © Alex Roelfson | Year Posted 2013
So this is to be the end of our friendship, huh?
I hope you didn't end it only because I said we should.
It seems the very thing that brought us together is now tearing us apart;
Such a dramatic ending yet imperceptible to everyone but us.
You wrap everything in a neat little package
Something to be discarded?
We didn't know it then but the moment we admitted it to each other was the moment it all ended. You told me you were gay and I said I was too.
Should we have kept it inside then, should we never have acknowledged it?
You told me you loved me but I said no, we can only ever be friends.
Why end it now?
On the eve of us venturing out into the world to leave our mark.
Sometimes this feels more like the beginning rather than the end
I hope that's why I feel so numb.
A single tear is yet to be shed for something that lasted nine years
But I am angry; I know you could tell. This causes me such ineffable pain.
Not for the reasons you think.
I could never resent our friendship
But you labeled it all a waste
You sit, confident that what you're doing is right and that everyone else is somehow wrong.
I'm not so confident however.
There are a few things that I know to be right, incontrovertible truths, and this is one of them.
Why can't you see that I'm hurting too?
Copyright © Kemar Edwards | Year Posted 2013
To Walk In the Rain
As the cold rain blew, I kept walking for miles with my little dogs walking with me. We were
a little family and so we were in this healing thing together. We had to walk as a family
together. Besides, don’t dogs like to walk?
I carried a big umbrella holding it over them. The rain gently washed the tears from my face
and masked my face as I cried. I sobbed and sobbed as I walked. Often pleading to God to
end my pain or begging him to strike me dead with lightening.
As the thunder roared and my spirits soared, I could yell
with hostile anger as loud as I wished to yell. Hours of
walking in the rain is the only thing that eased my pain.
My dogs must have thought that I had gone insane. For months at night all we did was walk
in the rain. Only when spring came and the birds chirped at us did the sun dry away all of
Every night we still walked but not as many miles as before, until we were soaked. I walked
so much that I wore the soles out of my tennis shoes. But it was all I could do to medicate
my pain and sooth my broken heart way, to walk in the rain.
Thank goodness for the cleansing rain. It healed me that year.
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
I feel it stirring deep inside
Ready for it's chance to come alive
I try and try to get away
But it's hold on me I can not sway
I try to hold the demon deep inside
But it's ugly head I can not hide
I hope for some peace when I sleep
But even there it haunts me
It's ripping and tearing my soul apart
I know one day it will stop my heart
It whispers in my ear
It tells me things that I fear
It's eating me slowly from inside
Just to laugh when I cry
I can't chase the demon away
So I just sit and wait until the day I fade away......
Copyright © Tiffany Flowers | Year Posted 2013
Awaken me, Lord.
Open my ears that I may hear the voices,
Of those wo cry out for help.
Let me not be deaf to their pleas,
Lest they perish, because I would not hear.
Awaken me, Lord,
That I might make a difference.
Open my eyes that I may see those who suffer.
Let me not be blind to their needs,
Lest they perish because I would not see.
Awaken me, Lord.
Clear my mind that I may undersrtand the plight,
Of those who cannot help themselves.
Let me not be ignorant in my comfort,
Lest they perish because I was thoughtless.
Awaken me, Lord.
Open my heart that I may truly feel,
For all who suffer and have need.
Let me not be cold and unfeeling,
Lest they perish because I would not care.
Awaken me, Lord.
Loose my hands that I may reach out,
To those for whom You have suffered and died.
Let me not be lazy, or fearful of what others might think,
Lest they perish because I would not reach out.
Once when I was out walking I heard a dog screaming in agony begging to be let inside out of the cold. I just laughed to myself saying to myself that the dog was acting like she was dying out there. I paid her no mind sense the dog wasn't mine.
Later when I passed by again all was quiet. I figured the owner had let her in.
The owner wasn't home.
They went to school and to work forgetting the dog was still outside.
She Froze To Death And I Could Have Helped Her If Only I Had Cared Enough To JUST GO CHECK IT OUT BUT I FEARED WHAT THE OWNERS WOULD THINK OF ME STICKING MY NOSE IN WHERE IT DIDN'T BELONG.
Just because it's an animal that doesn't mean they don't matter or "don't feel pain like we do". Pain is pain and it HURTS. They feel it like we do they just can't tell us because they can't speak our language but they speak in every other way if we will just listen.
That dog died in agony because I didn't listen and her owners FORGOT ABOUT HER.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012
Refrigerator Love (Poem)
God, I don't really know why You made the breadth of Your Son's arms stretch far enough apart to allow your living breath inside of dying lungs like mine. My sin is the tree cut down and shaped into the crucifix. For years, I took the blood of Your Son and smeared it over the wood, trying to splinter the genes from Your hands from ever matching mine.
So why are you still molding me in Your image? I've always been attracted to the wrong people, places and things like a noun with bad grammar, but You spell I love you all over my surface like refrigerator magnets until it sticks. I've been outdated since the day I was born, and the 90's left my life so fast I swear they ran to the 21st century outlet to pick up a better model of me. My insides have grown freezer frigid over the years, but You've kept my heart preserved. I've left a few more spoiled memories on my shelves longer than I would've liked. Back then, I just loved the look of them still alive in me so much that I never learned to let go when I thought my life was still in one piece. Compost my past like the gardener You are. I'm on my knees begging to You to plant and harvest seeds in Your fields that will grow into fruits without expiration dates. Father, Your food is eternal because Your love is everlasting. Reverse me like a walking tomb, and let me be the body for Your Spirit to live in.
Tend to my inside circuits, and help me be a bright, electrical vessel,
Continually kept running through the night so others can see You too.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2013
As Both human and fox, she knows the pains of life that belong to each.
Her cunning, wit, and charm serve her well. her life has been harrowing
Outcast from both her kith and kin she is too human for the fox, too fox for the humans.
But she at last found a place where she belonged thanks to the one human who can still accept her For what she is, both human and fox
Your welcome Kitsune
you have made my life peacefull whilst you are near
and for that i thank you
Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012
ANOTHER DAY OF FLEEING LIFE
Jaundiced eyes peered
from skeletal sockets
reflecting the daily fear:
Not of inevitable death;
but the agony of life another day.
The permanent stoop
of the frail body---aping
a living trophy of submission,
had long prepared its self
to endure the daily scavenge
of the garbage heap:
What a pity;
even a dying man must eat!
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
Mostly I care about my heart
But always crush my heart
I don’t want to know if there is anyone for me
Just sad for losing everything who was for me
All things going wrong out of that
Away! Away! Away! Away!
Copyright © Ibrahim Ghani | Year Posted 2014
For we perceive beyond the rainbow,
Beyond the shadow of gravity holding ISS.
Caught not in a void
But like bees wading in their own honey,
Pollinating space with thoughts …
Our tent did blow from on high
Exposing this nakedness.
A soul did incarcerate;
Feeding barest morsels shared with rats;
Though famished eyed her fleeting skirt.
So did she infiltrate his racked dreams?
Spittle healing cuts; kisses soothing bruises,
Milk nourishing hunger …
Tears washing away grimy sorrow.
Such comfort in the bounds of direst misery …
Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014
Every night she paints the sky a little darker,
blotting out stars that she’s given up on.
Burning balls of dust that her imagination can
no longer shoulder. Someone else can have
their light; Someone with a little hope left.
She’d rather draw in grey scale memories,
outline them in crimson. It’s a little more
realistic that way; contemporary at least.
The few last glowing bits in the horizon
give all that is needed for the final strokes
of her legacy.
A promise to herself,
A tribute to the fallen,
A gift for those who are sure wander onto the
path that she found, so long ago.
"Maybe it will save them.
Give them what they need to find their way.”
She lay her brush unto the stone before her,
and let the grass take the blood from her hands
before she reaches out.
One final star shines in her eyes,
the only one left to guide them home.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.
That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.
Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.
A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.
Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.
For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now.
For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.
Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.
Copyright © Scott Bronner | Year Posted 2013