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Sadness Is The Sweetest Emotion

"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." - Percy Shelley


Do not tell me to smile
while tears run down my cheek,
just because I am melancholy
does not mean I am weak.

I cannot fake happiness
these are real tears I cry,
if they are invisible to you
I really wonder why.

They say look on the bright side
and this only makes me mad,
my emotions are not hidden
I am unafraid to be sad.

You cannot understand it
wished, prayed for it to go,
these sorrows you tried to end
yet, this is all I know.

Tears flow through my veins
not the red blood of life,
this heart sobs, it does not beat
outpouring all my cares and strife.

I am happy in sadness
not in a fake smile,
so, let my tears fall
I want to be sad for awhile.

If you hate sad poetry
than I am not for you,
I will write a "happy" poem
when I am ready to.





Written by: Kelly Deschler
September 20th, 2013


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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same


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Biology Teacher

What do you do all day, I wonder
When you're not teaching me at school
You have no ring on your left finger
And you always cling to that rule(r)

You speak as if we are listening
I admit you seem nice enough
Do you enjoy your current life
Or is it lonely, boring, tough?

Although for science you have such a passion
You look lonely, at least to me
I'm sure you must have a family
But do you have family you often see?

You talk and talk and talk
Do you think that I understand?
(My eyes are getting tired
But still I move my hand)

What do you do at home, I wonder
Do you live all alone?
No wonder you spend so much time here
You have an empty home


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Forever Blue

I am forever blue,
Just like the sky,
All the rain that falls on you,
Is how I feel when I cry.

I am deep blue like the sea,
Barely breathing beneath the waves,
How lonely can one be?,
There's nothing left here to save.

This feeling is not once in a blue moon,
It lasts all day and night,
It's as deep as a blue lagoon,
With no end in sight.

The frosty air is so cold,
On this blue December night,
Here is what my future holds,
And I know it isn't right.

My whole life has been so blue,
With so many turns like a river,
The water is so cold now, too,
It makes me really shiver.

My future is so blue,
And this is my only end,
I want to tell you, I love you,
Because you're my only friend.


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A Soul Cries

A soul cries yet nobody hears him
They say he has neither a head nor limbs
But he has a soul and a spirit
Undesirable is the soul to be taken from the womb

A soul cries yet nobody hears him
His voice is so mild that no one can hear him
He’s damned for a crime he didn’t commit 
No supplication and inspiration to share

A soul still cries yet nobody hears him
He has neither words nor songs to hymn
He’s languishing from a lashing whip 
A victim to hatred, dubiety and immorality 

A soul cries yet nobody seems to care
He pleas for his precious life to be spared
Yet with a mild voice no one will give an ear
 With despair he cries and screams into the night

A soul cries yet this girl has turned a deaf ear
A voice tells her “eliminate him from here” 
But a master fate will sometimes have it to be
The Dame escorted him six feet underground

The Poet Preacher © 2014


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Shrouds of Mist

Shrouds of mist did cloak the day.
Whispering winds with list did play.
Upon the graves of human minds
shrouds of mist were left behind.....

Well-wrought webs of darkness dim
vibrant thoughts held within.
The minds of humans do decay
as shrouds of mist on sorrow play.

Shrouds of mist did cloak the day
as waves of senses swept away
and all of those who dare rebel
were swiftly grasped and swirled to hell.

*Written at 16


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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse

Rewritten:

A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.





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Desire of the pains of love

looking deep into her face
for minutes at a time
one finger in her hair
more pleasent than the chime

I've long dreamed of her touch
dreams to caress her mind
holding her close to heart
and we'll together bind

so close she is to me
I reach and touch her lip
gently with my finger
though lusting for her hips

and either I should kiss
as either would be bliss
as my hands draw on her
and we end so breathless

I see her hand in mine
I'd know it without sight
warming and soft to feel
I'd hold it all my nights

I wished to delve her mind
I wished to know that girl
let her sorrow be gone
unto me I shall feel

never distort the air 
nor show signs of concern
if I hold her to me
little to be discerned

but that's not who I am
to see through rosey shades
be draped in silken cloth
that's not how I was made

I see what could calm me
her sinuous body
lovely before all eyes
teasing me wantonly

see the unloved lover
so wretched to behold
I'll keep my eyes above
yet my heart remains cold


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A Cry for Help

My name is Peter the Pelican I'm nothing special at all I fly around as I'm supposed to But this day I was close to a fall Every day when I take to the skies They are blue and sometimes grey But this day I never imagined That my bluey seas would decay Oozing from metal giants Now appearing after millions of years Mans honey as they seem to be happy Every find I hear all their cheers One day their tears turned to shouts For much of it was getting away My blue was turning to a distasteful mix In the place where I always played One day without a care in the world As I dived for a meal one morn On surfacing I struggled to respond Splashing I became so worn My feathers were not responding I'm drifting close to the shore Amid a sea of thickening black I sense the closing of my pores What little strength I have left As I lie in decaying kelp I flap my wings and hope in my heart Someone hears a cry for help http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-12.php


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An Evening in with the Cat

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end

I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done

If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs

If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose

If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past

 If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh

So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.


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He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 




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Orange Little Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,

An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,

Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,

Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.


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Minor Discomfort

Does everybody feel the same as I do?
Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused?
Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth
For the accuser, as well as the accused?

I've heard there's bliss
Found somewhere in ignorance
For those who have been stripped
Of their already fleeting innocence

So I continue to move through this life
Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes
Which instead reflect the emptiness
That fills me up inside

It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain
Consumed by doubt and fear
Eventually life becomes a burden
Damaged beyond all repair

The temptation to numb all sensation
It more powerful than one might believe
I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation
As passion gives way to apathy

Say whatever you want
About those who dwell on the past
Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox
While you cower behind your mask

The opinions of most matter very little to me
It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be
First you'd have to practice the words you preach
If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening


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To some a treasure

You think how much you hate your house
you despise the ancient floors
You abhor the broken cupboards
Will you always be this poor?
You gaze up at your bedroom roof
You see that it is leaking
You dream of owning fancy things
That selfish ones are seeking
You glance around the dingy room
and think it dark and dreary
How sad, how lonesome, that it seems
As if growing old and weary
Your bed, it lies a little crooked
and your carpets growing old
Summertime is way too hot
And winter gets too cold
Its raining now, its really pouring
Its leaking through your window
The sill is filling up with water
And it soon will overflow
You lie in your crooked bed
As you write this pain all down
The walls are just so melancholy
A sad and dingy brown
Your selfish thoughts lead to another
As he wanders lonely streets
Rain is pouring down on him
It's coming down in sheets
He's coughing and he's crying
And he is dreaming of a place
Where he can rest his weary soul
From troubles he must face
It's not riches that he's praying for
I do not have a doubt
This man is wishing desperately
To have what you complain about




Growing up in California on the Tuolume river was some sad business. There are homeless 
people all over the place. It breaks your heart. I always wonder what their story is and what 
caused them to be there. The little things in life matter and sometimes we forget that. Some 
mens' trash is another mans' treasure.


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Alive

Is your soul blood red
A dowry of bitter wine
Spilling mortality
Staining the divine

Is eternity a prison
The rusty knife of time
Carving your senses
Caging your mind

Is flesh a pardon
A tactile bribe
Begging the question
What is alive

Is there a reason
In this chalice of mine
To sip my faith
And fear no demise

Is there a forever
In your crying eye
A word to grasp
When your child has died


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In the Sand

He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.

He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.

A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.

Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.


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I'm With our Redeemer

Mom will you remember,
   All the thing’s we’ve done?
I know I must travel on,
   To Heaven where I’m from.

I know I lived a short life,
   But it was worth the breath.
I was more than a memory,
   But memories are all that’s left.

I’ll always be your angel,
   For this God let me know.
I’m with our Redeemer,
   Where the little angels go.


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For You...My Friend

I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?

You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.

I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?

Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?

I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!


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Frozen Farewell

Frost bit lovers 
standing in the snow
Trying not to trust
what the other seems to know
Parting in the cold 
seems a fitting thing to me,
Opened up their aching hearts
and let their love fly free.


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Tear in the Hourglass

A tear in an hourglass
so slowly it falls
a sorrow for every dream
that lay shattered against the wall.

So fragile is such a thing
that withers in part
what sadness she brings
in broken heart

Doth do we cringe
bent on broken knee
wounded in love
wounded by thee

Dulled is the sword
that had swung with such force
splintered is the shield
but the heart injured worse

All heroes are slain
killed in passionate war
every heart breaks
to love nevermore



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Thumbelina

Once held with love, by hands so small-
You’d hardly know that they were mine;
Her hair, a matted yellow mess
That sticks strait up, from hands and time,

The dress, Aunt Rose knit with gnarled hands,
Still ties up proper in the back,
It hides her scars; so much undone
While keeping dignity in tact,

One of her fingers’ is too short
When I was small, I bit it off;
Her neck’s been stretched from need and love
Which now I hide with velvet cloth,

Her eyes, the same sky blue as hers-
A mother ripped from life and earth-
Who passed away, leaving her child
One blue-eyed doll and no self worth…

Many a year flew by in time-
An adult with kids of my own-
When our house burned, consuming all,
From photos to refuge of home,

There came from ashes, hope reborn-
A beauty with eyes of sky blue,
Covered in suet, fire-scarred but safe,
The only thing that made it through!

A miracle or mothers hand,
That saved her from the fire's embrace?
To place her safe with honor, down
Atop the snow to cool her face,

This doll may look a ragged mess
To those whose tears she hasn't dried,
But when I look in those blue eyes
I see a child’s love, survived…

My Thumbelina, dread locked doll
No other friend could e’er replace
Her love; I love her battle scars,
Where memory lives upon her face…





2nd place winner in Karen Neary's TRASH or TREASURE contest , 5/2008


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A Mother's Son......For Dustin Cunningham

A smile that warms her heart.
 With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
 When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.

No one to listen or believe what he saw.
 For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
 And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.

A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
 Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
 Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.

After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
 But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
 She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.

She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
 She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
 Its not something her children could understand fully.

Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
 Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
 Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.

I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
 I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
 I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.


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In A Hotel Room

 She lay with gloom upon the bed
as outside blinked a garish red
which found its way into her room.
Upon the bed she lay with gloom.

She lay with grief; she lay with rue,
with shabby walls a gray milieu
and circumstance the unmoved thief.
She lay with rue; she lay with grief.

As neon flashed, she lay and thought
of coming west, how hard she'd fought,
and how her dreams had all been dashed.
She lay and thought as neon flashed.

She lay with shame; a thrust of fate
had left her with a wretched weight
and stole her hungering for fame.
A thrust of fate. . . she lay with shame.

Behind closed doors she'll take each john.
She lay with one, and so hereon
she's joined the order of the whores.
She'll take each john behind closed doors.


For the Contest of Black Eyed Susan


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My Great Grandpa

Great Grandpa Zerbst, I wish was here
I'd like him still around
He had a herd of Hereford cows
His farmin' sense was sound

He passed away when I was young
I'd only seen him twice
But even though his life was rough
I'm sure that he was nice

At first, he had some horse-drawn rigs
To grow his crop of wheat
A tractor then, in place of them
That had a metal seat

He had a herd of ninety cows
A huge Wyomin' spread
But now a herd of oil-rigs
Are drillin' in their stead

A lot of things Great Grandpa knew
From distant Germany
But now these things I wish I knew
Are buried 'neath a tree


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Boston



Can someone please explain to me How someone can kill and maim Then think of themselves as heroes Instead of barbaric and insane People aren't meant to kill and maim That's not the way it should be Meant to love and have families Only lunatics go on killing sprees What goes on in their sick ugly minds It's impossible to comprehend I'm angry and totally out of my mind Such a horrific message it sends People are totally incensed and enraged Want revenge for this cowardly act Remaining calm in spite of the rage Is a must to show we won't crack Can someone please explain to me What's happened to this world of ours Normal people don't do these things These lunatics, by a cause, are devoured © Jack Ellison 2013


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Moment of Madness

Vultures of doubt hover in my mind
Death beckons me
Live like a Stranger in my abode
Naught for me to live

Sparrows tweet around
On the soil beside me
Bend down, I sip water
Made muddy by rain

Came out of my walls
Tears flow down my eyes
Quench my parched throat
My hearts start beating

Feel light and tranquil
Sky is my home
Birds are my friends
Dogs line up to seek food

Push all away, I laugh aloud
My plate was empty a moment ago
Brimming with madness
My hands are full


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Fire And Ice


The whispers of indifference
dispel the glory of the hour
when tender moments meant so much
and roses blossomed on the bower.

we frolicked as the days grew long,
rejoicing in the innocence,
the youthful, gay exuberance,
when love was new and hearts were strong.

Then the shiver of the leaves,
the bitter cold, as one bereaves
the passing of omnipotence,
imprisoned now by circumstance.


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Lonely Soul

A well-worn path
of one lonely soul,
a solitary journey that
begins to take a toll.

A lonely soul that
was left an empty heart,
on one darkened day
when true love did depart.

A soul left lonesome
to live a painful life,
where a scar remains
like a cut from a knife.

Dark days turn to night
teardrops falling like rain,
no umbrella can shield
perennial tears of pain.

For a lonely lost soul
no comfort can be found,
there is no more love
when no light is around.


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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
                          Will this nest its glory retrieve

The companion birds have all flown away
O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave


-Mohammad Yamin
(Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)


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Itty Bitty Stink Bug

Itty bitty stink bug
Laying upon the rug
Itty bitty stink bug
No one to give a hug

Itty bity stink bug
I hate to be a thug.
Itty bitty stink bug
Flushed without a shrug


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First

Haunted by your memory,
You're in my thoughts and dreams,
They say you never forget your first,
There's truth to that it seems


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Dismayed

What was going through your head
When you decided to end your life
Did you consider your love ones at all 
Leaving behind your sons and wife

Failing to show up for work on Monday
Not calling or coming home that night
Leaving your family frantic and scared
So cruel of you to leave them in this plight

You were reported missing to the police
Your car found on Tuesday near Niagara Falls
Witnesses seen you jump in the icy waters
Just thinking about it.....my skin crawls
 
Three weeks later, your body still not found
Your wife is still struggling to stay strong
Posting pictures of you in happier times
Sorrow you left behind will be lifelong
 
Now your boys will grow up fatherless
Never understanding the reason why
Damage done to them emotionally
Tears of confusion and anguish as they cry

A small community remains shell shocked 
The awfulness of it all is so hard to digest
The reasons why we'll never truly know
May your tormented soul now be at rest

12/ 09/ 2013
*A sad and true story, his children are in my son's school.





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Alone And Blue

The wind whispers through the night
Cool against the mist on my skin
A neon sign that reads "Motel" lights my way
Hundreds more have lit where I've been

This night isn't unlike countless before
Walking endlessly with nowhere to go
I pass a drunk in a doorway
And think "now there's something I know"

All I own is here on my back
And the memories I have of you
Lost everything when you left
Now I walk Alone and Blue

Alone and Blue
Living with memories of you
Alone and Blue
What the hell am I going to do

Alone and Blue
No matter how hard I try
Alone and Blue
You never even told me why

Sometimes I wish it would all end
All the pain and suffering gone
Putting my weary mind at ease
My soul could then carry on

But until then I walk through the mist
That rides upon the whispering winds
And go on hearing your voice
My sanity... I try to defend

Alone and Blue
Living with memories of you
Alone and Blue
Are you lonely too??


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DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


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Wary of Snakes and Possums

Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection...
Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored.
Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution.
Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord -

One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs.
Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm.
With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues.
She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform.

A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about.
One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs.
Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout.
Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs.

ã June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Eggs, but NO epulaeryus
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan


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Joyce - Finnegan's Wake

How scenic is phrenetic fantasy 
Which fulminates within the manic mind 
Yet hides inside synaptic revelry, 
Articulated, yes, but hard to find? 

The minor absolution one demands 
From higher born authority than self 
Is often found in foreign sounding lands 
Or back of boxes hiding on the shelf. 

The madness of the mad though sad is not 
Without a nod transcendent, in a way; 
Which forces Joyce to ponder over plot 
And not which punctuation to display. 

Now take your time and read Ulysses first, 
Before the Wake of Finnegan is shown; 
For Finnegan becomes eternal thirst 
Where cognitive resolve remains unknown. 

Now bitter battles still are fought with fire 
In hallowed halls of higher learning fame 
Where academic's fight against desire 
To elevate James Joyce's brilliant name. 

Finnegan's Wake can make a man go mad; 
Incomprehensible at best, some say. 
Such genius has a way of causing sad 
Reverberations all along the way. 

So read a Portrait of the Artist first 
Then add Ulysses if you have the need; 
But Finnegan's Wake - unquenchable thirst 
A book to blow your brain and make it bleed. 








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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.


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UNREQUITED LOVE

My Pen Drips Of Sorrow And On This Paper,
I Write Each Tear.


He never told her of the love,
He held within his heart.
Though he knew she longed to hear it,
He just could not impart,

The feelings that he had for her,
Although she was his bride.
It seemed to her that if he cared,
His love he would not hide;

And so it went through all their years,
They drifted slow apart,
Lonely, sad and unfulfilled,
They each had broken hearts.

                                          Judy Ball

Aug.13,2011  For Just Write Contest by Constance LaFrance


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Your Tears Were Just Too Heavy

Your tears were just too heavy
I could not catch them all,
I'm sorry that I missed so many
and had to let them fall.

I was powerless to help you,
by your side I could but stand,
a silent witness to your fears;
and I could only hold your hand.

Although I tried to save you,
into darkness you still tumbled;
with only me to watch you
as to your knees you stumbled.

I could not chase your demons,
your pain not take from you,
I just had to stand by guarding
and pray you made it through.

It hurt to see you battle,
your fears were just so many,
I'm sorry if I failed you;
your tears were just too heavy.



This was inspired by a couple of great pieces that I've read recently. No plagiarism intended :)


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DIANE

I can not believe her,
As there alone she sits
Eyes scrutinizing everyone
Moisture on her lips
Her face as hard as iron
Beneath the caked on artifice
She need rely on no one
She is no longer nice

Her very core is blackened
Her eyes, they will not see
The despair that she portrays
As she shuns her purity
A commodity, not a woman
It what she has become
Her only aim survival
A foil for someone's fun

She's just a vacant vessel
To be used again and again
If lucky with affection
Sometimes with numbing pain
Oh, if only someone had loved her
If only someone had cared
Oh poor ravaged face once beautiful
How badly you have fared


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Alone

Sometimes I talk to no one at all,
There's no one to have fun with anymore,
So, I have conversations with the wall,
Only the wind comes knocking on my door.

How can one be so alone,
I have no one that I can send a letter,
And no one to talk with on the phone,
If I had, my life would be so much better.

There is no one to share my feelings with,
All I want is one good friend,
These days a true friend seems like a myth,
A person who will be there to the end.

A friend that I could sit beside,
Someone with a gentle hand to hold,
A person with whom my secrets I'd confide,
Someone who's warm when days are cold. 

I wish there were someone I could give my heart,
Someone who will not tell me a lie,
One special person that wouldn't tear it apart,
A friend to be there when I cry.

As I'm trying not to shed a tear,
All I can do is sit alone at home,
And so it goes on, year after year,
And there's nothing to do but write this poem.


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Deafening Silence



Devoted to those poor lost souls. I'm bombarded with a deafening silence As I sit here alone in my room Thinking of how my life might have been Encased in this dark dismal tomb I once had it all or so I had thought I walked with a confident air But fate intervened and changed everything I'm now travelling this road of despair My closest friend is this bottle of whiskey The relief I get from the pain Of a lifetime of utter sadness and sorrow When I dream we're together again If only my words could convince you my love But they just seem so hollow and trite It appears so hopelessly futile to me As I lay awake lamenting each night So I guess I'll go back to my bottle of booze And the only true friend I've had I'll think of how things might have been Bombarded by thoughts so sad © Jack Ellison 2013


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Renew on the Serengeti

The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure

For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust

We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within





Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php





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My Pain

I feel the blinding pain inside,
It rips my soul in two;
No matter how I try to hide,
My growing pain from you…


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Missing Our Friend

Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet

A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!

It was on this frigid morning,
We lost our furry friend;
Reality's stunning anguish,
Death fails to comprehend

Spoiled rotten and witty,
You'd swear he was a dog;
A happy treat to pacify,
While sleeping like a log

Looking on the good days,
Diminished are the bad;
We lost a friend forever,
The best we've ever had

Death never comforts,
We failed to see your end;
Our tears concede to obscurity,
Farewell to a loyal friend... 



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A Broken Family

For many months we’ve grown apart
we’re not where we should be
Inflicting wounds at every turn
a broken family

Each day another raging storm
we both look at the door
Barrage of accusations made
the fabric rips some more

Our souls are wounded deep inside
a crack can now be seen
There isn’t very much that’s left
this all seems so obscene

We’ve got to try and work this out
I know that love’s still there
We’ve got too much invested now
I know we both still care


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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"


*cry for...: Mourn

28/05/2013


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Oh What A Relief It Is



As most days go, this one's a winner Think I'll go out and get soused After two long years hoping and praying We finally have sold our house! It wasn't a matter of price it seems Location was definitely why It took this extremely extra long time But finally a buyer came by! Advice to those who are thinking of selling Patience is definitely a must There's supposedly a buyer for every house But “For Sale” signs can start to rust! Dear Cathie and I are over the moon The relief is showing on our face Stress was getting too much to deal with To keep it a spic and span place! We can now go back to our slovenly ways With dirty dishes piled up high Mountains of clothes strewn round each room On the walls, bits of blueberry pie! Gonna miss the peace and quiet of the country Fields of green wherever you look But mostly gonna miss my best buddy Ron He'll always be number one in my book! © Jack Ellison 2013


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So Long

We said goodbye two years ago today -
I'll never forget the way I felt that day.
I couldn't breathe when the door closed between us
And your taillights dimmed as you drove away.

I never thought i'd breathe the same again,
As pain took away all my wind -
And i stood there deflated and broken
Refusing to accept the bitter end.

It happened on my best friend's wedding day.
I'll never understand why you did it that way -
I had visions of our wedding as I was standing there
But you ruined that for me and left my heart betrayed.

I never thought i'd get over it, not in a million years.
I cried what seemed a river's worh of tears.
I mourned for you like someone mourns the dead -
It was the realization of all my fears.

But once the salt left my wounds, I realized I was free,
Free from all the emotional torture you gave me.
Free from wondering where you were -
Free from the fragile little girl you made me be.

And I never looked back once you were gone.
I learned how hurt can make you strong,
I learned what a real man should be.
And with that, my old dear lover, so long.


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Aging Heart

Time runs fast when we are young,
As fast as human eyes can blink.
Turn away and there it goes,
What youth we have will slowly sink.

It runs with legs that won’t tire
So that your aging heart may sleep.
Close your eyes and let it fall,
The fruits you’ve reaped are yours to keep.

Does the river dry when you
Have passed the rapids of this ride?
Open your eyes so you may see
The world you’re bound to on this tide.


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Wrongful Imprisonment

Here I live in darkness
Dreadful fright and fear
Kept from all my fam'ly
And friends that once were near

Why am I imprisoned
What has been my wrong?
Why this dreadful sorrow
Instead of happy song?

Naught has been my trespass
Innocent am I
Robbed of all life's goodness
Condemned in jail to die


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Do You Hear What I Hear

In the quiet of the night when souls take flight
It’s sad and hopeful prayers I hear.
When the bells ring and carolers sing
Their tone will be more solemn this year.
 
And as we stride side by side
And candles flicker in the breeze
I hear the call of tiny voices
Trying to put our hearts at ease.
 
 
Dec. 18, 2012 for Kim


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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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A Child's Day

School time is over
Nothing to cheer
No one at home
Till eve, left alone

Grounds full of houses
None to play around
Virtual world seems so real
Reality is like a Dream

Laptop sits on my Pa's lap
Mama shoos me around
Class work is a chore
Homework is a bore

I can't do what I like
I don't like what I do
I can't even sleep
How can I Dream?

Mornings’ can't even cry
Mouth thrust with paste
Milk does not taste
I am back to my drill

The slum boys out look better
They play in open pools
Like me, they look no fools
They don't even go to schools



                               Children’s Day is around.
               This Poem is  written to depict the Angst of a Child
                                in a Middle-Class family of Modern India


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Love Betrayed



I gave her my heart and life,
but it was such a deep illusion,
which cut my soul and being with a knife,
I stood by her during trails and diffusion.

Due to leadership tussle at my work place,
which led to my set-up with a big error,
I thought she was there to save my face,...
My sentence to six months was a big terror.

I believe she`ll stood by to put more pressure,
This was not suppose to be my portion,
With her love,I`ll serve with all pleasure,
At the end,our love will have a wonderful caption.

It was like being hit by a hurricane,
When I learned that she left with my lass,
My Baby,that I cherished more than sugarcane,
I wept!,wept like a teenager with a pain in the ass.

she left me empty with no money,
Faraway to an unknown land by air,
Even though I love her more than honey,
This treatment is killing and strictly unfair.

I doubt whether I can still love again,
For my heart is damaged and irreparable,
Even if passion and love fall like rain,
my love is dead,gone and irrefutable.


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Untimely Death

It came to me that night to take me to its home
But indeed it appeared just a little too late
For when it showed up, I had already packed and gone
And I had previously arrived at its place


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Maybe Find Love Twice


So many times I've thought of you
when silence filled my day
Sometimes a smile would come to me
but seldom would it stay

At times those moments hurt so bad
I often called your name
An overwhelming avalanche
emotions unrestrained 

Sometimes I’d lay awake at night
and try to think it through
But truth would always close the doors
some things I can’t undo

I hope in time I’ll find a way
to turn the page in life
A chapter filled with happiness
and maybe find love twice



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Tell Me

Tell me sweet friend, why are you so sad
It's my passion in life to make you feel glad
This sadness you carry is depressing to see
So cheer yourself up and be happy like me


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I Do or Do I

We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say  yes, sat down and waited and then…

The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…

A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,

"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"

The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…

"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon 
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...


A True Story 
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012


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Take your bow


Run, run, run
Is all I hear
Speak to me.
Whisper in my ear.

Looking over my shoulder
Nothing there to see
Hit the door
But I have no key.

Locked out or locked in.
Either way no way to escape
All my demons 
Takeing all these shapes.

Consider it yours
Consider me done
Take your prize,
Now youv'e won
 
Settle the sea
Calm the crooks
Raise the house 
They shall read this in every book


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Eleanor

The ocean waves are calm tonight
they gently brush the shore
The breeze now constant in my face
I’m here sweet Elenor 

My troubled mind it finds a friend
in rhythmic ocean sounds
The moon is watching over me
as darkness now surrounds

The walk along the beach at night
is healing for my soul
It helps me set priorities
some things I can’t control

Each night I come to share with you
the details of my life
I wish that I could hold you love
I miss you my sweet wife


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A Little Down



Feeling more than a little bit down Could be because of the weather More likely it's just one of those days It's really so hard to measure Small things surely can make a difference Doesn't take much these days But chin up I'm hearing everyone utter Tomorrow will be better they say I know, I know, but while it's happening It's little consolation I'm afraid I'm well aware it happens to everyone But my life I wouldn't trade My P-Soup friends will cheer me up They're the highlight of my life What would I do without you sweet guys You banish all of life's strife Thank you dear friends from deep in my soul Couldn't imagine life without you Though I'm a bit down, I will survive When I open P-Soup, I'm renewed! © Jack Ellison 2013


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Indifference

Another day has drifted by
forever it’s now gone
What hopes and opportunities
for me are now withdrawn

I’ve watched so many days go by
Indifference my first choice
When moments cried my name out loud
I never raised my voice

I feel so cold and all alone
there’s no one in my life
This horrid place I find myself
it cuts me like a knife

I want to break out of this cell
forever to be free
To be a part of someone’s life
perhaps a family


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Life Ain't Fair



Was so excited to hear some news From our dear friends Lynda and Al About to embark on an exciting cruise What could possibly go afoul Lynda's had Parkinsons for many years Needs a wheelchair to get around Al was faithfully pushing her along A bump and Lynda went down! Tragedy struck without any warning Ninety minutes aboard the ship Landed on her arm breaking her wrist Put an end to their exciting trip Imagine all the pain Lynda endured As if she hasn't suffered enough X-rays showed her wrist was shattered Recovery was going to be tough Some people happily dance through life As healthy as all get out Others are prone to great misfortune To Lynda that's what life's all about! © Jack Ellison 2013


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A Moment of Silence

A moment of silence
Reflection of heart
Feelings so intense
So sour and tart

A moment of silence
Stiffening of life
Feelings so tense
So full of strife

A moment of silence
Surviving of souls
Feelings on the fence
As the bell tolls

A moment of silence
For all those lost
Feelings so immense
And for what cost?


February 2010


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Stowaway

Lack of perspective 
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.

Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.

My appearance lacks 
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.

I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to 
my friend from above.

Care too much 
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.

A painful gut feeling may 
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.


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Geneve


Geneve lives in fantasies
her way to cope in life
Horrific tales of child abuse
great bitterness and strife

At times she tries to open up
but rage soon takes its toll
A wounded spirt trapped in time
her pain she can't control

A twisted mind destroyed her life
the scars are deep within
The battles rage within her mind
each day they start again

It's hard to understand just how
someone could hurt a child
A court in heaven will convene
the deeds are all compiled



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Baby Go On

It  seems so very clear to me
that you've been moving on
You’re distant even when you’re here
and not where you belong

I cannot reach you anymore
no matter how I try
And even when we’re all alone
won’t look me in the eyes

I’m begging Baby please go on  
can’t take this anymore
I hope that somewhere you will find
what you've been looking for

Just close the door as you walk out
no need to say goodbye
I beg you please don’t turn around
won"t let you see me cry


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Silence

Believing the heart to be true to it's calling, 
While wrapping it safely in caution's warm quilt, 
Flying too close to the flame that entrances, 
Hope's wings have been singed both by trust and by guilt. 

Forging through pain that had sought to destroy her, 
Enveloped in memories she wanders through time, 
Revelling in feelings too distant to waken, 
Provoking the heart to speak freely in rhyme. 

Love can not lend her the courage to fight on, 
Memories can't save her, nor send aid to bear, 
They stand by her helplessly watching and waiting, 
For silence to meet with her cowardice there. 

She stands at the door, and yearns to step through it, 
To the side of the threshold that pain can not touch, 
Her heart beating ardently, longing for refuge, 
But refuge at this point is asking too much. 

Tomorrow may bring the resolve she so yearns for, 
To stand up and walk as though none were aware, 
Of the shame, and remorse she's allowed to enslave her, 
To break free for all time from this prison of care. 

YLE 

Canada


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Clawing at my Grief

 Too late 
you push into my sphere
to breach my secret lair,
how dare you seek and find me here
within this raptured air!

  Be gone 
before I swallow down
the essence of your shape.
Your ups and downs,
your sight and sound,
and at your neck the nape.

  A tender sample of a soul
too empty to explain,
I shall not venture to extol,
my agony and pain.

  Not every monster has a heart
though you will not believe,

I was a monster from the start
your love will not relieve

the darkness waiting to consume
your light  just like a thief ,

now leave me gnashing
on my doom,
and clawing at my grief.


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Abandoned Nest

Premature gosling, broken from the egg,
gasp for breath in primordial refuse.
Blindly search for your absent mother’s leg;
shiver until death’s caress sets you lose.


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I'll Follow On

So much of life a struggle now
the years have gone so fast
I'm grateful for the memories
and pleasures from my past

The road ahead is fraught with fear
my friends are numbered few
The courage is so hard to find
and strength to see me through

I think of Mother and my Dad
so wish that they were here
Although they left so long ago
their presence I feel near

I'll follow on the best I can
and try to make you proud
Will move on to a better place
then meet you in the clouds


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ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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Coffee At Ruths

 The rain has been pouring
 for most of the night
 I really am worried
 I might lose the lights
  
 They soon start to flicker
 the power goes out
 A log on the fire           
 many more no doubt

 This old house gets lonely
 on long nights like this
 I wish I had someone
to hold and to kiss             
                
 The children are grown  
 my wife laid to rest
 I stay so damn angry
 alone and depressed

 I have to do something
 To live life again
 Each day is a struggle
 I will not pretend

 I’ll wait for tomorrow
 and go into town
 Go do some shopping
 and then look around  

 So I'll call up a friend
 I knew in my youth
 I hear now she’s single
 maybe coffee at Ruth’s


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Life Gets In The Way

Distant memories call at night
when slumber holds me close
The voices of my child hood friends
the ones I loved the most

Sometimes I feel a need to call
but life gets in the way
I carry one with what I do
and this is where I stay

If I could travel back in time
I know I surely would
Somehow I chased a foolish dream
and lost all that I could

Its funny how we settle for
so little in this life
We give away our souls sometimes
the pain cuts like a knife

All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2012


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Lace and Frills

All around me I see folks are glad as can be
'Tis the season when glad hearts are beating
But surely you know, somewhere deep down below
There are hearts that are wounded and bleeding

See the cards go around, while the red hearts abound
Some are decked out with lace bows and cotton
But I haven't a one, I have missed all the fun
I am left all alone and forgotten

I had hoped for a card, yes, I hoped really hard
Just for one tiny note with a heart
Only three little words and I'd sing with the birds
Or I'd suck on a lemon that's tart

But I had me a plan, to the paper I ran
To the hearts and the lace and the cotton
And I made up some frills for some young pretty girls
That by others and me were forgotten

~ Feb 7, 2013~
~ For the Forgotten Valentine contest by Debra Squyres ~
~ 12.10.12.10 metre ~


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Reflections

Through the window of life I look
To tomorrow, a different day
Thoughts of my husband my love
Lost to wars theatre decay

When I awake every morning
And look at the faces of our kids
When do I tell them their daddy's gone
And lift our lives from this rid

What do I tell them
Every time they hear the door
When they think its their father 
Who won't be coming home anymore

What do I tell myself
When I retire every night
Touching the side where he once lay
The one who held me tight

What do I tell them
When I'm tear laden day to day
What do you tell twins of one year old
When they don't understand what I say

When do I tell myself
That tomorrows a different day
Reflections are left of what could have been
For war has left its say




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php


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Tethered Souls

Consuming heartache never ends
as years go passing by
A wounded spirit cannot thrive  
no matter how they try

When tethered soul mates rip apart
there’re like the walking dead
A mask is worn for all to see   
pretense displayed instead

Sometimes the hurting is so bad
the angels start to cry
The overwhelming emptiness
another day we die


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My Bedroom

The door of my bedroom is closed
Sunlight filters in through the curtain
I quietly lie down in bed
In this my sweet little haven

My cozy warm bedroom is safe
I feel my soul is truly free
No one dares to harm me in here
The whole world can just let me be

I pull up the covers real tight
As I hug close my teddy bear
I revert to being a child
A child with no worry or care

My eyes wonder around the room
But focus on a memory 
My rapid breathing evens out
As I relive sweet history

The people outside of my room
Leave me filled with stifling fear
I am left confused and unsure
As I brush away a stray tear

I’ve forgotten how to mingle
Socializing just gives me stress
Whatever I may say or do
Leaves me an emotional mess

Yet here in my room I am free
To converse with great eloquence
I talk to me, myself, and I
With such amazing confidence

I simply write and write and write
I resolve to love, laugh and live
I have not a single worry
About what I should do or give

Do you think that I’m a recluse?
A modern day hermit, you say?
It could be, but this I do know
I’m having a wonderful day!


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Rain Day

grey sky day no chance of light
teardrop rain beats down 
thoughts now finally taking flight
smile that hides the frown.
 
melancholy dreary day
surrenders soon to dark
desperation here to stay  
leaves such a painful mark.


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Psychosis


She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her meds,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.

Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?

She's showing no signs of aggression,
as a matter of fact she's serene,
no tantrums, no throwing or spitting,
picture-perfect, a story-book queen.

By day she's the doctors' conundrum,
every measure is tried for a clue,
but the secret is buried inside her,
closed for business, not out for review.

As night falls she's back in her bedroom,
left alone in confusion and tears,
frightened, with nothing to contemplate
but the screaming that no one else hears.


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October 5th



Would have been our 56th anniversary For my dear first wife Linda and I Sadly passing away fourteen years ago Still in my thoughts, I still cry Every year when October rolls around Reminded of what we both had shared Five great children and a lifetime of love The joys, the heartaches, the care I'll never forget you, my very first love Till my final last day on earth Thank you my sweetest darling Linda For a lifetime of joy and mirth © Jack Ellison 2013


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I Married My Flower Girl

This may sound a little bizarre
But listen to my tale of love
A tale so rare, so tender, so sweet
Transcends all others above

Way back in nineteen-fifty-seven
Sweet Linda and I were married
Our flower girl was her eight year old sister
A bouquet of roses she carried

Linda and I enjoyed many great years
Till tragedy struck in ninety-eight
Contracting a very rare form of cancer
A disease that sealed her fate

Sadly she passed away early next year
Losing her courageous fight
Gave her blessing to our flower girl and me
Her dying wish... we would unite

Never guessing two years down the road
Our lives would again collide
Flower girl Cathie so demure and sweet
Walked down the aisle as my bride

@Jack Ellison 2012


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Why Do I Feel Responsible???

I still have dreams that haunt me.
I'm back there as a child.
I see the drinks, the drugs and all.
I watch our family be defiled.

In my dreams I try to help you.
I try to stop the pain.
The stress of changing whats been done
is driving me insane.

I know that I was little.
I couldn't have changed a thing.
Then why do I feel so responsible
for almost everything? 

I feel I should have told you
I hated how we were.
It hurt to be so hungry.
I was afraid, alone and unsure.

I know I was only one of five
and we all went through the pain.
I just can't keep from going back
and feeling it all again.

If only I could have stopped you.
I could have saved you from the drugs.
I could have held you and begged of you.
But, oh yeah........you hated hugs.

I try not to visit back there
but my dreams go where they may.
Each night I take a step back in time
I hear a little girl say......

Why do I feel responsible? ? ? 


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Another Day

For months I’ve tried to understand these feelings held for you I’ve tried to make them go away I don’t know what to do There is no place for our embrace I clearly understand But when I say I’ll go away then no, my heart demands I have to gather courage now to turn and walk away The truth is that I will not go I’ll stay another day


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Endless Nights

Endless nights I wait alone
Your letters keep me sane
Never dreamed we’d be apart
Oh please come home again


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Sad And Happy



Usually feeling very upbeat and happy But even clowns have their days Probably brought on by the Christmas season For those old days we pine away Nostalgically recalling how it used to be A young family just starting out Sadly those happy days are gone forever Acknowledging what life's all about Really do wish I could live forever How sad to have to say goodbye To all our friend and the happy memories Remembering, it's hard not to cry So very sorry, didn't mean this to be sad The holiday season can do this to me As I remember all those great Christmas' Past With good friends and dear family <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013


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A Sad Farewell



Leaving a bunch of the nicest people Us guys have ever known It's sure a sad time for Cathie and I My, how the time has flown Seems like it was only yesterday We moved in with great excitement Thought it would be our very last move We were flying high, so jubilant But now that reality has finally set in The fact we'll see them no more It's a heavy heart we're carrying around As we finally close the door The final chapter is fast approaching I know we'll shed a few tears When the truck is loaded and we say adieu To the home we have held so dear A shiny new chapter lies just ahead An exciting new world to explore But I'll never forget the good times we've had I'll remember them forevermore! © Jack Ellison 2013


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Shadow


Wretched guilt afflicts my soul
each day a little more…
The war that rages in my mind 
and pain I can’t ignore…

I don’t know how to make this right
afraid it’s much too late…
I can’t undo the damage done
and lift this heavy weight…

A flaw within my character
it manifests again…
A shadow hidden deep within 
a dark and sultry friend…

All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2014


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Dying Everyday

Sickness spreads into my head
My Bones are thus infected
Nostrum is the only thread
Which keeps my life connected

Though I’ve wandered, I am not lost
Perhaps I’m just misplaced
My Ills begotten, merely forgotten
And yet I’m not erased


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Crushed

Great sadness is my portion now
I watched you walk away
It seems so unbelievable
I even begged you’d stay

We’ve been together for so long
I can’t believe it’s true
In just a moment all was gone
I’m still in love with you

You said you loved me many times
and that you’d never leave
I gave you everything I had
my heart was on my sleeve

How can you leave me just like this
without a reason why?
Although my heart is breaking now
you will not see me cry

Fictional write


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A WORLD GONE MAD

There'll always be questions
Begging for urgent answers,
As long as life in continuum
Revolve within its perimeters.
 
Far from anyone's wisdom
Are all the daily occurrences
Which in different episodes
Appear from variant courses.
 
Despite all the sought clues
By man in every walks of life,
The law of darkness still rules
As the world keeps to strife.
 
Who was there at creation
That would not weep bitterly
For that beautiful perfection
That has become disorderly?!


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Unforgiven

I bring you my little heart
It’s been battered and abused
It’s all bent out of shape, Lord
Because it has been bruised
 
I lost some of the pieces
I can’t get them back, you see
It all happened when he said
That he will not forgive me
 
Jesus, please stop the hurting
For I can’t go on this way
Every time that I see him
I just don’t know what to say
 
He has cut me from his life
And he threw away my heart
I’m left here, Lord, to wonder
If you have the missing part
 
He claims that you’re his Savior
He says that you bring him joy
Why is it then, sweet Jesus
That he broke me like a toy?
 
So here I am, my Jesus
I'm uncertain what to do
But tell me, Lord, why can't he
Be forgiving just like you


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Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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Teddy



While dog sitting little Teddy Here's what I think he said; “I'm one damn happy son of a dog This month, I thought I would dread But youse guys are the cat's moew What a great doggie retreat You made the adjustment easy for me Youse guys are real neat So when this month is finally over We can't let this chance go by Please try to negotiate with my owners To stay here with youse neat guys You probably think it's a trifle strange But this is where I wanna be And I'm not feeling the least bit guilty My owners abandoned me!” Tried telling him they'll soon be back But it seems he no longer cares Gonna miss him when he finally goes This charmer has savoir-faire! © Jack Ellison 2013
Sadly, Teddy the poodle has since left us and gone to “Doggie Heaven”


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(PART 2 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

A new chance has blossomed
Til the police pull up
She ain't feelin' too awesome
And her mind is made up

Chance to confess
To drop to her knees
But she's under all this stress
And she runs with the breeze

With a click and a blast
She screams her last breath
Chance for redemption at last
But she still chose death

Not a single angel sings
As she walks up to the gate
She wonders if she'll get wings
Or if damnation is her fate

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

All the mourners stand back 
As she's buried with a rose
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

So if life hands you trouble
You have to think twice
Or you could die bleeding in the rubbel
Payin' your high price

You could have a knife pulled on you
Or a bullet in the head
But we all know one thing is true
You could end up dead

You better remember this girl
All the s*** she went through
Don't let your life unfurl
Or your soul could be due

Life comes with pain
And life comes with tears
But don't hop on that train
To run away from your fears

Remember this crazy train
Is on a rickety track
And once you enter the wrong lane
There ain't no turnin' back

I know this 'cause I've walked on the path
I held this girls hand in the dreams I once had
Now I stand back looking at the aftermath
I'm lucky I lived, but it's hard to say I didn't like doin' the bad

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

One of these days you might need to think back
To this little girl's last night of woe
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...


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Suicide

My days pass by without much change            
the loneliness my friend
Each day I try to rearrange
but fate it wins again

I try to hide behind a smile
pretending all is well
My mind it tells me I am vile
then struggles to dispel 

I feel I am a prisoner 
oh how do I get free?
The cartridge in the cylinder
a fitting choice for me


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Apology

I apologize

Sometimes I seem to get it wrong
And write my words in haste
And now I write this poem on down
With a kind of blood red face

So me, I now apologize
I’ve thrown this poem away
So please cast it from your mind
Forget what I did say


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Story of My Life

A tear fell today,
The first one in a while.
I had made a promise
To only think of us a smile.

I'd say I'm sorry,
And I won't do it again,
But I'm sure I'd be lying,
Because when I think I can't, I can.

I can still cry a little
And miss our happiness,
Especially on days or in moments
That are even close to this.

Every night I dream
Of when we'll be happy together
And every day I wake
To the reality that you want her.

You tell me everyday it's temporary.
You swear that it's all for the best,
But it hurts because I swear you're lying.
I think you are just like the rest.

I thought you were better than that.
Sometimes, I think I still do,
But then a day like today comes up.
Story of my life. It's nothing new.

You'd think I'd be used to it.
I'd adjust to ruining my own happiness,
But I honestly don't think I could ever.
I don't want to get used to this.


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Letter to Mum and Dad

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life.
I remember you now as a good husband and wife.
Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still.
The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will.

When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue.
A far cry from the father, the man I once knew.
Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold.
Your hand I touched. That memory I hold.

Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away.
You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray.
I remember you most, for the love that you gave me.
Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee.

Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone.
You're the best parents in life, this child could have known.
So it's with you in memory, my life has begun.
I remain as always, your ever loving son.


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So Cold


When did this ice age happen
how did I miss the signs
when one upon another we fall
so cold in our designs.

When callous hearts forget to feel
how can love bloom and grow
when I to you and you to me
so many insults are thrown.

When caring is the victim
how sad this time and place
when what is gained is paramount
so far the fall from grace.

(Stoic)


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Why Can't I Be Happy?

Why can't I be happy
when the world is at my door? 
I have all that I'll ever need.
I couldn't ask for more.

Then tell me why I'm empty.
Why do I feel so low? 
I wonder what is wrong with me
and if I'll ever know.

My brain say's 'stop debating..
you over-think too much! '
But, my heart just screams and begs for things
like time and things of such.

The little things I'm needing.
Just little, thoughtful things, 
not the fancy houses 
or the cars and diamond rings.

Maybe I'm just greedy.
I should be satisfied.
So I will do just like I should.
My feelings I will hide.

Perhaps I am too different.
I feel my heart can't show.
I fear I'll always be this way...
deep in sorrow when no one knows. 


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Has everything gone grey

I look around me and all I see are colors
 but wonder if they matter at all
for I see the color of all of these wonders
but still cant afford to call

so I have to ask has color mattered
since the day I was born
or is the grey just a color that seems to have splattered
the color of bleeding the norm

it sounds like everything and yet tastes of none
opposites blending under the sun
a Mexican standoff between all the colors
but only the grey would run

it sounds of the freeway and jackhammers at work
without any leeway or quarks
its unmitigated and yet agitated
but the grey will still leave its marks

its the beginning of every and the end of all
mixed all together in one
it can pick you up then leave you to fall
until finally the grey is undone


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Good Morning

As the morning sun illuminates my face, 
And the birds sing joyous songs of the new day, 
I turn over and slowly open my eyes, 
Staring at the empty spot where you used to lay. 

Renewed is the pain that sleep had pushed aside, 
Renewed is the longing of a broken heart, 
Renewed are the sad memories of the day, 
When you packed up and left me, for a brand new start. 

As the warm water cascades down my body, 
And washes away the dried up tears of a lonely night, 
I close my eyes and dream of cleansing my soul, 
Of selfish misery now basking in the limelight. 

My reflection serves as a portrait of despair, 
A painful reminder of the happiness that was once there. 
Each piece of clothing a sadder memory than the last, 
They are weighed down by more regret than I can bare. 

Before I open the door I straighten my back, 
Raise my chin and paint a smile on my face. 
In one hand I clutch my crying soul, 
And shove it in my heart's padlocked case. 
I turn the knob and look out in the distance, 
To a blissful, sublime, nonexistent place.


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NO TEMPTING, BLUE ROSES

Is there such a flower as a despised blue rose...
the one I desperately chose
to sign end under a sad story,
which had neither passion or glory?


With tears so rageful, she thought it was the final goodbye;
why I didn't choose a more charming rose with a different color,
perhaps not as red as her unfaithful heart? It wouldn't have been a lie! 
Ever since, I have shunned and hated blue roses despite their splendor.


They tell me that the reason for my unbearable loneliness
is the urge for touching a face slipped from my grip and will;
if I am to blame...why did I love her with intense sweetness,
and nothing was returned besides a promise so brittle?
 

Let me see only red and yellow roses...but no tempting, blue roses;
I couldn't relive moments rejected by a woman so deceitful and ravishing,
and she smiled as they did, but that trust was distant from the beginning...
marring the lovely appearance of that blue rose standing out from others.


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The Tome

There are books that come from many genre Some that create sorrow and painful scars Yet others where the author spells out love Where love is surely written in the stars There is a tome of emotions prepared Written by some great poets of the heart Each poem shows a certain eloquence A piece of feelings that’s sure to impart Some passages are of sadness and pain Others carries some lines of compassion All of these put inside a single book From the greatest of love to full passion This is an example of what exists A beautiful book that’s enjoyable Poets that write directly from the heart All of which is pure and sure loveable
Russell Sivey


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Another Kind of Man

To be intrusive to another's mind to taste what the hells going on
To be different from other men as they sing a different song
For this, this blind man seeks to be the seeker to see and scan
To go inside the mind of another, another kind of man

History has shown and reminded of the monsters that have been
This trait of human man, as each generations scene
What makes us be so different, to hurt whom we care and love
Is it some form of weakness we allure, against family loving doves

As I enter their minds even deeper, the appalling rise to view
Standing proud in their deathly mask, their hurting of others true
Rapists, serial killers and dictators, or even the family man
What possesses their power to indulge, that this blind man can't even scan

My thoughts go out to you all, who have suffered at the hands of man
Evolution is not the answer, to really be who they can
This blind man he said to me, if I look into you what will I find
My reply to him was simple, I'm just a different kind 









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.

I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.

At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.

All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.

I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.


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THE FLOWERS THAT MAKE A MOTHER SMILE

I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her,
and it is no secret that flowers make a mother smile,
when she takes them from two hands that care;
I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride...


Neither in early adolescence or late childhood: 
did I see a single trace of profound sadness;
and you gave me all those caresses and kisses 
when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed...   


Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your only boy,
and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more
than the four girls you who were as obedient as I;
and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love...


Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child,
I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me: 
the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly,
to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine...


Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me 
when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn;
don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord:
as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I demonstrate so deeply...


Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made a mother smile
on a blessed day, such as this, which no devoted son or daughter could forget;
now, I don't bring roses, but purple and yellow chrysanthemums to your burial site,
to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will weep and lament...   
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Mine Anger 2K12

Good morrow anger! Found am I not less
Angered more so; Pray thee hinder not more.
Kindred stolen of murder; Most senseless!
O murderer, locked are frigid doors; Naught honor.


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Move

Hope you find all you desire, 
In your world filled with denial
Before you grow you must plant a seed
And that requires trial

Effort means little when you simply speak
It's actions you must prove
Amazing how different things can happen
Once you actually move

I'm taking this situation to heart, 
And letting God mold my fear, 
Before it was to lose you,
and now to God my worries veer

Our struggles may appear alike,
But one thing you must consider
At the end of the day I have the Lord
And you continue to grow bitter

You can't hide your problems, can't ignore your thoughts
For each of us has our vice
Covering the issue up under the rug
Will only create the same mistake, twice


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SAD REGRETS LOCKED IN ENDURING SILENCE

How often and how loud
words wanted to burst out,
and let everyone know with my tender blink...
what I felt all along, but never had showed it!


Here's my chance to unafraidly talk,
let's chat while we take a long walk;
would a sincere heart hold back its love in deeper, quiter sound,
when everything it has done...was sweet, lovely and profound?


Adored friend, listen to these sad regrets
locked in enduring silence...once so doubtful and unwise; 
help me reveal them, and how glad these eyes
would be, if you could catch them in your caring hands.


Forgive me for not having been honest,
and hidden these precious words behind this timid chest;
you must have felt that need for utterance,
and anxiously waited for that moment with kindly patience.


And finally, I've found that courage to openly say them,
" Love shouldn't be held back, but be truly free to express itself;
I have repressed all the beautiful feelings for a foolish fear,
now, be certain that they will delight you in wonderful ways, dear!"  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Love Forlorn

The sea and mist
Have lightly kissed
The shore again
And all points when

I take my bow
To heed the stern
The sea again
By ocean yearn

And rain my face
In transient place
To sea again
An algae lace

I turn to see
The rain is gone
Forever now
My love forlorn

She tells me not
Like storm before
When we began
Or when it tore

Surprise to me
Upon its end
Do I refresh
Or never mend


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The late night phone call

So what's up?  She asked,
Turning Dave down.
It's me once again
Please Dear, don't frown

And don't laugh too much either
At the worst thing for sure
I got from your haystack
Seems there's still yet no cure.

About your Mom...
She won't answer my letter
But you wouldn't have anything to do with that
Could you help and make it better?

So how long's it been?  She asked,
Not really knowing.
Too many moons
Oh dear, perhaps I should be going

'though let's hang on a bit longer
Since we don't talk real much
Anything I can do for you?
Should we try to stay in touch?

Do you need some help for something
That you and yourself can't handle?
For the sake of los gemelos
Do you ever light a candle?

So where've you been?  She asked,
Too tired to fight the yawn.
Oh here and there and all over
Yes Dear, someday we'll yak 'til dawn

But, do you have enough to live on?
And your children are they well?
Is there a man to fix the broken things?
It's okay for you to tell.

Oh well, you're sleepy now
You need to go to bed
Sweet dreams to make you happy, Dear
After the line goes dead.


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the absence of presence

Four wheel room, ulter silence
My mind looking,for repentance 
These thoughts, filled with hidrance
Hence over shadowed by nonsense 

I have lost dreams in abundance
And wonder about my existence
And all I ask is a chance
To stop these dreams of penance

I dream, a dead bird at first glance
And i watch it, fall in a religious trance
And started with death a wierd type of romance
Or was it a game? A game of chance

These two fought with remarkable endurance
And the birds soul, started to fade a way in distance
And the body stayed there, as it decays in essence
And that's when it happened, the absence of presence


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Let Sorrow Sleep

Eyes too tired to cry
Voice to weak to scream
Fire to dim to die
Soul too dark to dream


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Fire And Ice


The whispers of indifference
dispel the glory of the hour
when tender moments meant so much
and roses blossomed on the bower.

we frolicked as the days grew long,
rejoicing in the innocence,
the youthful, gay exuberance,
when love was new and hearts were strong.

Then the shiver of the leaves,
the bitter cold, as one bereaves
the passing of omnipotence,
imprisoned now by circumstance.


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The Fortress

This fortress is coming down;
It's been a long time in the making.
This bastion can't hold its own;
All these walls are shaking.


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Confrontation With Evil - Part II - Fear

Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme

Part II

Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn,
The dark brings demon things thought strong.
No morbid mood can now contain
Feigned pride residing there in pain.

The dreadful dark of dreams means fear,
As shades and shadows now appear,
In early morning forming light,
Selecting scenes and stealing sight.

No pill can fill the empty will
Consuming and seducing still
All brevity and clarity
Of ones own personality.

To realize reality
Is nothing more than what you see
Inside the prism of your mind,
Confirms the evil there to find.

Each day may start and part in fear
(relief is just belief made clear)
When life's confounded all around
Your ears will hear and fear all sound

From days when all you thought was true
Depended on a vision view
That took the book of facts and claims
And mastered making names and games.

The fear that clears your dreary dreams,
Will float around your moat of schemes
And leave you neat but not alone
As fear is near its final home.

Now so confused, bemused and used
These needy dreams leave you abused.
What light or might or higher sight 
Do dark dreams seem to glean each night?

Now lost inside you cannot hide
Forsaking all your waking pride;
What curst incursion must be made
To take and make you not afraid.

Fear will hover over sorrow,
Reaching, leaching living marrow
Deep within the bin of bone,
This fear will reach but not atone.



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STILL WAITING

I'm trying to be patient.
It's taken many years.
I've gotten through the toughest part.
I'm all cried out of tears.

I'm waiting for the mother
that is coming back for me.
I'm sure she will come back real soon...
She'll be here.........you will see.

I've told her how I need her.
She knows how long it's been.
She walked away 24 years ago
when I was only ten.

Some say 'Give up, it's over! '
That just could never be.
I will wait for her return
as long as there's breath in me.

I've talked to her, she knows me
She'll be back and then we'll sing
Till then I'll just be patient
I'm here..........Still Waiting. 


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Read Earth

Harsh beauty spreading far and wide
Mother's creation by nature's own bride
Iron grain canvas under bright atmosphere
Where arid, baked land meets water cool and clear

Streaming cruel heat reigns over all
Beating down on a land held in subjugating thrall
Parched artistry spreads over miles of land
Rocks, hills and animals, and course shifting sands

Fevered earth burns on an unshod sole
Trees give sparse shade to those who stroll
Along a path, that's been walked by few,
Over millennia past; now awash with soul's residue

Land red with iron and actions abhorred
With laughter and bitterness, with hope deeply stored
A vast stunning world, a back drop so grand
A future and history that's held in the land


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Pride and Prejudice

Roots of brothers’ enmity


Days of thunder rise
When skin and classes
Did society divide
Into angry masses.

Disabilitating pride
Of prejudice impasses
Bursting into fire
Erasing crevasses.

A powerful dynamite
Abolishing classes
In fatal crossings like
Those of sea lasses*.

Fire raced worldwide
In tragic menaces
Destroying empires
For their trespasses.

World yet divided
Historical enmity clashes
Rooting in the first crime
Abel and Cain’s buried ashes.

By CarolineCécile
March 2007.

* Sea Lasses is a metaphor for cruise ships like the Titanic.


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THE DREARINESS OF THIS FRIGID SEASON

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset,
goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds,
whose melody accompained me to winter's doors;
and with deep sadness I kept on looking back.


Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings;
watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing
the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees,
and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. 


Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar,
forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire;  
and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season,
which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. 


O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; 
and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence,
in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley?
Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense!


Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, 
sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule;   
goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup,
which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. 


Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in,
reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales...
hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages;
relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Party Pills

My heart begins to fail, 
My feet race along the ground, 
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, 
I scream but don't make a sound, 

I feel my body tremble, 
As I frantically try to run, 
I can hear him coming closer, 
I hope he doesn't have a gun, 

There's a warmth on my shoulder now, 
I can feel his quickened breath, 
His rough hand connects with my arm, 
I can feel the shadows of death, 

All of the light has disappeared, 
More darkness has taken its place, 
My body's limp, worn out and weak, 
Death has finally won this race, 

But my soul lives on in heaven, 
To bring justice to those who kill, 
Vulnerable teenagers like me, 
By selling them party pills, 

I got given those party pills, 
To try with a special friend, 
Being a fool, I took a few, 
But death caught me in the end.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


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ReFlection's In The Mirror

By search to the highest alimony, from hero to zero.
If love is put to the test A question will yet be answered
by one man who simply stares truth dead in the eye, 
and one woman desperate to love him.

A secrecy is now silently broken by both
idenity's .... He loves her not, she accused
by being ab-sent- minded behind mirrors of 
one man; one woman.

"Where ReFlection's are seperated by 
different mind's."


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Dew Decorate Me

I have the want but not the means
To cry, and so I let the trees
Well up for me, then shiver down
A thousand jewels for a tear soaked crown.


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The color of America

You said to pick one color but I had to do three
they represent one thing that we Americans call free
but the sound it makes, sounds like death to me
the red, white, and blue can you see

I hear an air strike
bombs light up the night
so many screams
how can they say its right

they've gotten a nuke
it just makes me puke
so many screams
caused by our fluke

a deserted land
covered in sand
so many screams
caused by our hands

secretary of defense
went on the offense
so many screams
when are we going to pay penance

when I was three
was taught we were free
so many screams
right here in our country


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A Circle of the Globe

Little did I know that
A year ago today
We would end up right back here now
Like you never went away

The scabs have only just left
My skin still pink from scars
Not enough time to forget you
Not enough to stop wishing on stars

And yet you're standing here once more now
On my doorstep wanting in
And believe me I want to let you
But I don't want to hurt again

So I'm faced with the decision
To forget and go on with you
Or to bring the scars to your attention
Tell you what you've put me through

Or be silent and walk away
To wonder what could have been
If this was the one time you had pure intentions
Or if I'd be burned within

But with everything that's happened
I can't pretend to be okay
I can't ignore the lashes to my heart
Given when you walked away

I so wish I could forget it
Because as much as you've hurt me
I would never want to hurt you
I don't want to ignore your plea

The world spinning has changed so much
A circle of the globe
Time seems to move so quickly
But with you, time seems to slow.


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Goodbye For A Season

Goodbye to my bestie,
My lover, Husband,
To someone I never wanted,
But without, I can't stand.

Farewell to my happy,
The kind without reason,
To my truly better half.
Hello to lonely season.

I wish it not to last long,
But the blink of an eye,
Before we say hello again,
And give us one last try.


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A Mothers Love?

How can a mother not hurt
when her child cries out in pain?
How can she turn and look away
when there's so much to be gained?

If only her heart would open
and let God show the way,
to happiness and love everlasting.
For this, I'll always pray.

Is it possible to just feel nothing
towards the child you gave away?
Please say there is at least a hope
that you will love me again some day.

When I look at my child I feel love.
I could never turn my back.
But you never felt that way towards me.
Is it something that I lack?


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THE RAPTURE OF MANHATTAN

The entire island of Manhattan is being swiftly raptured
by a heavenly force, the Harbor is badly shaken...
it seems that Judgement Day has come as prophesied;
there Lady Liberty still holds her torch, before it's gone!


If this vision is true fiction, how awful the real event will be
with Lady Blind Justice and Lady Fairness with a set of scales;
they are standing on the terrestrial globe to warn the stubborn Human race,
which has contributed to this state of chaos...defiling morality and honesty! 


So terrified are the seagulls that called this haven their home, a real bliss;
the Big Apple's greatness has vanished from sight...like everything else;
Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the ocean, Manhattan's wealth 
is taken back by the Almighty to punish the evil ones, and reward the just!


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Phoenix Rising "


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The Letter

I write this letter to
The girl I loved before
All the pressure got to us
And I walked out the front door

You captured my attention
With those eyes so strange to me
Their color always seemed to change
But no one else would agree

The first hints of love
Came when I looked at you
All by your lonesome
But now it will be just us two

Our romance was blessed
By all that could be asked for
In a house just like heaven
Bright colors on each door

The love grew more and more
Till it burst out of our hearts
And destroyed all the bad
Left only our good parts

I think our downfall came
In the familiar form
Of an oncoming reality
Oh that ever brewing storm

Life caught up to you and me
As we tried so hard to run
And keep the love we had
From coming wholly undone

Life’s weight kept bearing down
Like a thousand heavy seas
Crashing on a cliffs rocks
It brought me to my knees

Now I’m a broke and bitter man
Not the one you'd loved before
I only hurt you more now
I can't do it anymore

That is why I left my love
I am nothing but a wieght
that pulls on your
strings of fate


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A SCORNED WOMAN

A scorned woman
Who had remained faithful
Is like a wounded lion
When being revengeful.


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Five Young Children

Five young children.
Lost and alone.
No one to care for them.
No one home.

Where are their parents?
Sitting in the bar.
Once the drinks have all been poured,
The fights will go too far.

Remember those poor children
waiting there at home.
They're too young to change their lives
or live them on their own.

Are there other children?
Lost and alone?
No one to care for them?
No one home?


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I Thought Love Came My Way

I didn’t know what hit me
When I thought love came my way
It came almost out of nowhere
But it would not stay

It made its camp for several years
The best years I thought I’d had
It made me happy now and then
It mostly made me sad

Sometimes it left me alone
Just desperate to hold on
Trying hard to save something
That was already gone

But it vanished quickly
It left me in the cold
And any smiles it brought me
Were replaced by tears tenfold

And so I’ve come to realize
That wasn’t love at all
It wasn’t even close to love
It was just so flawed

Because real love is perfect
Real love doesn’t leave
Real love makes you stronger
It doesn’t make you weak

Real love can’t be broken
It doesn’t fade away
It stands strong through any storm
And it cannot be swayed

I hope that love will find me
And that I’ll know it when it does
I hope that it comes quickly
And that its all that I’ve dreamed of


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The Sordid Affair

There's money___then there's love
Looking back at him __desiring 
Brief encounters above
Husband's comments deriding

So handsome fire__home ice
Guilt, shame, remorse____desire
One last glimpse maybe twice
Marriage but children__can't transpire

Inner turmoil__wishing
Should I walk away now
Turn turn around running
We'll say the wedding's vow


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Let them sleep

So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?

Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?

Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!

Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch

Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and  pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare

Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you  brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?

Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?

Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn't care

Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much

Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it's height

I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven't time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine

Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know


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Orville The Owl



This here's a hoot! Bout a hooty old coot With the wonderful name of Orville You can hear him at night Hooty-hooing his plight From his lonely old perch up the hill They once were in love Like two turtle doves Orville and his old flame Mildred Though Orville's old memory Was now a bit feathery She died and it left him bewildered He didn't know why She just up and died Thought she'd be his love for a lifetime But fate came along Sang a very sad song Now he hoots for hours every nighttime So now when sad hoots Resound in your ear Of a lonesome old owl named Orville You'll know the reason He hoots every season From his lonely old perch up the hill © Jack Ellison 2013


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Disguise

For days on end I’ve thought of you
while looking deep within
These feelings for you haven’t changed
but shame, it now begins

What started out so innocent
now covered up with lies
We've both been risking everything
our friendship a disguise

We said we’d never go this far
we broke all of the rules
So now we have to make a change
or else we all will lose

My heart is torn in many ways
I cannot walk away
Too many lives would be destroyed
for this I have to stay

I think we both know what to do
we’ll have to say good bye
My heart will always be with you
please go, I'll close my eyes


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"Easy Does It"

We walk up to the building
but don't know what to say.
It seems warm and familiar...
the sign just reads ''AA''.

Dad came here to get sober.
He's trying to get clean.
I know I'm only 7 
but I know what they mean.

He's been here for awhile now.
I've missed him very much.
He couldn't even call us.
''Not Allowed'' to keep in touch.

''Thirty days is nothing! ''
she says into her drink.
''He needs some time away from you! ''
''Some time so he can think.''

When he comes home it's her turn.
He says ''I know she can.''
I'm scared to meet this stranger...
my dad is... not this man.

Now he wants our room clean.
He wants to cook a meal.
I'm not sure what to think of this.
I'm not sure what to feel.

In thirty days she then comes home
to a brand new clean up crew.
We're nervous how she'll treat us...
we don't know what she'll do.

Given a months sobriety
they're at eachothers throats.
There's no more happy dinners.
No more inspiring notes.

They fall off that old wagon
like they've both done before.
Get ready for survival
cause we are bound for war.

The cycle never ended.
They never kept it clean.
They mimicked ''Easy Does It''.
Yet ''easy'' was never seen.


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Heroes Who Never Die

There has been oh so many
And many are still around
They surround us old and young
For in our hearts they can be found

They can be members of our families
Who inspired us in many ways
It could be a writer on the Soup
Who displayed their way your ways

They could even be in the field of sports
Or even on a movie screen
But the ones who are heroes much more
Are in the places we will never have been

They are the ones who fight for our future
For when they are lost, we cry
They are the ones who lay down their lives
For they are " Heroes Who Never Die " 



Inspired by Bryan Josh of Mostly Autumn who wrote 
   " Heroes Never Die " in memory of his father




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php


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Armageddon

Each day a growing restlessness
deep down inside my soul
I fear that soon so much will change
and things we can't control

An ever growing sense of dread
He speaks but no one hears
What soon will overtake us all
foretold for many years

A time for all to recompense
the cup is almost full
The horrors of a thousand days
a beast whose reign is cruel


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A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


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Don't Forget the Roses

The doctor found me and tapped me on the shoulder.
She said I’d better hurry, that you were fading fast.
I had gone for coffee. You had drifted off to sleep.
I guess I really didn’t believe, our forever wouldn’t last.

I took a breath outside your door, and then pushed it open.
It was stupid. A breath couldn’t stop my hands from shaking.
Your dad had said your mom had needed to see him strong.
How strong can a rock be, a tear away from breaking?

You’re lying there, frail as a doll made out of china.
I saw your eyelids flutter as I walked over to the bed.
You asked who’s there. I said, it’s just me sweet baby.
Then took your hand, wishing I were dying instead.

I lied, when you asked if it has suddenly got colder.
When you said, everything around you was growing dim.
I shook my head, and said it’s just getting a little cloudy.
You know how cold and wet this spring weather has been.

You said rain is good for your garden, then mouthed come closer.
I could barely feel your breath, as it brushed against my ear.
You whispered, Honey don’t forget to weed my roses.
Remember, their all supposed to be in bloom this year.

I go to say, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your babies.
But the words get drowned inside my broken mind.
You’re gone, and God how I wish I was going with you.
Half a heart, half a love, should never have to stay behind.

I never really knew how much I truly loved you.
Now I know how cold it can get, when the fire’s finally gone.
How hard it is to take a breath, when the air is rare and thin.
I thought I knew how much I truly loved you. I was wrong. 


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The Traveller

The sun beats down on a leather face, 
The burnt remnants of a trying past. 
Saddened eyes gazing towards nothing, 
The empty stare of a life harassed. 

A single pair of footsteps trailing, 
Disappearing into the distance. 
Weighted footprints from a heavy heart, 
The proof of lonely perseverance. 

Barely standing on two blood stained feet, 
Supporting old knees so rickety. 
A silhouette wavering in wind, 
The epitome of frailty. 

Essence escapes from every pore, 
A heavy musk, reeking of defeat. 
The remains of a figure once proud, 
Desire's fire finally obsolete. 

Well versed in the language of failure, 
Silent screams, shattered dreams so hollow. 
The crying sun eternally sets, 
Dark shadows stretch until tomorrow. 

A weary soul in search of haven, 
Quickly rejected by Heaven's Gate. 
Overcome with exhaustion, yet still, 
Reluctant to surrender to fate.


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LURED BY THE SERPENT'S ASTUTENESS

Second creation of delicate flesh,
lured by the Serpent's astuteness,
why did you promptly reach for that apple
and invited me to taste it and eat it all?


Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree?
Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty:
you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise;
now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers.


Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention,
to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession:
bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time,
but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie.


Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, 
we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest;
and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected,  
and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread.


Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.


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Child or Adult?

Angered by the system 
Imprisoned by fate
Filled with emotion
Outlined with hate

Every minute with him 
Is a moment filled with pain
A father causing hurt
A child labeled insane

Picking at every wound
Determined to make him bleed
Father giving orders
Son longing to be free

Father swings in anger
Son hits back in rage
Father walks away free
Now son is in a cage

He wants to do the right thing
And live by all the rules
The law forces him to stay
How could they be so cruel?

He is no longer a child
He’ll be tried as an adult
Not allowed to make a choice
Though he’s allowed to vote

His father will not let him leave
Or do the things he wants
Tied by the laws of man
Tortured by fathers taunts

His mother wants to help him
She hasn’t the means
Witnessing as an outsider
In this horrible scene

Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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heart

In silence, my heart shattered
Into a billion shards it turned
And I couldn't gather all the pieces
As the rest of me hopelessly burned


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Say It Ain't So



The start of September We've rounded the bend The sad end to summer Is upon us again How great it would be To have it all year round Would we still appreciate The joys and the sounds Don't even like it when Mr. Sun plays possum Need him each day Makes each day awesome Have always been told Take the good with the bad Prefer lots of good stuff Bad makes me sad The world does it's thing Four times a year So it ain't gonna change In spite of my tears! © Jack Ellison 2013


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How much are you

How much? A phrase so common
The worth a commodity should wear on.
But what else can give it that price tag
Than the present value it now has.

So unfortunate most girls don’t know how much they are
Displaying what ought to be covered
And giving it all on a platter
So men have no need to dig further.

Howling and moaning under leaves and branches
The lucky ones get the honor of a back seat.
Even most animals can’t get so low
How cheap they are, this goes to show.

Wished only you knew
How “your honeys” now see you.
You can no longer walk by tall as you used to
Now they have known all that it is about you.

Painted withered flowers blooming around
So breath-taking yet so sour
Fading the more they are used.
How much now are you?


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Today's Youth

I look out the window, 
Yet nothing is there, 
The darkness surrounds me, 
As i'm frozen in fear, 

Then all of a sudden, 
The night is ablaze, 
Fire and screaming, 
I'm stunned in a daze, 

Communities broken, 
Families torn apart, 
Who could have done this, 
And how did it start, 

They had no real reason, 
To set it alight, 
To cause so much chaos, 
In my town that night, 

My small little school, 
Was burnt to the ground, 
But the very next day, 
There was more to be found, 

Bodies lay broken, 
Ripped apart by a sword, 
This is now what happens, 
When our youth got bored. 

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006


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MOVING ON


The miles can never separate,
The hearts of friends held dear,
Nor can they sever bonds of love,
That bind them ever near;

And as the sands of time pass by,
And memories seem to fade,
The visions of a dear one's face,
The years will ne'er erase;

And though it seems so long ago,
That we could laugh and talk,
A time will come when Golden Streets,
Together we will walk.

                                   Judy Ball





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All I Want

I try to stay distracted
To cast the thoughts aside
To push away the memories
But my heart just won’t comply
 
All I want is you to want me
To be the one that you adore
All I want is you to hold me
To be wrapped up in your arms
 
I want you so much I’ve been wishing
On every eyelash, every star
And every time I close my eyes
I end up right there where you are
 
All I want is you beside me
With our fingers intertwined
All I want is you to tell me
That your feelings match with mine

But I know its just a vision
Not reality by far
It was just a flicker quick to dim
Just a one-time shooting star

All I want is it to be real
To never wake up from this dream
All I want is you to love me
But you never will, it seems.


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Am I a Woman or a Man

Who shall I be today
For I can be anybody I can
I have the freedom reign to roam
Am I a woman or a man

I operate under you noses
Leaving clues to who I am
Maybe it's in my character
Am I a woman or a man

Light or berry be I
Maybe sad because I need to be scanned
To many I am under your skin
Am I a woman or a man

So many of me are around
In deranged open game plan
But will you ever realise
Am I a woman or a man








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-14.php


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Farewell, Dear Nightbird ( Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire )

You were but three inches tall that day
When I heard you cry and ran outside
To stand between you, my beloved owl
And a swooping hawk, wings three-feet wide
 
          Little me, new born owl of the night
          Staying in my wooded habitat
          Being brave enough to venture out
          Golly, Ollie, thinking what was that
 
Each night you have serenaded me
But today I bring sad news, sweet friend
I must move away and leave you here
Our life together's about to end
 
          To part, but in different places
          The lovely times we shared together
          This so sad Barn Owl and his neighbour
          We two birds will always be tethered

And when the moon overcomes the sun
I'll listen for your cries o'er the waves
Your gentle croon brought peace and comfort
It's a memory my heart will save



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php


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Lament of a Burdened Heart

The haunting coo of a mourning dove
Shrouded in a rainy haze
A burdened heart seems void of love
Recalling carefree days

The cup that is held is empty now
With no one to refill
The promise once kept, now disavowed
And blamed upon God’s will.

Looking out with hollow eyes
Behind them, an anguished mind
Calling out with silent cries
With no relief to find

The burdened heart has left its song
To the laments of the mourning dove
In hopes that angels come along
And carry it to the Lord above



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Dreams And A Splintered Heart

Memories play in my mind
faded black and blue
remembering mistakes
that I cannot undo
picking up the splinters
of this damaged heart
tired of trying to mend
what always falls apart
sinking broken dreams
of my yesterday
I can't hold on to things
that want to fly away
I'm trying to let go
of what's come to an end
hoping that maybe someday
these wounds will truly mend

By Morgan Mise
Written December 6, 2012)


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Kiss

Swimming deep in the ease inside my bed-
I sift through dreams that drift inside my head-
And kiss the storm that's deep inside my core-
where dancing in the rain is not a metaphor.

Slept through love, and slept through it's collage-
turns out what was real, was a mirage-
And kiss the pain that's deep inside my core-
because where there was a Miss, there is no more.


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Postscript

...inspired by 'Old Song' by Hart Crane


Your smile took issue with the sun,
a flash of purest fire;
it blinded me to look upon
you, glowing with desire!

Now you are lost to me I know,
and as I sleep I pray
that distant orb's full fiery glow
will keep you safe alway. 

Your face will flicker to a haze,
a fading memory;
and I shall spend my waning days
in shades of misery.


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SMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END

                                   sMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END

As we grew older, Smokey and I,
Our lives would change a bit.
As a teen there was school and friends,
In the kitchen he'd quietly sit.

All alone he'd wait for me,
To finally end my day,
And come and spend some time with him,
And maybe gently play,

A little game of dangle the string,
Or scratch behind his ears,
I didn't know, how could I know,
He neared the end of his years.

At night I did my homework,
At kitchen table with him.
He lay across my books and watched,
And rubbed my head with his chin.

Then when I was just eighteen,
I came home from a swimming date.
He staggered 'cross the yard to me,
I almost was too late.

He laid him down right at my feet,
I took him in my arms,
He closed his eyes and then was gone,
And with him all his charms,

That he displayed throughout his years,
My buddy, playmate, friend.
He remained so all his life,
Faithful to the end.

                                                       Judy Ball

(There will just never be another Smokey)


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Sorrow's Guilty Blade

  Tomorrow now can never be as fair
as yesterday was ever wont to be
the future of your soul cannot compare
to love so lost asyour love is to me.

  cold hands still reaching out in stiff repose
must needs be haunting every where I turn
and even in your sleep my conscience knows
what you now have no earthly way to learn

A traitor never breathes a peaceful breath
but writhes and moans in terrors of the shade,
and though you languish softly in your death
I feel the sting of sorrow's guilty blade.


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Left For Dead

They thought she was a loser
and they laughed at all her pain.
They chose to just ignore her
when she started to complain.

They took her so deep under
that she wondered if she'd live.
Then she heard a voice inside her
say she had so much to give.

They did just what they wanted.
They could hurt her everyday.
They could say she'll never make it
but she knew she'd break away.

They left her how they liked her
as she curled up in a ball.
Of course she couldn't stand up, 
she was so very small.

The one thing that they gave her
was her faith she had in prayer.
That's all she ever needed
to begin her life out there.

They didn't know the favor
they had done for her instead.
They made her a survivor
when they left her there for dead.


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Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

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The Reaper

Beware the reaper,he's come to collect
he's been paid in full yet he still seeks this debt
I'll pay him in gold and end all this strife
but the reaper only takes the breath of life


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ANOTHER DIVINE CREATION

My beautiful body is another divine creation,
every part, so perfect, is guided by this wisest, most sinless heart,
which will not make it err when temptation
tries to weaken it by making it remember the bitterness of regrets. 


Nudity imparts its own beauty when it is considered a temple governed by purity;
nonetheless, it came from God's thoughts and artful hands;
so why should we be ashamed of it, if it is shown accordingly?
Many have exploited it for monetary gains and this is the plague of our society!   


My image is gladly seen in the clearest mirror,
inducing awareness, amazement and gratefulness,
never thinking of defiling it with unworthy offers;
even Satan is plotting against me and waving war!


Immoral persons won't hesitates to show their lewd interest,
thus taking advantage of someone needing the desperate break;  
these people corrupt any soul to rob it of dignity by their kind amenity... 
where's your sense of keenness, when it comes to view your sexuality? 
  

My beautiful body is another divine creation,
wonderfully and perfectly made to use it adequately;
glances of admiration by others may be full of inequity,
and adulating words will not flatter me, knowing their deception. 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci



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Dew Decorate Me II

I have the want, I have the means
To cry. The trees won't weep for me.
I risked the reign to wear the crown,
A thousand tears, and my kingdom drowns.


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Each Other's Light

Smiles and happy memories
Laughing til we cry
Silly things you'd say to me
Learning how to fly

A perfect summer spent with you
Us riding in your car
Being side by side those days
Becoming who we are

Walking in dark places
We became each other's light
The constant in a spinning world
Made everything all right

A bond that seemed unlikely
To everyone we knew
We are so very different
That it surprised us too

You taught me to be stronger
By building on my strengths
You pointed out the best in me
While pushing to my lengths

And in that way you changed me
Alterations so complete
That I can barely recognize
Who I used to be

I couldn't help but notice
How you became so free
Your smile was so infectious
To everyone you'd see

Such a precious chapter
In the story of my life
I'll hold on to it with all I am
I'll carry you inside

While struggling to let go of it
Dealing with the change
Knowing there's a reason
But wanting things to be the same

And while i'm sad its over
I'm thankful that it was
I was blessed to meet you
In that i'll always trust


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Wicker Park

In desperation of solitude,
Sanity struggles to stay afloat.
Dark clouds descend on paradise lost,
Escape disappears, madness provoked.

Shadows dancing under the pale moon,
Mischievous silhouettes on the walls.
In the company of misery,
An unsympathetic world revolves.

Tragedy collects inside her quill,
Trembling in her delicate hand.
Tears streaming onto crumpled pages,
Unseen words bleed onto her nightstand.

Child of darkness, product of sorrow,
A fallen star abandoned by Hope.
Haunted by the desecrated ghosts,
Past secrets sealed in an envelope.

Despair magnified by cold silence,
Stories untold, forgotten memoirs.
Drawn towards the pale light of the moon,
Alone she rides, shepard of the stars.


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Poulter's measure-LYRICALLY CONCORDANT

Putting thoughts on paper, connoting their portent;
contesting guilt by being lyrically concordant
with symphonic tones of poetical elegance,
expressing a mere necessity rather than extravagance.


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SCREAMS FROM WITHIN

Having always used words,
to express the emotions inside.
Now unable to find words to define,
allowing the feelings to hide.

Not knowing where to start,
lost as to how to begin.
To remain bound and gagged,
no where to turn, no way to win.

Left with feelings of hopelessness,
lost within sorrow and despair.
Does no one see me drowning,
doesn't anyone care.

Alone, left drifting through life,
unable to speak, unwilling to feel.
Longing to open up and scream out,
"Help me to remember what is real!"


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SITTING BY THE OCEAN

The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.


Being brought here by destiny's hasteness,
I am unable to return to my adored land...
hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes;
even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. 


Springs have been short and winters last much longer, 
and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness;
the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher;
this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels.


Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons,
and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat...
the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night;
where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!


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Lullaby for the Grieving

Lay your head down precious one
And dry your eyes right now
For dreams of happy endings
Will be coming anyhow

The rains will stop, that much we know
Though we may not know how
So walk ahead to dryer ground
Where my love will abound

Know that when you're all alone
I've never been more near
And when you think I'm gone from you
I'm holding you, my dear

The nights will pass before you know
The sun will rise once more
I'll be with you in the sunshine
And with you in the storm

In the sunshine, in the rain
Just look up to the sky
And wish you may and wish you might
And to you, I will fly

I'll never leave you, never go
Where you can't find me there
Just look inside your heart to find
The love we share


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THE FEAR OF DYING

Youth seemed an eternal joy
for a gorgeous and happy boy...
no worries over necessities,
with desires without sequence.


The fear of dying was far from pondering,
only beautiful days ahead for the youngest heart....
longing for a tenderness other teenagers never sought,
and sometimes sleeping away the afternoons was invigorating. 


Like glass sheding water, his soul was pure and epic
and he never shook his fist to seek revenge;
he never shillied to shin a tall tree with panic...
always used pragmatism whenever on perilous edge.


He lives miserably, living on a day-to-day existence,
but the fear of dying is to exemplify weakness,
not to exert himself and to better before he hits dead-end;
yesterday God was his sunrise, now that light is glimmering instead.


He justifies his misfortunes with an inadequate story,
while his friends enjoy a happy life, he frolics like a sky-lark 
feeding on what people discard in a garbage pail daily...
and weeps occasionaly, instead of coming out of the  dark.


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One Voice

One minute we're fine,
The next, we're done.
One minute you're mine,
The next, you're gone.

First it was just us two,
Just you and me;
Then there was someone new,
And two becomes three.

Mistakes are made,
And time won't go back.
We're forced to face
The reality of our act.

One became two,
Then two became three.
Three became two,
And two became me.

I'm all that's left,
Because I make a choice.
The love I had left,
Because I silenced a voice.


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The long and winding road

The long and winding road is the journey today
Time flies by regardless of what I do or say
The rain commenced falling down from the sky
Teardrops from heaven as the angels all cry.

No big adventure so I feel a bit lost
I would pay any price regardless of cost
I just go out, I have many chores to do
Grocery shopping is perhaps the hardest to get through.

 Never quite get all the things that I need
Though I conceal my hurt, I still bleed
My heart feels heavy I don’t know if I can go on
Things suddenly appear, then disappear and are gone.

Some of them I wish would stick around for a while
They make my heart happy as I dawn a smile
 Like everything I care for I know soon it will be gone
It’s like history repeating, that same old sad song…

It sounds sort of sad but I have learned to adapt
I lose the four walls where once I was trapped
The road may be long but I am back on track
Just one step forward yet ahead of the pack.


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THE DARK SEA KISSED BY THE RADIANT MOONBEAMS

It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!



Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 



Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!



Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!



On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   



Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Spineless & broken hearted

He speaks with so much trust and love it hurts,
Leaving her so mindless and shattered everything is now nothing.
She feels the world revolved only around him,
Keeping her so intact that she bows down as if it was nothing.

We all now see her as a follower who's mind has been warped,
To the views of love that is not shown.
One movement of disagreement and he knocks her into shock and sadness,
Left with the thoughts of pain and regrets from her heartbreaking moans.

Only i feel sorry, and only i hate to see her look unhappy,
Others can't stand, nor ever will they care anymore of her pain.
& only i give in to let her know i am there to listen,
To try and keep her spirits high & remain sane.

He brings her gifts to try and apologize for his mistakes,
& after all that has been said, seemed  to go out the other ear,
She runs to him with tears and relief,
Now i have great fears for her and no doubt that she will come back with more 
Bruises and tears.


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The Best of Me

I can’t believe I’m leaving,
I can’t believe the news.
When you least expect it,
Cancer gets the best of you.

There’s so much to live for,
And so much I didn’t see.
I was wishing for a cure;
My dreams I will never be.

This isn’t the first loss,
Cancer came to take.
I’ve wished for many nights,
That this was a mistake.

I wished upon a star,
That I could live happy.
In the middle of my dreams,
Cancer got the best of me.




For the millions of lives cancer takes away from us yearly!


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THEIR ANGRY AND UNFORGIVABLE WORDS

I raised my deep voice like the maddest villain,
to make you aware of every wrong decision
leading you down a wretched path...
offering not more than heart-break!



I couldn't wait until mistakes made you bitter and sad,
and with no regret to feel, and no valued self-esteem:
you would have grown into a selfish and truant brat;
should I apologize, and offer remorse for my mischief?  



The obedient child doesn't need constant reminders,
no temptations and pressures can make him or her ever disobey,
see how many mistreat their parents and are unwillingly put away?  
Only discipline and respect can keep them at home and share their joy!   



Out-there in dark and filthy alleys, they smoke pot and crack;
and the unpleasant odor turns into a stench that stays their clothes and breath!
They consume alcohol and ridicule the behavior of their folks with their cruel jokes;
if they led a clean life, their parents wouldn't mourn them in morbid morgues! 



And jail is their next destination, for those not yet rummaged by  death,
there they will have ample time to reflect on their angry and unforgivable words
shouted without pity, without regard...to hurt and shamelessly demoralize;
and their isolation may change them and make them desire what they can't get back! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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AN EVENING PRAYER OF REPENTANCE

Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... 
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.



I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died;  and to the authorities he went to report his dad.    



What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; 
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.



I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" 
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"



How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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What If

What if, When you arise one day There’s no sun to be seen Everything looking grey And nothing looks green What if, You try to use the phone But you can’t make a call When you turn texting “on” It doesn’t work at all What if, When you throw the switch None of the lights turn on Dark, like you’re in a ditch You really feel alone What if, There isn’t any noise No cars are in the street Parks have no girls or boys Then suddenly there’s heat What if, There was nuclear war The death cloud on its way Nothing that you asked for All you can do is prey


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Only Thirteen

The day it starts, leaving at 6 am
Walking to my car, everyday it begins
This windy morning, the rustling sound
I look and see a flyer appear on the ground

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My heart in my mouth
She’s my daughter’s age
Gave feelings of sadness
A sense of rage
The thought of a baby
A lamb with the wolves
Sent shivers of fear,
Thoughts knowing, no good

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My prayers for her family
And all of her friends
Good thoughts and kind wishes
Are all I can send
I’ll spend my day hoping
While doing daily tasks
That she will return safely
That is all that I ask

If there’s a Lord up in heaven
I believe, yes, there is
Then help this poor family
And grant me my wish
I pray that she’s fine now
Maybe just lost on the way
And hope she’s not taken
In a mere awful way

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

It’s been three whole months now
No sign of this girl
The parents’ only child
They lost their whole world
That poor missing girl
On the flyer on the ground
Just where did you go?
Why can’t you be found?


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Sing The Sorrow

Sing the Sorrow

Roots deeply set
firmly embracing this place
home where I belong
knowing no other

Light falls dappled 
bronze and gold, now often gray
leaves instinctively upturned receive 
the gift imbued without question

Forest opus, palette strokes of genius
changing wild, fragrant, free
from seed to mighty oak
count of endless seasons lost

Antiquity remaining as today
past present future as one
blink in the moment
few brothers remain

This place once fragrant
those who look upward
small from the forests feet
bring us to our knees

For what purpose? Vanity?
control, master of none
every blink the dream fades
with laden breath

Soft rain breathe to me
my friend, harm me now?
questions without answers
rest comes to all in time.

Stephen (Stoic)


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Daddy Told Me

Daddy told me not to drink
I should have listened to him
it happened so fast I couldn't blink
everything went so dim
when I awoke during the night
I felt so cold and lonely on the ground
I saw some bright headlights
they say i was found 
by some old guy
they say it was a woeful plight
and that I would die
I guess daddy was right
daddy told me not to drink
if I listened I wouldn't have to fight
so listen or you will be on the life and death link


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UNFAIRNESS AND REPUDIATION

My rebellion is based
on ufairness and repudiation,
I'm not blame and won't say a word...
you've fed your fantasy on illusion.


You have put a price on love,
and it's not my fault for the wrong assumption;
this heart of gold gave you enough, if not more...
you still accuse me of cheating with foul intention.


Make me swear, and still truth will shine,
make me go and you'll lose everything you possess;
I will show no shame in defending my innocence...
but giving you another chance wouldn't be my desire.


Beat your angry hands against my chest,
it will not hurt; and although I will withstand any madness,
don't fling any accusations to get quick explanations...
you have no proof I've done such things in the past.


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A Fathers Loving Arms

Miss him, yes you always will

But pain, he will no longer know.

You'll see his face again, in every passing cloud

But now the time has come for him to go.


In your heart he will forever live.

Try not to shed endless tears.

In your dreams and your thoughts

His voice you'll always hear.


May you find comfort in these words 

For this you should always know.

When its your time to leave us, 

You're fathers loving arms will welcome you home.


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A BON VIVANT LIFESTYLE

A bon vivant lyfestyle 
of the Bohemians de Paris,
has always saddened and deluded me...
by seeing it in someone's happy smile.


Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes, 
exchanging artistic and poetical ideas
at the Cafe' de Flore, or at the Les Deux Magots...
with coffee aroma on their breaths.


Living in legendary and vibrant Hollywood 
is an honor to be seen with the admired and respected wealthy;
and whoever struggles, can't keep up with any of them...
whose only desire is the glitter of money.   


And steadily dreaming of a bon vivant lifestyle with an aloft
imagination, I let this want often disrupt my peaceful sleep...
not being able to accumulate, quickly enough,
fortunes and stand on that pedestal of greed.


So snap out of fantasy and don't peruse into La Dolce Vita
of Hollywood! Stay away from those extravagant fashion shows!
And at the Cannes, Capri or Venice Film Festival, avoid contact with movie stars,
stare at them from far...they are as contagious as influenza.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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PEOPLE'S EYES

People's eyes are not what they proclaim,  
if only they reflected their truest selves by being fair....
they certainly would offer charming smiles when they wink,
and nobody would keep from them or resist them...


On the boulevards of the big cities,
they briskly glance to admit surprise...
perhaps not too friendly as the country ones,
but still fascination sparkles in them to stupefy us...


People's eyes tell of love's tragedies and tales of past glories,
Juliet's eyes madly in love with Romeo who saw beauty and poetry in them...
Shakespeare who wrote of the madness in Hamlet's eyes,
the Danish Prince, who swore revenge when his father's ghost appeared to him...


On the suburbs' streets different faces are seen,
not as sophisticated and cold as the metropolitan, scurrying ones...
warmer and less irritable, not chasing after missed busses and trains,
a big difference in the fast-paced rat's scene...


People's eyes staring from sullen and joyful faces, immortalized by the images
of the serene and angelic ones chosen by the painters of the Middle Ages;
saints and innocent souls calling upon God's forgiveness and clemency,
and the Renaissaince gave us endless works of art so admired in all of Italy...


Observe me and look into these bright and confident eyes,
what is the feeling you get from their friendliness...
sincerity, unpretentiousness and a loyalty too unquestionable?
Are there any other charms that make them so noticeable?   


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Songbird

Songbird

Fragile songbird cradled in my hands
Lifted from the roadside barely alive
The car that caught you unaware
Close to the woods in which you thrived

Wrapped in feathers, pale indigo and green
Splashed in warm red between my fingers
Sad eyes meeting mine with pleading cry
Her memory of spring cherry blossom lingers

Fading beat in rising feathered breast
A teardrop on my cheek falls away
With the gentlest sigh you depart
Leaving the world just a little more gray

Stephen (Stoic)


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Panting

The world yearns for it.
The world longs for it.
The world pants for it,
And no, it will not quit....

searching for what 
is desired above all.
Will anyone ....anyone
heed it's beck and call?

The world is under 
such a constant strain.
And yes... it is a
never-ending refrain.

A continual threat
of terror and of war,
that we really
cannot ignore.

Agony and angst are
always knocking at the door.
And yes, more globally
now than ever before.

Fear, tension, and even despair
always seem to be in the air.
Must be cautious where we tread, 
that is ........ if we even dare.

God of this contaminated 
planet, this doesn't seem fair.
Is it because, as some say,
that you don't really care?

Oh no, that simply cannot be,
because history shows you on that tree.
That very special tree on Calvary,
dying there for our sins to forever bury.

So how foolish it would be
to think that you do not care.
When you left the comfort of heaven,
to come here....... your love to share.

So what is this thing
that the world really needs?
It's something that you want us
all to have.... so very much indeed.

It's a gift you offered us freely
as you retreated to your throne.
It's something you knew we needed, 
so we would not be alone.

This very special gift is the Holy Spirit,
and, oh yes, in Him we find great release.
In Him we find what the world cannot offer,
Only in Him we find that deep, abiding, peace.


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FALLING LEAVES

It's that time of year when all the leaves fall
And the colors are brilliant and bold
I remember when I was younger, you see
Boy, the stories that I haven't told
Maybe right now, is the time to reveal
A story that no one else knows
A story about my childhood days
That was not pretty with how the wind blows
I was about ten, I believe, was the time
I got up to see the leaves fall
But, someone interrupted me, for sure
He told me to come stand by the wall
I did as he told me, so scared, as I was
My hands in the clinch of a fist
I saw things I didn't want to see
My eyes were in such a mist
He looked and touched and that wasn't all
He made me do "things" to him
The violation that took place
Was so dirty and nasty and dim
So, when I think about the leaves falling
It takes me back to a childhood time
That doesn't make any sense to me
For there was no reason or rhyme


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TOO INCONSIDERATE, TOO SELFISH

I trashed many deserving and precious loves in bloom
down my favorite path, where lovely lilacs grew;
I took everything they offered me with an eager hand,
but heartlessly buried thier worth underneath the cold sand... 



How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish...
by showing no regard for their genuine feelings?
They loved me as if I was the only man alive having only one constant wish:
to spoil me with kisses and keeping me warm in their passionate embraces! 



I constantly bite my hyprocritical lips, thinking of what I have done,
and guilt pounds steadly inside to rebuke my unkind deeds;
they wanted friendship more than gifts and fun...
they are strangers now, ignoring my greetings!



Intentional or not, I pursued pleasure instead of amability,
taking advantage of their vulrerability, leaving their sincere hearts empty;
doesn't an impish child get what he wants with his annoying cries?
That was me, so insensible and unfair, stealing trust and affection to satisfy my urges...   



How did awareness reduce me to this state of misery?
They caught up with my clever lies and shut the door into my face,
reminding me that all good friends are hurt by dishonesty;
and now how can I win back their trust and not be affected by old malice?  



How did I become too inconsiderate, too selfish so driven by duality? 
I put me first, leaving their intense desires behind;
they deserved to be understood and be truly loved,
without an indication of doubt from someone too impervious to their plea... 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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What on Earth

Do you ever wonder 
why you are alive?
For what
do you really strive?

A beautiful new house 
with the manicured lawn?
State of the art fishing
equipment used even before dawn?

A Lexus,SUV, or Hummer
showing off in the driveway?
Or a supercharged Harley
that "flies" down the highway?

Or is it the big job promotion that 
puts you on the top of the mountain 
and has everyone praising you as
they gather around the drinking fountain?

Or maybe it is that "babe"
you need on your arm...
who thinks the world of you
because of your charm?

Quite possibly it is that emerald necklace
 or that perfect, colorless, diamond ring?
But you know that you can't settle for anything,
it's got to be the most equisite bling - bling.

But the Creator says that all this "stuff"
will one day be destroyed by fire.
And we know this as the absolute truth,
because one thing God cannot be is a liar.

So since we know 
this to be true,
what is it then 
that we must do?

We need to connect with Him,
stick to Him like glue.
Without Him our sky appears gray,
but with Him, we see so much blue.

We must praise Him and worship Him
for who He is and what He has done for us.
That is really what he created us for,
yes, in Him alone we must place our trust.

Then we need to find what is important to the King...
His passion for people and His amazing love for them.
And His intense desire for 
everyone to draw so very close to Him.

So we must think about more than ourselves.
In fact, a magnet is more what we must be.
Drawing some toward Jesus the Messiah,
In that, He would be extremely pleased.

Remember that everything we 
experience in this life is just temporal.
Except His word and our relationship with 
Him (or without Him),which is eternal.

So praise Him and worship Him,
He who sacrificed His very life for you.
And help to "magnetize" others,
that is the least we can do.


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miss you like the rain

I miss you like the rain
when sky is closed
to Texas summer’s 
dying rose

when flowers bloom
mistakenly
to find no mist 
upon there leaves

the earth that strains
and pulls apart
the dry and dusty 
cracking heart

of rivers winding 
memory
that brought the thirsty 
to there knee

the panting wolf
in desert heat
who sees a ghost 
he tries to meet

But moving forward 
disappears
the moving water
only tears

the corn and wheat
the cropper’s share
birds they feed 
in summer air

and dust that travels 
aimlessly
without the glue 
the earth to flee

in clouds that tear
the eyes and strain
I miss you like 
I miss the rain


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Seafaring Irony

Its course is set by tended wheel
A man of salt stands at the helm
Not led by maps, but stars reveal
The far off island, called King’s Realm

The spray of mist falls fast upon
The rough exterior of this man
With squinted eyes, to see the dawn
The island shows up just as planned

A smile he forms with stogy stuck
This one man crew now sees his gold
He’ll gain fortune, which is his luck
He knew his destiny, it was foretold

But, had he forgotten stories, well
The rocks enslaving the islands wealth
For not many men had lived to tell
Of the pierced ships and stolen health

Alas, an inlet that’s sure to guide
He’ll then cast anchor to make shore
For truth, the riches cannot hide
He’ll take them all, then take more

But, at very last, a wave broke course
A bed of rocks became his berth
When more had come with sounding force
That assured him then of island’s curse

Now, splinters of his ship do drift
As he so watches from the shore
The destruction came ever swift
For lot of gold, he wants no more

A ship is what he wants for sure


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The Condemned

I am a mass murderer, or so I've been told.

I have been convicted, I sit here alone

This 10x10 cell has too long been my home.

My appeals are exhausted, there's nowhere to go


The clock on the wall, ticks closer to twelve

In just mere minutes, I'll be sent hell.

Guilty as charged, I do feel compelled

To unburden my soul before I am felled


My victims were taken, with nary a care

Simply because, they happened to be there.

I took what I wanted, from anyone, anywhere

They didn't deserve it, it wasn't fair.


The warden has now arrived at my door

To take me on my last walk, down that long corridor.

I've never taken life, so seriously before

Now that I'm standing outside the chamber door.


The poison injected, will course through my veins

My systems will shut down, I prey there's no pain

To my parents, I'm sorry my life was lived in vain

To my victims families, I apolgise again.


I'm a condemned man, with no one to blame

I'm a condemned man, filled with sorrow and shame.

I've wasted my life, and now I must pay.




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***Why Can't You See?

Why can't you see
He's not the one for you?
Don't you realize how happy you'd be
Once you say your love is through?

He's not worth your time
He only wants one thing
You need a real relationship
Not just a little fling

When he's with other girls
To you, he doesn't say a word
You need to have your say
And make sure your voice is heard

He never gives in
You always compromise
He says that he loves you
But you don't see it in his eyes

If he only knew
How hard you try
Yet he always seems to do 
The things that make you cry

You always go to him
He never comes to you
He doesn't understand
Oh, if he only knew

He calls you names
Things you know you're not
Why should you even care
About what he thought?

I say all these things 
To get her to see
But alas, all "these things"
Are happening to me


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Sweet Wine

Sweet wine in my veins
Wielding all the pains;
And music flowing soft,
For soul, not to wane!


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Losing Dad

My life was changed so harshly.
It feels like yesterday,
when God said you have had enough
and that you couldn't stay.

I miss you more than ever...
Your guidance and your love.
But, I know you're still watching
silently from above.

The love you gave still warms me
the way it always will.
But leaving left an empty space
that time can never fill.

From heaven you're still giving
the love you always had.
I know you hear me talk to you.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DAD!!!


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Video Games

When one begins
and picks up the controller
he hopes he wins
but most become bipolar.

they think they are the best
they hope and pray,
that they are better then the rest
but most are in disarray.

they continue for hours
doing nothing but staring
but what it does is devours
while they sit there swearing.


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A Young Man

A young mans shadow darkens

As he walks into the night.

A moonlit path before him

He thinks about his life.

His parents cry and wonder

His friends just turn away.

Was life really worth living

Could he go on this way?


In search of a distant answer

He wiped away the tears.

He took the gun into his hand

No longer would he fear.


What could have been his crime

For which he paid so dear?

He was just a man, who loved a man

who hated the word, Queer!


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Dementia

How long before my memory fades

How often will I forget your name?

Will my mind be forever robbed

Of laughter, sorrow and pain?


When I can no longer find them

Where will my memories go?

Will you know that I still love you

When your face I no longer know?


Will dementia drive me insane

Will I scream out, but have no voice?

Will my body shut down in protest

Will I simply have no choice?


Will my mind just wander

Or be locked up in another place?

Will dreams turn into nightmares

Where I run a never ending race?


In search of distant memories

Looking for a friendly face.

Will dementia rob me of my life

And take me from this place?


The home that we have shared

The family we have reared.

I'm so afraid to lose it all

As if it were never there.


I prey dear God, don't let it happen

Don't let dementia take from me.

The only thing I've left in life

My memories!


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If I Only Knew

If I only knew.....
how all of this would end.
Would it change my thoughts of you?
Would you become my friend?

If I only knew.....
how much time that we've got.
Could I let my guard down?
Could I take that shot?

If I only knew.....
You wanted to know me.
That would make the difference.
It's what I just can't see.

The only thing I really know
is that you are too late.
I've tried to beg, to cry and scream.
This life may just be fate.


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In The Rain

I have never felt so much pain
As our lives went down the drain
I guess our love was all in vain
I left my heart out in the rain.

Every day I start anew
But there's nothing I can do
All my memories of you
I'll spend my whole life being blue.

I call your name and no one hears
It's time to face my greatest fears
Looking back at those happy years
Gonna cry a million tears.

Now my heart, it still does churn
Guess it has a lot to learn
Dreaming of the day that you return
And cross that bridge we didn't burn.

I'm wishing I could take a plane
Or maybe hop an old freight train
And get away from all this pain
I left my heart out in the rain.


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WONDERING WHERE LOVE WENT

I relayed on trust
more than affection;
watching every move,
instead of watching the flowers slowly bloom.


Wondering where love went,
chasing after the illusion
of bringing it back where it was;
and realizing the impossibility, I'm so saddened.


You wanted more than understanding,
warm hands to hold and the fire of desire...
to let you ride on your fantasy star;
and I regret all that I didn't give you with real feeling.


Wondering where love went,
and what is the lesson that 
life has taught me? Never wait
for others, just trust your instinct and shun every doubt.


Wondering where love went,
seeing happy lovers, engaging in romance,
who they have found their paradise; 
I was looking for mine in someone whom I didn't love enough...



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Wedding

Yes I've made some bad decisions

Taken a few wrong turns.

I've even lived to regret

Most of the bridges I've burned.


But of all the things I should have done

That I didn't do.

The one that I regret the most

Is not saying, I love you.


Now your in the arms of another.

I guess you'll never know.

All the dreams I had for us

Or how I loved you so.


I'll regret it till my dying day

The things that might have been.

I wish I had the chance to tell you now

What I couldn't tell you then.


As yours standing there, so beautiful

In a stunning gown of white.

The minister just told the crowd

I pronounce you man and wife.


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Am I Losing Tomorrow?

It was today that I took notice
Of a void, there, in my view
What had I done? What has happened?
Please tell me, this cannot be true!

Words were placed, to not return.
Thoughts expressed, though not so clear.
People read, thinking the worst,
Truth be known, t’is I, with fear.

Should I remain, so tortured, here?

The hopes within, burning brightly,
Growing fervently deep in my soul.
To take things back, I wish I could now,
But things were said. I lost control.

It is with sorrow I approach you,
Seeking forgiveness, setting free.
My mind had lagged behind my words
What was said, just wasn’t me.

Can you forgive, I beg of thee?


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NEVER BEING ACCURSED BY WORDS

Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness,
undaunted and adamant;
never being effected by malicious intent,
never being accursed by words... 


Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries
of strange lands inhabited by mediums,
who are the seers that wish to replace God;
accept no invitation by affirming their cult...


Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs,
faithful and changeless:  never revere a false god,
the gold-adorned one who glitters
with the utter pretense of being the golden sun...


Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains;
they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble,
to convert them to their preposterous creed;
I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness...


How wonderful and liberating is to live
never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt;
how delightful and inspirational is to achieve
every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath...


Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd,
look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd;
eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger,
the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer...   


Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant,
and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance,
never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths;
if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart...  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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He Wants To Retreat

Ardent passion of going high,
Desire to touch the illusion of sky,
Tempted to earn fame and name ,
Restless effort to reach the aim, 

All led to a point of commitment 
To earn wealth to uttermost extent, 
Where, each success enhances thirst. 
Thirst of advancement seems the worst ,

When one forgets to celebrate present success, 
Out of fear to miss the next chances to progress, 
Ignoring surroundings and overtaking all ,
Though, he  reaches  his goal after all, 

He is in discontentment and melancholy, 
Despite his dreams fulfilled , he is wealthy.
He finds himself in a darkness of agitation, 
The rivalry of growth and competition. 

Within the roar of glory of success,
Receiving compliments and praises, 
His peace-less surroundings remind, 
His true happiness is left behind.


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Georgia Memories

It was a sultry night in Georgia

I heard the mournful sound of a train whistle blowin.

So I made my way down Main street

To a little sidewalk cafe, where the coffee was flowin.

There sat a man and woman, holding each other hands

The same thing you and I once did, before you had to die.

I remembered the last time that I held your hands.

It was to kiss you and say goodbye.


On that sultry night in Georgia

Where the train whistle was once a blowin

I had to take my coffee to go

Before my tears began a flowin.


Though love has found me once again

No one could ever take your place.

My Georgia Memories bring a smile to my heart.

Sometimes they bring a tear to my face.


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Halo

It is not just a game
you don't play it for fun
it consumes all even your name
but don't be fooled this is no pun.

you sit there shooting
they try and shoot back
you continue your alluding
they die and then hit the sack.

you sit there in contempt
talking trash to all that was matched
thinking your that time was well spent
then all you see is yourself  unattached.



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DEVASTED BY THE DEATH OF THEIR YOUNGEST

All parents are devastated
by the death of their youngest;
did strange behavior or premonition
pique their curiosity at all?



They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense,
and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically;
blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly,
and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands!   



Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly,
killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity;
kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful,
down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole!



Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains,
unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures;
friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next!
Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them?



All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest:
when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough;
and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost!
Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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AN ICE STORM

Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm,
giving it a resemblance of an alpine village
not nestled in pines, but with bigtooth aspens so tall; 
I should be at work today, not wallowing in rage.


The backyard trees are weighed down 
by the icy snow, and they are about to break;
using caution is to avoid a death-trap...
even a red-breasted blackbird uses intuition.


Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm;
it once was so sunny with kids ridings on rolling skates,
before this dreadful wheather stepped in to punish them all,
taking charge and bringing, with its wrath, drastic changes.


Plenty of snow to shovel, until late night with a will so reluctant; 
my head hurts and my nose runs and sneezing is frequent...
I have a cold, and the remedy is tea with lemon and honey,
do you have any suggestions how to end my misery?


Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm, repulsing spring's advances,
and February is a reputed villain conspiring, not making concessions;
impassive and imposing on a love-sick's kindness, worsening his stress.... 
to deny him empathy, embattling itself and not restoring calmness.


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Have You Ever Wondered?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to be alone,
to wonder if you'll eat today 
or where you'll have to roam?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to be afraid,
to know you can't cry out for help
because you can't be saved?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to cry at night,
to wonder if there is a God
and if He'll ever make things right?

Have you ever wondered...
how it feels to ache inside,
to know you can't find happiness
and there's nowhere left to hide?


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War Within

Upon the throne
Lies a broken crown
The angels are crying 
Reality breaks down

Shattered swords
Just silver pieces
In a war of lords 
Reality ceases

The armor of knights
Lie in a pile
They put up a fight
For a little while

Life will be wasted 
Reality has failed
Welcome to 
My fairytale


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Destiny of Flower

What's the luck of flower?
A poor little thing,
Drooping down in fall,
Getting picked in spring.


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Despair

I search the world for answers
to the questions in my mind.
Although, it seems those answers
are the ones I'll never find.

In dark despair I call out.
I scream for help and light.
The source of deep depression
is something I must fight.

I try to "keep my chin up"
and "focus on the ball",
but everytime I take a step
I also take a fall.

For those of us who fight them,
the demons in our head, 
we have to force ourselves to sleep
each time we go to bed.

Without my faith in Jesus
and my love of family,
I don't know where I would end up
but I know I wouldn't be free.


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I Hope You'll Remember Me

To those who do not know me

I'm a husband, father, brother and son.

I accepted the call of my country

Now my race is run.


I died an angry death

Lying on foreign soil.

For my family and my country

In hope a terrorist, I might foil.


To the mother of my children

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and loving husband

Just as I tried to be.


To my children Karen and Jacob

I hope you'll remember me.

As the dad you could always turn to.

I loved my family.


To my brother and my sister

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and decent man

The way a brother should be.


To my mother and my father

I hope you'll remember me

As a loving, trusting son

Proud of me, I hope you'll always be.


To the Country that I served

I hope you'll remember me.

As a soldier, as an American

Who died for liberty.


Fear not your loss

For this I guarantee

I'll see you all in heaven

and I hope you'll remember me.


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Concrete Dreams

Counterfeit smiles
Insipid hellos
Crossing paths
Destination known
Nobody has names
Just competing clothes
Glaring past glances
A forlorn flow
Stumbling off sidewalk
Onto crumbling street
Yet another sidewalk
Heads without feet
Lost to crowds
Blanched in between
Ponderous pedestrians
Rising steam
Tethered tomorrows
Skyscraper seams
Falling faces
Concrete dreams


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RECLAIM YOUR LOST HOPE

Looking at the present state of things,
nothing is ever going to change,
and with a stubborness so definitive.
some people would rather suffer than challenge...



Reclaim your lost hope, that one which held you back,
making your accursed life as fiery as tempest; 
what tears did was drownimg you in their sorrow,
all your days were spent alone, not daring to trust in love...


 
Lives are cut off as timber is severed by eletric saws,
when it falls to the ground, only a thud is heard;
then they will loaded on trucks and the forest will moan their loss,
so is our saddened heart when it's emptied of all good things we loved...



Reclaim your lost hope, what once was rightfully yours,
see the big pitcure with new eyes and a more perceptive mind,
for too long you have been confined to loneliness;
now, open up your windows to the shining sun and proclaim your freedom...



Trashed acquintances may be regretted, but others you will find,
and fearlessly confront your obstacles and make them null;
reembrace the fervent faith that made you the strongest soul,
and as you go on living, remember not what made your teeth grind...     


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Consequences

We shroud ourselves in shades of gray
Because we can't decide what's right
Is it good to simply love
Or is it better if it's a fight?
We lock love in our hearts
So it cannot speak its name
We cover it with guilt and self loathing
We try to forget each others name
I haven't called love in over three years
I'm not sure you ever have
I've been twisted and torn apart
Trying to heal these wounds with salve
You've constructed skyscraper walls
Around your heart and soul
You've let me creep across the drawbridge
Now raise surrender on your flag pole
Sure we might get burned
And I'm bound to spend all my time kneeling
We might beat the odds and last forever
There are a lot of consequences to actually feeling


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War Bride

She waits for him with baited breath.
May a messenger not bring any news.
She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see.
He’s her life, she has everything to lose.

May a messenger not bring any news
from the front lines, telling of his demise.
She knows in her heart, he shall return.
A telegram would surely tell lies.

She hopes for the best, can’t wait to see
her gentleman walk through her door.
Now, she waits for him to return one day,
the soldier, the man she adores

He’s her life, she has everything to lose.
She’d be done, if he was not to return.
But, down deep inside, she knows he’s alive
For his presence, she’ll wait, and yet yearn.


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Closed Closets

Summer dresses
Sunset smiles
Intertwined fingers
Infatuation by trial 

Giggling glances
Fidgeting hair
Anticipating lips
Confessions spared

Teenage tongues
Passion spry
Inviting innocence
Naive thighs

Misplaced moment
Serrated sigh
Ripped restraint
Something awry

Smothered trust
Eyes of escape
Groped distress
A cry of rape

Muffled scratches
Screaming tears
Convulsing portrait
Of frozen fear

Scared secrets
Trembling outside 
Closed closets
Daughters inside


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A Man Named Jesus

I had a peaceful journey,
   Before I walked the earth,
I felt a warm presence,
   Before my feeble birth,

That held me in the womb,
   And took me in His hands.
Then He softly whispered,
   “One day you’ll be a man.”

He held me so tightly,
   Before my earthly name.
There was no suffering momma,
   ‘Cause a man named Jesus came.


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Fear That Takes A Home

i hesitate from getting up from the puddle
i had fallen down in during the rain.
my foot had slipped leaving me covered in soil and water
i imagined going quietly insane.

a gun shot took the life force of a friend today.
i stood shakily in dirty wet shoes.
no one knew yet but the likes of me.
i would be to some the bearer of bad news.

she had been the recipient of his increasing love and
the frequent subject of his airbrush art.
arriving at the scene, i had been essential for the law to question.
i told them i thought it was a matter of the heart.

in a daze, i shivered under my black umbrella
timorously walking wondering who was really to blame.
maybe i should have said something to him the day before.
maybe things would still be the same.

i wanted it to be over -- this grieving,
before i reached home -- away a taunting eternity.
unsure tears co-mingled with the erasing rain, but
more guilt would come after achieving emotional empty.


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Ravenous

Swirling scuffling newspapers
Scrawling in civilized dirt
Alleyways devouring
Discarded stories of hurt
Sunken sorrel skin
Writhing in distended shame
Ingested figments of food
Decomposing depravity’s name
Corroded cans of compassion
Littering hunger pains 
Kicked into comatose corners
Prodded by public domain
Flaccid fingers of despair
Folded to somehow convey
God if you can hear me
I haven’t eaten in ten days


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CHANGING TIMES IN AMERICA

Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...



On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving husbands;
families rarely gather at dinner to discuss matters, 
and this daily celebration pleased their Creator...



Martin Luther was assassinated and John F. Kennedy followed him,
so did his brother Robert and America watched and mourned;
these were, indeed, difficult times that changed the image of a nation,
and the innocent blood spilled by hatred spread more indignation...



Unexpectedly, something marvelous happened which brought awareness;
and soon after the American astronauts landed on the barren and grey moon,
everyone wanted to declare their rights as abiding and loyal citizens
of a country that suppressed freedom and created unneccessary choas and gloom...

   

This teen was powerless and horrified witnessed these events that changed America,
peace, justice and fairness were far cries from reality, more needed to be done; and mama
didn't want to lose me when the Vietnam War started and hippies refused to pick up arms;
and their peaceful songs are a  reminder of a youth spared by God for His great purpose...
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Two faced

Today my heart so broke
What was the big joke?
In my despair I choked 
By the words that she spoke 


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Entrails

Only a few succeed
Countless fail
Choking on bills
Dreams that don’t sail
Foreclosure of fortune
Liquidated entrails
Empty homes
Lives for sale


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Burning

My make up is running
Two black lines down my face
My body is burning
I return to that place

Hiding in my sorrow
My tears wetting my face
Always returning to tomorrow
I’m close to the place

As a sigh escapes my lips
A familiar voice speaks more unheard words
I feel the light caress of fingertips
I look above and see black birds

I’m in that place


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thinking by myself

Positioning my heart on a pole, 
I look deeper into my soul.
Feeling empty inside,
Leaving noting left to hide.

I'm filled with my deep desire,
It consumes me in its darkness.
Among these people with no shame,
All looking for fame.

For I am no free man,
In this cell I stand.
And a voice heard among the guilty,
Says sit down because you are still one of us.



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Stain

Let your soul stain the paper
Like your blood stains the floor
Smearing squalls of liquidated life
On the palms of your scribbled war

Squeeze your heartache with your hand
Like a sermon spills a pariah’s plight
Cleansing the sins of your visceral voice
With the tears from which you write

Strain the sediment of your strife
Like starvation scavenges a gutted shore
Siphoning the spoils of weeping wounds
Dripping from the lines of your lore


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The Plaintive Fish (or

In the heaviest hour I'm transparent
in skies that you've painted green
Carnivorous, blatant desire
replaced with a boyish need
May night creep beside me slowly
and nudge me along your path
The loveliest, calmest sea
flows gentle beneath my past
Oh hours and winters and all
the fish which do dive just for you
can't carry my sleepy ambition
or safely follow me through
You pray that our door can be found
but back to the edge of the road
we're pacing once more going 'round
envelope me kindly but slow
A fire when ebbing is shiny and blue
I really don't mind gazing long
despite the upcoming tragedy moon
I carry it 'round with your song
So sweet is the taste which you left on my brow
So warm the study with in
I'd crawl through if only you'd teach me how
to trade me some legs for these fins.


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Fog

Rancid rancor
From a pungent poet
Sipping fermented anger
From a shoe of Moet
Caustic climax
Of a pernicious plot
Spilling into the holes
Of his soul’s rot
Lathered Laces
In a fuming froth
Tying her infidelity
In a knotted troth
Twisted tongue
Beneath a bedeviled bog
Silenced by frayed fingers
Beneath a drunken fog 


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As She Revolved...

The storm of absolution
broke the headache in relief
with the lightning of redemption
drowning earth in blanket grief
The sky went dark at noon's abyss
and cleared the land, tsunami kiss
The flood of restitution
blew the mind of all involved
with just a touch of slowing the earth
in her orbit, as she revolved.


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Cardboard Box

Cardboard box
dormant and faded
tell me my life
forgotten and jaded

If God peeked in
would the Almighty sigh
he took my mom today
she taped your tattered side

Report cards, pictures
even a lock of blonde hair
grandma don't tell grandpa
I'm crying in his favorite chair

Why must we lose someone
to truly reminisce
was I really this happy once
him too I miss

Cardboard box
dormant and faded
tell me my life
forgotten and jaded


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Jonji and the Mountain

Chipping at the slate heart
carving colors pure
Underneath your hard despair
one thing is for sure
You are built on mountains
You are set in streams
You possess the grandeur
of a million triumph dreams
Snapping back your heart strings
cold and frozen stiff
Underneath your marble polish
you still glow within this gift
You are precious to me
You are whole and sound
You denote the pinacle
of breaking solid ground
Wincing at the truth dance
carved and chipped so pure
I find you climbing up from pain
a mountain you've endured.


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Iron Tear

Have you ever seen a man cry
how the tears are hidden behind his eyes
did you ever stop to ask him why
he wear his sadness with an iron-jawed disguise


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Painted Winter

She asked me for the poppies
painted twenty years ago
half still fresh and vibrant
half, decrepit, old
She asked me for a moon beam
a song for her to ride
something that would calm her
that her soul would recognize
She asked me to be solid
to be sound and to be true
wishing that our lives would twine
and I would mirror you
She asked me to come visit
to elaborate and stay
but she knows that I must leave her
on this painted winter day.


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Crumpled Heap

Thou tooketh mine heart
And dashed it to the ground
From thy eternal sleep
Thou willst always hurt me 

My hopes thou dash’d
And tore apart my soul
Left in a crumpled heap
To fend on my own

The bleakest night was yet to come
When I saw thou with thine girl
The pain stabbed at my heart
And I feel it still


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So Long Old Friend

My very best to you old friend
As you venture on your way
I hope you find your place with God
And we meet again one day
You’ve been more than a friend to me
A father figure too
I hope you did not suffer friend
I pray the best for you
Be not so worried of your wife
Your kids are there and strong
Even though she’s crying now
We hope it won’t be long
Look down on us from time to time
We could use you as our guide
My very best to you old friend
I know you’ve reached His side
O’er Newfoundland just one more time
Look on it then, with cheer
We smile just to know you’re there
As we smile, too, to feel you here


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Traveler in the Snow

White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.

As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.

My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.

Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.

No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!


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Abandoned SOS

Mint green glass
bottled, filled 
Milky poison
your free will
Traveled oceans
bobbed on waves
A message though
no one it saves
Could have been filled
with a note to me
I could have saved you
out at sea
Instead you spat
your venom kiss
Mint green bottle
gone, dismissed.


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Forfeiture of Thought

So tangled in a web of futility
Where trying minds refuse to bend
No broken strand for to escape
Unable then to just transcend

Captured by intermingling notions
Whereby nothing fruitful so attempts
We’re lost upon this desolate ocean
Spiraling through an outward descent


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Lost in Reflection

Blown iridescent like bees chasing bubbles
in search of a quick pollen fix
Slips of soap whispers on rose scented papers
you sealed with a kiss from your lips
Peppermint water with a sting on your shoulders
to whisk you to winter in scent
White broken honor thrown down in the corner
with words you quite honestly meant
Slices of life hung on orange tree limbs
waiting for blossoms to eat
Crowded thoughts sifted and peppered with smiles
from the characters you've yet to meet
Poppy perfume sweet surrenders it's drug
to the buzz of a hornet or too
Look in the mirror, the truth's ever clearer
and the man looking lost in reflection is you.


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Your Fault

Through bloodshot eyes, the morning seems
To be a nightmare, rather than dream.
Though the sky is bright and ever blue
I will always see it as gray, because of you.
My night of last, was with all my friends;
My bottle buddies, means to an end.
When Johnnie came along, walking with Jim,
Jose and Jack made me jump in for a swim.
When I dried off, where I am right now
I realized your effect is lasting somehow.
No more of these friends, do I really need
But since you have left, it is me that they bleed.
So, take it to heart when I write you these words
This is your entire fault, though it sounds quite absurd.


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We All Fall Down

 I used to own a castle fair
 On a hilltop high
 It vanished into misty air
 And I really don’t know why

 I used to have a diamond ring
 Of the very finest gold
 I lost it in the coldest spring
 I have ever known 

 I used to love a charming prince
 Once upon a time
 But he left me here all alone
 Once upon a rhyme


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The Windigo is Coming

Something's coming on the clouds
rolling in across the hills 
thunder booms away,
 aloud
run inside , I feel the chill .

 form a circle in the center
hold your hands and say  a prayer
this is not a friend or mentor
be afraid my dears,
Beware!

something's sad ,so sad and lonely
seeking life and love and home 
cannot stop until there's only
bloody scraps of hair and bone.

cold so cold  the fridgid specter
weeps to share a human touch
just becomes a dark collector
of the life he wants so much

hold your breath the earth is shaking
passing by ,now passing on
feel the pain ,its'heart is breaking,
you can hear it scream and moan.

"That was I ,he said behind me,
I'm so glad you stayed outside,
your warm heart was there to guide me,
come and sit down by my side."


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Atmospheric Disturbance

The world is at stake on a whim and a break
of the bow that supports all the stars
A crack of the joints right at gravity's points
and we slip like mere dust straight to Mars
A taste of the red just goes straight to our heads
now as dry as the parched sun at noon
Spinning blue orbit - take a moment, absorb it
for delirium will set in quite soon
The lunar light glow that we all love and know
is now but a glint off the sea
Echo explosion, a torrential implosion
of the atmosphere where we used to be...


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Homeless

 corrugated soul survivor

scraping sustenance each day,

insulated taxi driver sees and says.....

just go away.

someone's hand extends a dollar,

for a jig danced on the side

Can you hear them hoot and holler,

as they purchase shreds of pride.

  Homeless when the day is finished

homeless as the night descends,

just another life diminished,

poverty that never ends.

he was once some mothers' wonder

he once bounced on daddys' knee,

long before his fatal blunder,

he was home like you and me.

now he sold his last posession,

now he gave away his pride,

In the mirror ,his confession.......

he's not even home inside.




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News of Her Passing

She stood among the many faces of the volume
Yet, she remained a silent presence in the active world
She looked about, feeling lost and deep isolation
Just too much to truly handle for this little girl

Though a woman in years, her mind was so very young
There was no complete understanding grasped, ever held
Her wish, to fit, to fill, to just be a major part of the rest
With dreams and hopes, alive within, to never quell

The sunlight turned a blind eye upon her that June day
As darkness overcame her thoughts, creating then more strife
That lost, lonely girl, may she find the peace she always sought
For on that day in June, the world cried, she took her very life

A poet of the world, a gift for many hungry minds
For our eyes can only now look upon her written past
As no more dreams to write of, nor thoughts expressed
I pray she found her happiness and that it lasts



Godbye my friend, sorry I wasn't there for you. I am also sorry and saddened that 
time and so many miles came between us.


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Oh, Why?

Oh why, oh brother, did you leave?
Did you really mean to go?
Was there something you were searching for?
What was it you needed to know?
And how, dear brother, will the children bear
the burden of what is true?
What will they think and what will they feel
and how shall I talk of you?
So, help me brother, on my way,
to help them with their strife.
And tell me brother why you chose
to take your very life.


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They'll Get Theirs

Because of need, I toil, I sweat,
I bear the burden of others’ ills.
Despite the efforts, nothing’s gained.
Again and again, my blood is spilled.

Middle class man in a dead end job
Doing the best for the family, the home.
Stabbed again, by the men with no eyes
Gives my mind the intention to roam.

More money to gain or is respect the want?
Do I dare make a change in my life?
Will I be able to provide for the children?
Will I be able to make happy, my wife?

Keep looking ahead and lose not my own.
At least that’s what I keep saying.
For a day will come when all will get theirs
Or at least, that is for what I am praying.


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Kopela

Welcoming the freshness of early morn
With a youthful, vibrant smile;
Yet, the masters scorn
Towards you, with their usual vile!

O Kopela, do not hide in a cell so small;
Patiently, just do your every day’s chores; 
Into a goblet of salt, let tears not fall;
Ponder not, for the olden days of yore!

Take with you, the wireless phone
For when they make a call after call
Especially when you’re alone
Readily, you can answer them all! 

O Kopela, come to the blooming garden
Scented flowers in different color; 
For your shivering spine, will be freshen
And will lessen your unending dolor!

Dry your tears with fresh roses
For sure it will make you fine,
Helping you forget the bad bosses
And you’ll see the sun will shine!


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Weeping Willow Wish

Blue toes, willow blows
weeping while I sleep 
Grey mist, shadow kiss
warming the breath I keep
Tears fall, blanketing all
crystal quick crunching to ice
Sad eyes, a million good byes
in the arms of a friend's good advice
Sleep now, remember how
Slip into memory's hand
Blue eyes, silently wise
determined to take their last stand
Raw bones, cold and alone
calling the wind a friend
Weeping tree, come to me
It's a fitting, if not perfect end.


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Time On the Run

Tragedy pooled up in your footprints
in oil, in mud and in steel
Far out in front at the edge of the road
it grinded your thoughts at the wheel
Powdered to mist and to dusty debris
tragedy blew with it's lips
All at once time took a turn to the left
and skimmed by your cheek in a kiss
You never reached out and touched time before
with all of it's plodding and pain
Thoughts to the wind and it's over your head
like the refuse of chaff leaving grain
Tragedy temperance, heaving with bite
setting your gait and your eyes
Scattered and shattered with time on the run
to the place where it goes when it flies.


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Grave, Indeed

Eyes have now adjusted
Hands are now in view
The air is dry and falling short
I’m thinking now of you

The immediate world is stifling
But you can set me free
Come seek, my love, find me here
Please come now and save me

Oh, bring me from this darkness
The air it now draws thin
My love, I’m still waiting here
A shallow grave I’m in

Like being buried, yet alive,
Are feelings I’ll know best
Until you come to save me, dear
Until love manifests


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Hearts Despair

Across the many miles lies my heart
Vanquished to an eternal stay alone
Never to touch another, to be a part
Left cast aside, to be turned to stone

As desert sun descends in western sky
My heart, it watches the sky turn black
For no light, except stars, hits its eyes
As it prays to God, that day comes back

For a days with sunshine, it now lacks
Succumbing to loneliness, under attack


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What's Happened?

What contributes to the disposition of people that makes them think they need 
not manners?
Do they just think they are better than I or do they lack even the smallest ability to 
think?
Why, when approached, do they speak looking away, rather than looking in one’s 
eyes?
Why, when someone’s working in their yards do they not offer up some water to 
drink?

The moral digression of the average person is speeding at speeds that makes 
me cry.
As curses are hurled throughout every language, almost as if like water they flow.
Well, my children, they are taught to respect their elders and laws and so much 
more.
For the adults that they one day become, will be based on what they learned and 
now know.

Come on folks, think! 


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Families

Families are the foundation, the very essence of our life.  Though it seems as if 
today’s families are filled with unbearable struggle and strife.  With dreams of the 
perfect family, thinking we are doing our very best.  Seems everyday that passes 
us by, it just becomes more of an awful mess.   Families are falling apart. so very 
easily, it seems.  Oh God, why it always so very hard, to keep a hold of all our 
dreams? So many of our  beautiful children, endlessly suffer with the pain.  
Shattered homes and broken lives, weighed down from all the strain.  Our 
dreams of being a whole family, shouldn't be so easy to tear apart.  We all need 
to fight that much harder, right from the very start.


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What is thatBlood Upon Your Hands?

  What
is that blood upon your hands
my one and only child?

  Have
you destroyed all our plans
for all your running wild?

  Why
do you sit alone and cry,
hot tears upon your face?

  I
fear I see the future die,
for all your dark disgrace.

  My
spirit flies around the world
and cannot find surcease,

  So
bright our ventures were unfurled
and now there's no release.

  What
have you done?Come tell the truth,
come to me 'ere I find,

  That
you have slain the bird  of youth
and left our hopes behind.

  "I'll
sail across the ocean blue,
dear Mother don't you fear,

 And
I'll return when things are new,
a fortnight or a year.

  The 
night came in andstole my soul
while conscience was asleep,

  I
never meant to take the role
but evil thoughts can creep

  Into
the purest mind that rests
besot with spirits bright,

  I
owed a thousand more in debts
and could not set it right.

  Forgive
me now as I depart,across the rolling sea

  I
never meant to break your heart,
Forgive and think of me."


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Departing Soon

Hello, dear friend, it’s been a while
I hope to hear you’re doing well
How are you feeling, how’s the family?
Please chat with me and sit a spell.

The rooms of life have lost their sunshine
As age, like draperies, come to close
The sun still strong is trying hard now
To reach me here, before repose

So, speak dear friend, of the outside
Tell me of the sun’s warming grace
Let me know then, before I travel
By gazing at your smiling face


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Dogs, Beware!

She walked, as if in control
Never to let anyone know
That a part of her was missing
A part she’d never show
Longing, stayed within her heart
Replacing the love, she had
Her face, well she smiled on,
So, was she really glad?
For she had given of herself
So many years before
He just used and never loved
Still, she hoped for more.
Comfort, was felt by his touch
He pleasured her, just so
Until that ever fateful day
She had to let him go.
He had another, he had a bride
She, just never knew it.
Some children, too. She felt bad
And couldn’t put them through it
She gave him hell and said goodbye
Told him to not return
As she felt bad, she felt love,
And knew she had to learn
That when a man has a fling,
A chickee on the side,
Then that man, would repeat
On that you could rely.
She did not want to be the other,
Nor one who would have lied
She was only hoping, through her tears
To one day be his bride.
She learned to question all who dare
To court her, from then on.
So, dogs beware, she’ll bite back
Before you do her wrong.
 


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Something's Changed

Your face has lost complexion
Your eyes no longer glow
Your smile appears now waning
You heart has dimmed below

No longer is that twinkle
That shone there in your eyes
What happened, what had changed you
That leaves you paralyzed?

I’ve tried to chase then for you
The monsters there at bay
To bring you from the darkness
Into the lightened day

My hand’s extended outward
With love there left to hold
Yet nothing offered back from you
Which leaves me feeling cold

Now, stars exploding in the sky 
As the earth ducks under trees
The mountains are taking cover
Oceans swallow the debris

The vast amount of space
That now exists out there
Is dead and soon forgotten
As we fall into despair


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Wounded Soul

Burdened by harshness, overcome with grief
The young man pondered, complete disbelief
It was only yesterday, a smile she had brought
Yesterday is gone and now he has naught.

At the hands of another, she was taken too fast
Wet roads, blurred vision, wasn’t meant to last
She was coming to meet him, nightcaps for two
When the other, abruptly, changed what was due

The phone it then rang, “Mr Johnson? Sargeant Stedt”
That’s all he could remember of the words I just said
“Your wife, sir, she had an accident, please come quick”.
His heart then stopped beating, he was violently sick.

He arrived at the scene. Two cars were torn apart.
He still hoped for a chance, with all of his heart.
It was too late. She had gone. He felt so alone
As he bent to kiss her softly. Oh, the love he had shown.

With my arm around him, asking him to take a seat,
I saw how he weakened. He must be off his feet.
I explained how the other seemed to have lost control
Yet, he did not hear me, this poor wounded soul.

Knowing his burden of the many days ahead
I gave him a card, of which he now read
A plain old hallmark that seemed to say it all
And I knew that it helped when he started to bawl.

“Weep not for the loss; the love of your life
Think of those happy times, those days with your wife
Be grateful of your time and sharing each breath
Celebrate her living, grieve not of her death.”


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Black Tears

From all the hurt
That you have thrown my way
And all the fear
I have nothing to say

How do I escape?
Your enveloping presence
Why must I go through this?
Knowing your essence

No one tries to know
Or maybe they don’t care
That the words they say
I can hardly bare

I walk through the world
With my head hung low
I shall never ever let
My pain and hurt show

For every black tear
That falls to the ground
Has a silent scream
And I never make a sound

My stare becomes cold
And my blood is not red
And I reach the point
That I have no more tears to shed

Every night 
I go home and cry
Till my pillow is soaking
With the black tears I cried