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Details | Rhyme | |

Stairway to Heaven

I'll build a stairway to heavens gate,
Climb the spirals into the great divide.
There your name I'll defiantly state,
I'll wait until they let me come inside.

As I gallop along the streets of gold
Calling your precious name again,
Searching for your bear hug hold,
In my ears your voice a sweet refrain.

I'll search until your silver cloud I find
Until I hear your voice so deep.
Yet again I'll look into your face so kind
Searching for some words to keep.

For the days have been long and cold
Since you left and went away.
Warm embers of love to keep and hold,
Maybe they'll keep the grief at bay.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Name Is Sam

The kids are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon,  but not yet dark 
Time for one last game of hide and seek 
"Everybody hide and nobody peek".

One little girl stops on the grass to tie her shoe 
She has to hurry before they find her to
Suddenly a shadow falls over her 
She looks up to find a strangers face 

"Hello little girl", the man says with a grin 
"Would you like me to help you win"?
"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers Mommy says"

He reaches out and takes her hand 
"Well ", he says "My name is Sam"
Now that we have met, your Mommy wouldn't object 
"I guess your right", she says with a smile on her face
And she lets him guide her to a hiding place 

Within an hour, everyone is searching the park 
She hasn't come home and now it's dark 
They search and search,  but to no avail 
Her Mother is frightened and very pale

The police arrive and comb the woods 
A short distance in,
The search dog Buddy 
Makes a very grizzly discovery 

They find her lying on the ground 
Her tiny body bent and bound 
Her panties down around her knees 
The horrific scene covered in leaves

Her Mom sees the ambulance by the woods 
She arrives in time to see her beloved daughter 
Being carried in a black  bag thru the trees
The shock and pain bring her to her knees 

Her tears rage, "Oh My God, how can this be,
It was only a game, who whould want to hurt my child?"
She shakes her head, her eyes gone wild 
"Dear God, please no, don't let this be, please, please, 
bring her back to me"!

A few days later in a little church graveyard 
She buries her only child 
Her anger burns deep within 
For the person who perpetrated this sin 

She prays to the Lord for justice to prevail 
As the casket is lowered to the ground 
She prays that he will soon be found

Across town on that very day 
The children are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon, but not yet dark
A man approaches another one and extends his hand
"Hello", he says "My name is Sam"!


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Call Me Abuse

My name is abuse that is all I need to say
But just for your sake I will go on anyway.
I take pride in putting people in financial bind.
My favorite thing to do is to work on your mind.
I will destroy all you can be and make you believe that you deserve me.
After awhile you have no self-esteem left all you can comprehend
Are only the thoughts of suicide and death?
There is another part of me the physical side.
This something I have to be very cleaver on for this is very hard to hide.
I will take you from drinking soda out of mugs.
To entertainment by sniffing and using all hard-core drugs
I will take a beautiful woman and turn her into a punching bag.
When I am finished she will look like an old washed up hag.
Yes I can do all of this and yes I do mean to brag
I will turn faces all black and blue.
Oh look out I am going to get you too.
Oh no I’m not finished yet.
I can destroy your emotions too do you want to make a bet
I will take a confident man and turn him into a child playing in the sand.
The most pleasure I get is to destroy relationships, they no longer were a 
wedding band.
When I am finished with you nothing will ever be the same.
You will always be keeping your guard up always being in shame.
I will take all your family love
Then turn it into hate to shove.
I love to destroy remember my name is abuse.
What form of pleasure do you want me to use?


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Ballad | |

London

She called herself London
On that day 
She fell from the sky
Child of apple blossoms
Dancing wildly
Into your mind

The snake that hung from her neck
Bites your hand
Expels you from Eden
Tears into the cool flesh
Of your madness
Posing as reason

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share

Her name was London
Call her London

She called herself London
On that night
She prayed to the moon
Apollo’s lyre
Played darkly
In a portent 
Of your own doom

The hell she hides 
In her soul
Toxic drug you’ll never escape
You crave the milk of her touch
Her strange and dangerous ways

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share  

Her name was London
Call her London

My baby, London
Call her London
My moon-girl, London 
Call her London

I love her, London
Call her London
Forever, London 

I call her London……


Details | Free verse | |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.


Details | Free verse | |

Remembering Your Lost Love Again

Many many years from now on a busy morning, suddenly for a moment Mallika my name in your mind, it will force you to stop and look at the sky and from your heart will come out a deep sigh, memories of love, suddenly so fresh like a 'dewed' morning rose remembering your lost love again absentmindedly you will touch my last gift with moist eyes, "love thy name is eternity" your fingers will follow this line on that bone china vase, I know time will go slow though tears will flow faster and I will be nowhere near you "before the next teardrop falls", only my memories closer,nearer to you, happy,joyful,cheerful,pleasant days when the moon rose in the sky just for us, will these glimpses of happy days wipe tears from your eyes? If not,if you are still running on empty just listen to my words floating in the air, "love thy name is eternity". © kash poet 2012 ===================000=================== Placement: 5th (June 2012) Contest:Mish-Mash Sponsor:Tracie RULES FOR THIS POEM (HA HA HA HA...enjoyed the challenge) =========================================== Line 1.. must have 13 syllibles Line 2.. use the name of someone you love in this line Line 3.. must rhyme with Line 4 Line 4.. see above Line 5.. can only have 3 words Line 6.. must contain a palindrome Line 7.. use the title of your poem in this line Line 8.. must rhyme with line 3 & 4 Line 9.. must be one of your favorite short quotes Line 10.. use the name of a country in this line Line 11.. 5 words in this line must rhyme Line 12.. use only 6 syllibles in this line Line 13.. Add all or part of a song title to this line Line 14..use a synonym in this line Line 15.. use 4 different words that mean the same thing in this line. Line 16.. you cant use the letters A D or L in this line Line 17.. Use the words happy and eyes in this line Line 18.. the words 'running on empty' must be used in this line Line 19.. must rhyme with line 12 Line 20.. Use a line from one of your old poems in this line.


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Free verse | |

My name has a meaning

My name, Bojosi
Is a fire which started
In my mother
And consumed 
Her inside
When she delivered 
Me to this world

She says
“ When I was imprisoned
   in a maternity ward
   at the hospital
   at the time of your birth
   son
   I was alone, none
   of them 
   I call my relatives
   I call my friends
   visited me 
   when I needed
   their love most
   and when they asked
   me, the nurses in white
   what name I give to you
    I called you Bojosi ”

my name, Bojosi
short as it is
is a poem
that my mother
composed 
when joy and pain
of giving birth
prevailed in her life

my name has a meaning…..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bojosi is translated loneliness

**10th place winner on the contest " April Poem" sponsored by Destroyer Poet**


Details | Quatrain | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Lucinda

Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen
This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands
Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust  
She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should
Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans
Here before us stands, this lovely child on the cusp of a blossoming womanhood
Abandoned by those who should care but who are oblivious to
Her wants, her needs, her dreams
Cast to the hands of fate to drift alone upon these savage streets, alone to face the night
You know they found her early Sunday morning, at early morning light
Lying silently in the crimson blood, the blood that once had held her precious life
Her name was Lucinda, a mere child, a lovely child, just turned fourteen
Cry a tear for her, SCREAM.


Details | Haiku | |

same childhood home

 





                                              


                                                      same childhood home---
                                                     only Dad's name missing
                                                       from the name plate









 
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Details | I do not know? | |

My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...


Details | Free verse | |

Prostitution is not ok

The only thing she knows is fast money,Sharing the honey of her tarnished hive, she has to survive. Man after man, digs in her crying land and leaves money at the end of the bed, the man was a stranger,during intercourse nothing was said. He leaves fast like the rest. She showers and gets dressed, another stranger is next. Behind the curtain she is really hurting, but she still entertains. She give so much of her,little remains. She has one kid with cancer and another kid is lame the other four needs attention the same. She loves them the same,to provide for them all, she works with out shame. Her stage name is candy her real name is many and she has a boy friend, who secretly takes her money, to sniff cocaine, his name is randy. She struggles to feed her kids, so every night she feeds eighteen men. Bright red lip stick on face, desperate for attention, see through clothes, I will not describe or further mention,heels click to alert.Perfume pleading for men. She takes any hand she can get,sadly enough that's not true. I hope one day the lord she will pursue. I pray he will provide and show her another way, to provide a meal for the day. I see her every day, what am I to say? I hope she will be ok ,prostitution is not ok.


Details | Free verse | |

Freedom lost

Here in the autumn of year 2012
I mourn freedoms lost as do many other of my countrymen 
I mourn the loss of these freedoms; blindly legislated away
Freedoms that our fathers fought and died to win and knew so very well
I weep for our children that know not what has been taken from them
Freedoms taken from us or simply given away in the name of security
Freedoms forsaken in the name of security is also a chain that tightly binds
These many chains cast upon us will eventually lead us into bondage 
In bondage none will raise a voice for they want not for anything
Wanting for nothing but for the freedom that was given away


Details | Free verse | |

Sam The Rescue Dog

My name is Sam I am wondering what it is I’m doing wrong?
It’s raining cold, wet, dark and I am chained here all alone.
I have been to many homes before but I thought this was my last.
Once this family wanted me and told me they loved me so, I would
be theirs until we all grew old and gray.
Today they don’t come to see me or even shout out my name I am
just left here all alone attached to this old heavy chain.

People pass me by as they walk down the street, shouting ugly names
they throw stones that make me cry and bleed Why are they so mean?
They call every name they can that hurts my heart so bad, they think
because we’re animals we don’t feel a thing.
I am suppose to be brave, strong and fearless because I am a big old dog.
Today they don’t come to see me or even shout out my name I am
just left here all alone attached to this old heavy chain.


Details | I do not know? | |

Loyal Bride

Ignorance must be stitch inside
Because I've believed every word lied
The price of a loyal bride

On the outward I now hide
Pain crumbling my heart inside
The price of a loyal bride

Rumors spread, but I put them to mute
Saving your name while you covered it with soot
Until blindness wore off my then dimmed sight
And I was shockingly aware they were right

You whisper her name in your dreams at night
I wanna tell you I know, but I don't wanna fight
Afraid you'll leave the commitment we made
For someone whom's body you've layed 

Though truth is no longer denied
I'll still hold to you while you backslide
The price of a loyal bride 

And to my vows I will abide
No matter sleepless nights I've cried
The price of a loyal bride


Details | Free verse | |

a state of confusion.

where am i?
what am i?
who am i?
who are you?
what are you?
where are you?
are you there?
why am i scared?
why are we here?
what are we doing?
will you hurt me?
why am i so petrified?
i never feel this way, so why now?
why is the room spinning so wildly?
i cant see straight, whats happening?
all this pain, why is it in me?
why does my heart burn so?
it feels like its burning to a crisp, falling, why is that?
what is that?
is that what you call a flower?
funny, i just dont recognize it, whats wrong with me?
what is that?
why, is that really a cat?
what is that?
a kangaroo?
my, what a funny sight... am i right?
what is the name of this?
thats grass?
why such an odd name?
and that bright, scary thing, what is that?
the sun?!?
what a pretty name, did you name it?
why is that a stupid question?
what language are we speaking?
english?
oh really?
i couldent tell, is that normal?
why is it so odd?
where are you takeing me?
what is a holocaust?
is it bad?
will it hurt?
will there be good things?
what about cupcakes, will those be there?
oh boy, why is there so much of this red stuff?
what is that?
blood?
why, the name is such a depresing name, why is that?
why is blood so depressing?
why does it signify death?
because it is what you drop when you die here?
hmmm..... very interesting, oooohhh, what is that?!
that is so scary! why am i scared again?
what is fear?
what is happiness?
im so confused, can you help me?
no?
why not?
because you are going to kill me?!
why is that?
what did i do wrong?
oh, thats right...... im not normal, im different, but must i really be barred?
should i really be persecuted?
or killed?
even tortured?
why does that make sense?
why are you hurting m
                                e
                                  ?


Details | I do not know? | |

To deal with the pain

To deal with the pain
I?ve retrained my mind 
Every time I have a memory of you
Every time I have a dream about you at night

I will visualize a red button that says delete
Just like when you press play and record at the same time
I will erase your memory from my mind
From every kiss to every hug to every I love you

I will take a demagnetizer and erase any patterns of emotion,
Compassion or desire that transpired
Like a tape that holds our song
It will be erased and forgotten

Your image will be burnt and carried away 
Like the ashes into the wind
You will be a stranger on the street
That I do not recognize

No connection, no emotion, no hello, no goodbye
No gesture, no smile
You name will have no meaning
And your eyes will have no sparkle

Everything that I have known about you 
Will simply have died
Like a grave without a name or date
There will be nothing left to remind me that I once loved you


Details | Rhyme | |

Rockstar

There’s a fire on the stage, 
And the fans feeling the heat,
To them it’s a sign of stardom,
But the first spark of this fame, 
Burned my home, my kingdom,
Left me with few broken promises,
The fire brought me a fortune, for a Scar,
And yet I’m a Demigod, and yet I’m a Rockstar.

Blinding neon lights, outshine the Sun,
A humanoid zombie fiesta, a never ending run,
The fury within, punishes my hands on strings,
The red sins melt in the symphony that it brings,
And when I cry out the agony inside,
The rhythm is given, but tears are denied,
They enjoy the show of suicide, the weapon being my guitar,
And yet I’m a Demigod, and yet I’m a Rockstar.

I had all I desired, but is this borrowed life worth?
Fond of my naivety, will they hold my truth?
Yes! They do love me, but isn’t Love the name of my fears?
Of the prince of their Songs, will they hold the tears?
Will I ever be a fool again, to take the fall, in love?
Can I again wish for you, from a Wishing star?
Will I ever take you name again, in my unheard song?
And can your arms be the world to which I belong?

Every apprehension derived; leaves me aghast,
I’m stuck at the medley; of my future and my past,
Of a short lived empire of masked men, of which I’m the Czar,
Or for that cradle of love, for eternity that can last,
Where my transgressions, redeem their yield,
A premonition I carry, is to meet you in that field, 
The only escape so I see, is that Field, with the door left ajar,
Where I’m just a human, where I’m not a Rockstar.

(Based on the Bollywood Movie - Rockstar)


Details | Free verse | |

BENT SHATTERED AND PROUD

She doesn’t remember what
she loved about me
so i hold her in my elbows
as if she needed someone to save her
and i hate that i’ve always believed in
things i couldn’t touch

tree house ladder i climbed you
with the weight you swung into me
told the sky
glow heartbeat
glow strong
glow window pane
hold me tight with your seatbelt arms
i am hammock swing
stardust cough
xylophone fingers
bruise easy rock swing
the meaning of yes
the language of whales
she doesn’t remember what we felt like together
she pauses like maybe i won’t see myself in hers
bones i shift
and the city deserts me deep
and indigo sky knuckle down nosebleed
i resorted to creating new memories with you
by looking at old photographs
and pretending i had been in them
glove compartment hawk heart i pulled
sky captain kite punch like
you name me adventure
name me skip trunk keys scrape
name me stranger
like elevator kiss
like storm clouds
like hummingbird heartbeat
i said i like who i am as a person
and you pulled away
as if my skeleton wasn’t big enough to hold both of us
you wore apple core lips
like i should never be sad
that i spent all this time kissing someone who
didn’t want to be kissing me
as if i tasted like relief
like you wanted to cut me into your esophagus
and hush
like quiet city
like loves becoming a plea bargain
like spit me out as a watermelon seed
you say lets get married and name all of our children ribcage
i pull through her thumb locked
and aware of all the times she said apologizing would
just sound empty
and i whisper i hope if i’m getting old
it’s because you make time nonexistent
do not cantaloupe smile
do not flashlight heart
do not risk what you cannot promise on me
do not wear me like we are the same size
i’m building life with slice wounds on the bottom of me feet
deep enough to hide hopes in
so i can wear them into the ground
how to reach from my heart
so you don’t apple adam promises that
sound like
i never lied to you
i want you to teach me
to glow heartbeat
glow strong
glow windowpane
with blood in your
mouth like you thought climbing trees
could teach us to fight distance
remember to hold me
like you know how to shake
remember to keep everything at arms length
remember to palm scoop crayfish
remember to break me
like you know what you cared for about me
these are my confessions on a street corner
bent shattered and proud
I promise to never use words like always 
refer to you and I in the future tense 
or reveal wishes before they come true 
because every person I’ve ever loved 
has said I was the best thing 
that ever happened to them when they left me.


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Your Name Is Misery

Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true
For

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt and pain
I cannot shake you 
I try to run but you always catch me
I try to hide and you find me

Your Name Is Misery

You are the cause of my pain
I used to blame myself 
But lately I have found I am not the one to blame
I was a child
Innocent and helpless
when you took my dignity, my life my sanity

Your Name Is Misery

You have presented yourself in many forms
The school counselor who tried to violate me
The Father figure who molested me
The strangers who forced themselves on me
A gang paid to rape me
A Fiance who beat me 
And killed the child inside me
The voices that torment me

Your Name Is Misery

You have so many faces 
It would take my whole life to paint a picture of you
And quite frankly 
I don't want to waste my time on you
I just want to forget you

Your Name Is Misery

I wish I could get away from you
Break away from your grasp
Take away the control you have over me
I hate being under your spell
I hate the pain you constantly cause me 
I hate crying because of you
I hate the darkness you bring with you
Most of all 
I hate you

Your Name is Misery

That is no lie
There is no mistake 
You bring havoc, drama, and chaos 
All the things I despise 
I don't want you near me
I don't even want to look you in the eye

Your Name is Misery 

I am afraid of you 
I can't stand you 
most of all 
I am mad at you 
for you have made my life a living hell
But no more 
I am cutting you out 
I have never wanted you around
It is high time 
I got rid of you 
It's time to stand my ground
I am going to take you down
I don't need you
I never want to see you 
Get out of my life 
For I am not going to let you bring me down
You are not welcome here 

Your Name Is Misery

By: Jean Shular


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When You Fall For The Wrong One

I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d imagined or had planned
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
As crazy as it sounds, I still wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t take a moment back from us
I don’t regret the moments
When you told me everything
Won’t forget the side of you
That only I know
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
It’ll hurt one day, mark my words
One day when everything falls apart
When she breaks your heart
One day you’ll reach for me
You’ll see me in your dreams
But I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
But I’ll be gone…
I’ll be gone…


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Death be Justice

Death be Justice, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

Stranger you are
Known to me through a split second
Glimpse of your criminal action
Story told by the Whiteman
Hundreds shout your name
Hundreds place faith upon the “great nation”
Hundreds failed to notice your color
Gender
Guilty not by your true actions
Guilty in the name of your color
Gender
Stranger you are
Known to me through a split second
Yet, not a stranger
A story recycle, previously heard
Watched by few yet many
Drained voices, songs of desperation
Faulty process disguise as justice
Louder the lies told
Lady of Justice refuses to listen
Set up by Public Attorneys; poor people’s guilty brand
Murder actions supported, celebrated, acknowledge in the name of Red, White and Blue
Legal; neither immoral nor unethical
Death be justice in the hand of Lady Justice


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What Must I Do

What does it take?
To find what we search for,
and, even harder, to keep it?
What must we do?

I seek no endless glory,
I do not desire that my name be sung
down through the ages
or even remembered by more than a few.

I seek no greater affluence,
I do not desire that my name be known
as a merchant's, a rich man's,
hopefully just comfortably well-off.

I seek no pile of women,
I do not desire that my name be screamed
in the throes of passion
by ones who shall forget it thereafter.

I seek no store of power,
I do not desire that my name be heralded
as one of influence on others,
on anything much more than my own life.

The one thing I seek is companionship;
I do desire that my name be shared
with one to talk to and be near,
one to walk the winding ways of this world with me.

What does that take?
To find happiness with my other,
and to keep the fire alive?
What must I do?


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Dignity and infraction

I dip the tip of quill
deep in my hearts inkpot
and cross my name with blood
out the record I got.
My name will not be found
in the book of passion.

I wish I could erase
my desires madness.
But how forget the past
if remaining sadness
still painful hurts my soul?
Rainbows turn to ashen.

The open gates to dreams
tempting and forbidden
are with repentance closed.
I will keep them hidden,
ask pardon for my flaw,
fighting my dispassion.


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Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide.
Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside.
Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies,
Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes.
Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears,
Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers.
No presents or joy in this household upon this night.
Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight.
Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink.
No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think.
Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more,
No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score.
Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared,
Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired.
She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away.
While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay.
Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light.
Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright.
Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys.
Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys 
I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first.
Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst,
Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try,
This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry.
Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy.
My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy.
Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes.
I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries.

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242

Your name is 242

Says the yellow paper
At the end of a patient pen
And ballpoint Checkmark 
Readied with fingers, anxious
 to continue shuffling
A deck of cards
Of which I am one
Or 242
But in any case,
zero

Because with one to ten on a scale
 I usually fail around
The part where I protest
That my dress fits me all wrong
And when this lipstick, which is present for 
Each song, each cursory choice
tries to make the air
A bit more pleasant 
and make me seem 
A bit more forgetful
Instead of consciously wrong-
THAT
Is where I fall

My heart is a little less numb
and little more dumb than it should be
But I guess a couple more hits
Is always what it will be
And a couple more scars
Will make me what I should be

I don’t want to be lovely
I want you to love me
Even half-heartedly I’ll stay
If for a moment I won’t be zero
But a name under your 
Ballpoint hand

But I am only lovely
on the tip of a needle
And each side is sharp
So, where the sharp side may fall
So will I, blood in my eyes pounding
To get out, but there only be

242
 tears
To cry


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Existential storytelling

“I heard a note once,.”  Charles said with conviction and bass from his gut.
Every night with chuck we reached this point ,
Existential storytelling, usually after four drinks or eight drinks.
Talking about government and it’s corrupt nature, the idiocy and beauty of religion,
And even the joy and sorrow of love, tonight’s ramble is brought to you by our 
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Taking a slight sip of some brown alcohol Charlie smiled  and giggled, 
putting his drink down with one hand 
and covering his smile with the other wiping away the dribble of “Tela “from his chin. 
“One that sung strong and proud”
Than he kind of shifted himself for comfort
With raspy sad reflective tones he stopped all our babble
With whiskey staring off into space or the wall
The side of me that is more romantically inclined would like to 
Think at the time  he could  still hear this sound 
in the dead silent pauses in between speech 
“It’s funny, as I heard it was like it was already there
And the horn just reminded me to listen.;
A single note sad and sweet.
Walking the line of beauty and horror
A sadness only heard by those reminded
By some brass and a girl.”
We all sat and took this in silence
There weren’t that many of us,
Just four drunks and a bartender (I should of rounded up to five)
In a dimly lit wood paneled dive both happy and sad.
 I asked.
“What was the name of that song?” they all chuckled
 as the young one sat in awe of all the others .
I was shammed by  there disbelieve of my lack of comprehension 
“Hey chuck, name that tune.” 
They all chuckled a little more and shook there heads.
As the bartender filled our cup Charles lowered his head close to me grinning 
 Perking up as he told me, 
“Hey man, there ain’t no name foe that song, well there is but it’s different for 
everyone.”
“??” I responded with my hand out in a “what the ?” manner. 
“I’m telling you the song is the same for everyman but it has a different name for 
everyman too!” 
stopping to sip once again and my receive response. 
“Ok, Ok, I guess” I responded  still with a slight  ignorance in my voice.
I could see there was love and pause as he stopped to crack the silence . 
“The birth of my daughter” 
I shrunk, no really I did, to such a tiny proportion 
that I could stand in the barstool jump for my drink and fall violently to my death.. 
Frozen and tiny I sang up to him “I must of missed that one!”
The room exploded.


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once

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A



And his mother hung it on the kitchen door


That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.


Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.


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My Saddest Song

In this I tale to all my tale
of the life that I’ve been through 
And if I write this tale of life
Then the tale I write be true
And if found false beyond reasonable dought
may all my name be cursed
For I tell this tale with all my word
and what left my word be worth
In truth I write in sincerest hopes 
that of it you may read
Though I pray you hold no sorrow dew
for no sorrow is due to me
The time has past that alas
my heart be lost at sea
For the tide at last has freed me of my past
my selfishness and greed
And all it left is a broken glass
that reflects my sorrow and grief 
As the fall does turn the trees to bare
upon the fall of the final leaf 
A vacant field of smoldering ash
from the casualties former flame
Is all that’s left to gaze upon
upon the battle plane
And as I lift my eyes to gaze 
and reflect on the lands fall
The coldest grievance echoes through my head
saying I could’ve stopped it all
The distant words of an old negro spiritual
begin to recite inside of me
Oh what peace we often forfeit
oh what needless things we meet
And should be should scapegoat
on what alter may our faults bare
For all this do for we do not take
everything to god in prayer
Though always I hold these words in my heart
and of them I do believe
My faith bareith not enough to trust
for my faith be incomplete
Though complete enough to sustain in you that I do believe
that you know the level of my faith therefore you won’t deliver me
And in this I bare my deepest woe
for in you my last hope lies
For the angels that were all once hear to stay
have to all my grievance died
And name the murderer who sins
name the committer of these deeds
And in that name my heart doth break
for the murderer is me
So now as I stare at the dead war grounds
of what use to be my home 
I hum the tune of the beast Jawloon 
for it be my SADDEST SONG


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love that was never spoken

there once was a girl
her name was Jaelyn
she liked this boy
his name is Jason
the only thing is
they're best friends
they had been since 3rd grade
they hung out every day
and they never fought
then one day
the truth came out
they were at the park
just hanging out
Jaelyn looked up
into his eyes
and she got lost
her thoughts turned into words
"I LOVE YOU"
her eyes got wide
as she realized what she said
and she ran off
that night
Jason tried to call her
but she never anserd
so he went to her house
her parents said that she hadn't been home
they were all worried
the next day the police showed up
she had been in an accident
there was nothing they could do
they found a note in her poket
it said
 dear: Jason
    I'm sorry for today. we have been friends for seven years and i'm sure you don't like
me that way. I LOVE YOU, bye 
tears started rolling down his face
and he said
"I LOVE YOU TO"


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sweet diseption

i see a smile on ur face but i kno whats really there 
only sorrow and pain that fills the air 
you breath in the pain suck it deep inside yourself 
but you choke on what you taste the sweet diseption of hate
the pain inside it seeps into my vains threatening my every breath
 weakening my every step 
far and far and far away i see what you dont see 
my god yes i hear the voices calling me 
screaming name calling out for me reaching scratching 
at what i only wish you could see
sweet diseption calling my name sweet diseseption its all but a game


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What Shall He Be Called, the Bastard Who Innocently Lies Wit



Not every woman’s dream 
 	of procreation 

can be fulfilled;

not every woman dreams
	of procreation, 

her body thrilled.

But loved and lovers’ inclinations – 
	recreation
not 	re-creation – 
cannot, will not be stilled.

until

one day

intervention
bypassed her – 

she –  unplanned –  filled
her womb with him – 

left herself swelled, ahh – 
	SWOLLEN
swooned with him
inside her womb within

where unnamed seed
became
a named existence: But what?
	CHARLES WALLACE
	for example
from L’Engle’s Wrinkle?
	DAVID for a King
or Copper field?
	JOHN for having been begotten
DON, but not forgotten?
	BILL, for Will that Shakespeare geek?
or anything from A      to        ZEKE?

AHHH, “But what’s in a name,”
said Juliet to her Romeo, 
as they wooed before they wed, 
then lived too fast, a mortal blow
by Fate, so Willy said.

But HE and SHE should have a say,
together name the child
meaningful – not wild –
a name for life
from birth through final day.

SHE lay alone by night
		and more alone by day
			since “Daddy” went away;
		she wouldn’t play
his childish show of might

as in: Stay?  I might!
Pregnant?
Good Night!

He left with stormy words
and even louder silence
whose echoes shake the very walls
within where 
whatever-his-name-will-be
is growing
no one knowing
what to call him yet.
No names are set.

Twelve weeks are gone
		somewhere
and Baby what’s-his-name
still asking (in his silent way)
“What’s my name, Mommy?
Don’t you have a clue?
  I need a name, my Mommy, dear.
It’s up to me and you 
since Daddy’s gone, I hear,”

	She  heard his voice 
through pumping 
of his little heart
with hers
offering his private choice
a conversation of love
two ways instead of three,
the father gone 
and he inside, said she.

The trochee beat, TRO chee, TRO chee
kept repeating
kept repeating
kept repeating
till the trochee names appeared
by all the saints with Michael in the lead,
her father smiling, his name upon her seed.

Today she lies contemplative
no heartbeat more than hers – inside – 
no breath than hers to breathe the same – 
not since the night the child died
before the coming of the morn – 
the dawn of day he should be born – 
and none on whom to cast the blame.

A quiet muse just pens the words
the rhythm of the tone that girds
the spirit of sweet Michael’s name.
In life or death he is the same:
before he lived, his life was done
though lives he still, her darling son,
for evermore in memory
in poetry eternally.


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love that was never spoken

there once was a girl
her name was jaelyn
she liked this boy
his name is jason
the only thing is
they're best friends
they had been since 3rd grade
they hung out every day
and they never fought
then one day
the truth came out
they were at the park
just hanging out
jealyn looked up
into his eyes
and she got lost
her thoughts turned into words
"I LOVE YOU"
her eyes got wide
as she realized what she said
and she ran off
that night
jason tried to call her
but she never anserd
so he went to her house
her parents said that she hadn't been home
they were all worried
the next day the police showed up
she had been in an accident
there was nothing they could do
they found a note in her poket
it said
 dear: jason
    I'm sorry for today. we have been friends for seven years and i'm sure you dont like
me that way. I LOVE YOU, bye 
tears started roling down his face
and he said
"I LOVE YOU TO"


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RUNAWAY

I runaway from all no time to be blinded.
I runaway so maybe one day I will Know what I decieded.
I runaway in order to maintain stability.
I runaway only gain more ability.
I runaway from one city to the next so I maintain sanity.
I runaway from all  so none of them can understand or even if they do to scared of 
me the will one day realize that they had secrets mine were bigger.
I runaway because they all make me pull the trigger.
I runaway because as twisted as my sister she was my  blood.
I runaway because they see now how they entered my hood.
I runaway from me because somewhere ina ll this I lost who I am,who am I.(I 
FORGOT I KILLED MYSELF). 
i runaway from myself because in her name I am dead but, she lives.
I runaway from myself my fame my money because I am dead so is it.
I RUNAWAY BECAUSE I AM DROWNDING IN ALL THEESE LIVES WHO AM I 
NOBODYS GIVES A THRILL
I RUNAway keeping my secrets to the family so I can again play this game my 
name is my name is??????????????/ I FORGOT NOW CAN THE REAL ME BE 
FREEE EVER
I runaway because I am gone forever!


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love that was never spoken

there once was a girl
her name was jaelyn
she liked this boy
his name is jason
the only thing is
they're best friends
they had been since 3rd grade
they hung out every day
and they never fought
then one day
the truth came out
they were at the park
just hanging out
jealyn looked up
into his eyes
and she got lost
her thoughts turned into words
"I LOVE YOU"
her eyes got wide
as she realized what she said
and she ran off
that night
jason tried to call her
but she never anserd
so he went to her house
her parents said that she hadn't been home
they were all worried
the next day the police showed up
she had been in an accident
there was nothing they could do
they found a note in her poket
it said
 dear: jason
    I'm sorry for today. we have been friends for seven years and i'm sure you dont like
me that way. I LOVE YOU, bye 
tears started roling down his face
and he said
"I LOVE YOU TO"


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The Visit

Today as I visit ~ this place of grass and stone
I trace your name ~ as I stand here alone
In the air I smell the presence ~ of a cold winter rain
Each visit I make ~ causes heartbreaking pain
Dark clouds move in ~ and the sky turns black
I kneel down and cry ~ as the rain pounds my back

I see white roses ~ placed beside a white stone
The pureness of innocence ~ their aroma alone
A streak of lightning ~ flashes across the dark sky
Lighting images on this field ~ as my eyes start to cry
I stare at the marble ~ feeling lost by myself
As an image of you ~ passes by with a smile

A cool breeze blows in ~ as snowflakes start to fall
Goosebumps take their toll ~ as the cool air turns raw
I look to the sky ~ with tears in my eyes
I call out your name ~ in whispering cries
As an emotion of delight ~ sends me what I crave
I return my sight ~ on the stone and the grave

As my visit ends ~ I kneel and kiss the stone
Then I wade through the snow ~ to my car all alone
Looking back I see ~ two footprints below
There side by side ~ There in the snow
As I enter the highway ~ I feel your presence dissapear
Whispering I love you ~ as I shed a tear


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Little Marker

we found your little stone page and just stared.
reading the name over  and over until  it blurred.
you were here and gone in that one time of april
struggling to breathe, but you just weren't able, now
above this plotted spot, you've risen, and we know that 
to be so, yet our gaze is still on your name that is written..


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A Prayer in the time of need

Something happened today that I couldn't believe
that's why I'm down on my knees
saying this prayer and asking Jesus 
please forgive me.

Jesus,I come before you now
knowing that I'm not on holy ground
I ask that you move away 
all my sins,so my family
will love me once more
and again.

Jesus all I can do right now is cry
because my mother taught 
me never to tell a lie 
but I deceived her by talking 
to this guy,but I know I was wrong
and I told a lie.

Jesus please help me because I'm in need
of your guidance....but right now I'm 
in silence.I don't believe they care 
about me anymore and your love is what I 
need you to restore.So right now Jesus I 
confess with my mouth that you are the father 
and I need your healing because what I'm believing
right now,I don't know if it will soon be leaving.

Jesus in Psalms it explains 
that you saved me because you are 
the God of truth it was true I 
know because if it wasn't you
wouldn't have let them beat you 
or place the crown of thorns 
around your head or on Calvary cross all the 
blood you shed.

You said in 3 days 
you would rise,know Jesus your 
words have come to past 
and you are alive.I ask this 
prayer in the name of the Father,the name of 
the Son,and the name of the Holy Spirit,I
pray that you give my faith 
and keep me near it.



                                        


   Amen


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the price

You left that night not knowing the outcome
After going to a party you wouldn't be home from
You had a few drinks what was I to say
Who knew you where throwing your life away
You got in your car and started to drive away
What a way to spend your last day
I got a call saying something was wrong
Your heartbeat faint, your pulse almost gone
The doctor came and said there was nothing they could do
They tried hard but he didn't pull through
There's a cross now to silently tell the story
As that day's memories fade into history
Your name in a book of deaths for that year
I'm sure everyone knows that name written with a tear
The price we had to pay was much too high
Maybe if you knew the cost you wouldn't of had to die
You could have taught me so much if you were still alive
Though you still taught me to not drink and drive


Details | Romanticism | |

IT HURTS HER SO

SHE WAS BUT A CHILD
A FINE BONNY GIRL
UNTIL SHE HEARD THESE SAD WORDS

HE HATES HER SHE SAID
AS SHE LAY UNDER THE BED
HIDING FROM WORDS
THAT HER MOTHER SAID

WHEN SHE WAS TEN
SHE PLAYED IN THE TREE
LOOKING FOR LOVE
WITH A HOPEFULL PLEA

THIRTEEN SHE BECAME
STUPID AND INANE
ONLY PLAYING WITH BOYS
WAS SHE INSANE

FIFTEEN WAS THE DAY
THAT PLAYED ON HER MIND
OH WHY OH WHY IS EVERYONE UNKIND

THEN A MAN CAME A STALKING
BUT DID THE LOVE COME A WALKING
OH NO HE HATED HER SO

THEN NEXT SHE WAS UNHAPPY
SHE MUST HAVE BEEN BLIND
NO WHERE COULD SHE GO
TO HEAR I LOVE YOU SO

BRUTAL AND WICKED
HER LIFE NOW BECAME
DRINKING AND DRUGS
THEY SAID SHE IS TO BLAME

PRISON OH DEAR
HOW SAD SHE IS NOW
THEN SUDDENLY SHE HEARS
HER NAME OH SO SLOW

MY DARLING MYLOVE 
YOUR DIFFERENT YOU KNOW
TO HEAR MY NAME WAS SUCH A BLOW

OF COURSE IM DIFFERENT 
AS I GOT OUT OF JAIL
I THINK IM GOING TO LIVE
TO TELL MY TALE

A LONG TIME HAS GONE BY
IF ONLY ID KNOWN
HOW QUICKLY MYLIFE
HAS FLOWN AND FLOWN

IV MET A GOOD WOMAN
I LOVE HER SO MUCH
BUT MY PAST MAY COME BACK
AND DESTROY ALL MY TRUST

SHALL I TELL MY LOVE 
ALL THATI HAVE DONE
WILL THIS SPOIL MY HEART
THAT WAS SOARING LIKE A DOVE

SHE ANSWERS MY LOVE
YOUR HEART IS MINE
DON’T TELL ME A LOT AND WE WILL BE FINE

YOUR SECRETS ARE YOURS
AND I LOVE YOU SO
WHATEVER YOU HAVE DONE
NO ONE WILL KNOW

SO NEVER DESPAIR
AND TRUST IN YOUR LOVE
YOUR TIME IS PRECIOUS
AND SO IS GOD ABOVE.

Lynne Ireland.editor 

 
 

 
 


Details | Lyric | |

Love, Mom

when i woke up and saw the note
laying on my end table
i wished so hard that when i flipped it over
that when i flipped it over
the name on the back following
the message and love
wasnt "mom"

But again i'm alone and again
i got slapped
right across where i did just the last
time that
i thought somebody
maybe just anybody
was thinkin of me
and considering caring 'bout me.

Again i wake up but this time i see you
right across where id seen you before
and you told me bout your thoughts 
and you told me what happened
and how we couldn't be seeing eahc other anymore

And im right back where i started 
all over again
bleeding again
from these eyes of pain
and mending again
these scars of the past
that will never fade away,
you will never fade away


when i woke up and saw the note
laying on my end table
i wished so hard that when i flipped it over
that when i flipped it over
the name on the back following
the message and love
wasn't you


Details | Narrative | |

Night terror

Walking in the trees one day
I watched the weather change
A figure approached
White as a ghost, with a hand behind his back
Walking at angles odd to me
And humming a tune of sorrow
Trekking to a meadow of gloom
And daring me to follow

Looking up from his path, whispering
A lungful of wrath spent
"Mutter my name if you wish to stay"
"My name today, is Mister Grey"
Thinking on this turn of time
And the Hell that lay behind
"Mister Grey, what is the secret you guard so dear
in the palm behind your back?"
And I became seized
Seized by a site strange as could be
Mister Grey trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me

"Follow brother, swallow, see, and breathe this tale of agony"
And when I feel to stare beyond
The prison of stars, just to see
It stares back, with gavel and hammer
In a manner the same as he
If never a better time should come
To hold an impulse and control it
Spiral down the bounding stairs
To darkness at  its fullest
And fear to see inside myself, compelling me to follow

I forsake and answer for a knowing look
And traced his step
To where the outline stood
A house, a house was built
Standing tall and still
On pins and needles, against its will
Standing on the step inside
Mister Grey stopped to speak
Mister Grey Trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me
"This is my home, it is my own, I never loved the family"
"Building walls over walls, getting hotter still the smell surrounds me"
"Shallow graves engraved in clay underneath the boards"
"Fight the fires of the gore, hitting harder hold the bottle steady"
"I weild the blade of God, I made from my hand"
"I stared into the pit tonight, the best dream I ever had"

Thinking on this feeling
And looking to my hand
If the world is a prison
Then life is a sentence
Save for the power to let this go
And drop the will of the guilty
Mister Grey trembled and shook
But his eyes smiled at me

A memory, not of mine
Sent for me like a smack of spite
The face in the river asks for a kiss
And im obliged to deliver


Details | Free verse | |

The Lifer

The Lifer
Eye feel so sorry for someone that cares for only work and cannot have a little fun 
it seems so sad to me they cannot use the world to live or love but robot only 
seems to me a fate as worse as any death has come to those in work zones he 
looked for all the world a sad sad man when he said there is only work related 
things allowed on his bulletin board in the work zone land. He has helped me 
many times but now he told me with his eyes that eye am just a cipher in his life 
he died when he signed up for cash a lifer stuck upon the number given him 
when job was given name a number in the zone a lifeless thing a lifer come to 
stay how many gentle readers have the number or the name just like the lifer 
man the game is god the thing is done now no new information in the lifer zone 
allowed. No Soul.


Details | Couplet | |

her soul unNamed

  She doesn't have a name you say?
I didn't know they came that way,

I think she thought she nearly knew
her name was something bright and true

like marigolds and poppy seeds
it doesn't matter..............
what she needs,
is so much more than just a name,
she needs to try to be the same,
as that young girl in mauve and blue,
who lived to fall in love with you.

  who draped her sweet sad soul around,
the closest thing to hope she found,
who shaved her head to make to make your coat,
who tied her dreams around your throat,

who drew you pictures of the flight 
of angels through the dead of night,

Go back and tell her you regret,
the things you did,she can't forget,

nameless now forevermore,
an undeserving metaphor
for those you threw out in the rain,

innocence...............
thy name is
pain.


Details | I do not know? | |

STUCK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS

THIERS A DAGGER IN WHITCH A HEART CAN’T DEFY OR WITH AN EYE TO CRY.
THE HURT IS STUCK BETWEEN THE WORD GOOD BYE.
I HAVE A HUNGER WITH A NEED THAT CANNOT LIE.
I’M FEEDING FEELINGS THAT CONTINUE TO DIE.
I HIDE BEHIND A SMILE BECOMING A DISCISE, AS THE RIVER IN HIS EYES BECOMES A TIDE.

I KNOW ITS NOT FAIR LEADING HIM ALONG WITH FEELINGS I DON’T BARE.
THIERS SO MUCH I CANNOT SHARE AND I DON’T DARE.
HE SLEEPS AT NIGHT WHILE I STAY AWAKE AND ACHE FOR A FEELING THAT JUST WON’T BRAKE.
WHEN HE CALLS MY NAME IN HIS SLEEP I SHAKE.

I WISH I FEEL WHAT I DON’T
BUT I CAN’T AND WON’T
YOU ALREADY HAVE MY HEART,
EVEN IF OUR LIVES ARE MILES APART.
I LOVE YOU MORE
THAN THE ONE I TRY TO ADORE.
WHY CAN’T HE SUBSTITUTE A NEED FOR YOU?
WHY CAN’T I FEEL FOR HIM THE WAY I FEEL FOR YOU?
I’M AT ME KNEES,
WRIST IN HOLY PLEAS.
I KNOW HE SEES.

I CAN’T PRETEND IT’S NOT YOUR NAME I SAY AT NIGHT,
OR THAT I’M NOT GIVING IN TO THIS FIGHT.
HE HAS TO WEEP.
I’M WAY TO DEEP.
SO MANY EMOTIONS I WANT TO KEEP.
PLEASE LEAVE MY MIND.
HE DESEARVES A LOVE THAT’S NOT BLIND
AND SOMEONES WHOS PAST IS LEFT BEHIND.
I’M STUCK BETWEEN TO HEARTS, OF WHAT USE TO
AND WHAT IS NOW, AND ITS TARING ME APART.


Details | I do not know? | |

DREAM

EVERY SECOND OF THE DAU I WISH YOU WERE HERE
SO I WOULD NEVER STRAY.

EVERYDAY I PLEADE AND PRAY FOR TO COME BACK
AND FANILY STAY.

I ASK GOD WHY HE TOOK YOU AWAY, BUT I NEVER
GET AN ANSWER. SO I STRAY DRINKING IT UP
HOPEING MY PAIN WILL SOON GO AWAY.

I LOOK UP AT THE SKY JUST AS A SHOOTING 
STAR FLY'S BY. I WISH YOU WERE HERE AND MY
PAIN WOULD GO AWAY, BUT THEN SOON AFTER 
WISHING GOD WOULD JUST TAKE MY LIFE 
AWAY.

I TRY TO IMAGINE YOU ARE HERE AND JUST 
EXALTY WHAT I WOULD SAY...

WHY WEREN'T YOU AT THE COURTHOUSE THAT DAY?
I WOULD HAVE NEVER SINGED THOSE PAPERS THAT 
TOOK MY LIFE AWAY.

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO COME AND 
TAKE ME AWAY. 

MY FUTURE IS GRIM AND MY HEART IS GRAY. I SEE
YOU IN THE CEMERATRY, I CALL YOUR NAME BUT 
YOU DON'T ANSWER.

I RUN TO YOUR SIDE AND FALLTO THE GROUND. 
AS I READ ALOUD MY NAME ON THE STONE I 
SCREAM GOD I'M SORRY PLEASE TAKE ME HOME.

THEN WAKE UP SCREAMING IN MY ROOM, WITH HER 
BY MY SIDE TELLING EVERYTHING WILL BE 
ALRIGHT.

BUT I KNOW IT BECAUSE YOUR NOT HERE
AND NO MATTER WHAT I DO OR WHAT I SAY MY
HURT AND MY PAIN WILL NEVER GOAWAY.



Details | I do not know? | |

HIV

HIV they say that's your name 
So who's the blame 
Who created this awful name 
Your weak to me can't you see 
You'll never be apart of me 
I have a voice to make a choice 
To protect myself from someone else 
Condoms are free for you and me 
Don't be a victim of society 
Make the choice and be the voice 
And protect yourself from someone else 
Be wise in what you do 
So HIV won't enter you 


Details | I do not know? | |

Sacrifice

I name these vessels
My lonely freedom
Their destination
Confiding in demons

I paint an eyeless
Returning feeling
The arms that hold me
My evil’s kneeling

I write for downpour
Regret this shelter
I cry before her
But hide forever

I torture my past
The things that made me
A child that died for
Something they won’t see

A man that’s faceless
Prays that we all burn
The son that witnessed
Has fading concern

I name these vessels
My only freedom
The hands of angels
Burn for my demons


Details | Free verse | |

One Man's Fridays

This stool is so comfortable at the end of the bar
Never needing to look up, the barkeep knows my request
With the bills sprayed out before me, the drinks keep coming

Quietly, I would sit at Jake’s bar each Friday evening
Minding my own business, until this killer of a woman
Came through the door and took the stool next to me
Her name was Adelaide, an old-fashioned name
And so appropriate, as she drank her old-fashioneds
She was stunning, from head to toe, adorned in the best
One would think she was the richest in the world
One would be wrong.

She got to talking one evening with me and I could see
She wasn’t at all what she appeared to be or tried to portray
She had a need to be there at this bar, as I
Her life was rough, abusive father, mother died young.
She lived with and aunt who tried her best,
But it came a little too late in life.
She had her share of abusive relationships 
and needed to forget them, the past.

My name? 
Well it is of no importance as I am just a prop within the story
She said I had a great ear and seeing me each week brought joy
I cannot lie, I started to enjoy our time together each week
Each Thursday evening I would get my attire ready for the next day
Thinking, possibly, for one moment, it would please her
Each Friday, like clockwork, she arrived, she sat, we talked
We, for a brief moment in the span of a lifetime, shared something

Fridays come each week and months have passed since her last visit
I read in the paper some time ago about an untimely accitdent
Between a New York City taxi and a pedestrian
Her name was mentioned once
Listed as not having any next of kin, sad
It didn’t even make the front page, just a blurb on a latter page
She was definitely more than that, to me anyway

This stool is so comfortable at the end of the bar
Never needing to look up, the barkeep knows my request
With the bills sprayed out before me, the drinks keep coming