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Long poem by Neldy Jolo | Details |

THE CRAFT CAN CAPTURE IT

Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me with Assalamu alaykum.
And kung personal Moro friends ko naman ito 
They know I don't criticize Moro leaders
I always leave that to them to criticize their leaders
According to my friends baka nasa gubyerno or something
Next time I'll write na lang about the sea and the palm trees and the beaches 

Pray and pray nalang para walang provocation
ako nga ang daming nag-message sa akin nagalit sa issue ng Sabah standoff
Ikaw pa kaya na wala namanng masama na sinabi dun
Alam mo ‘buti na lang you verbalized that kasi iniisip ko rin ‘yun
I know you have reasons and you know better kaya; I just read your posts
I don’t have to go against parties kasi both have rights
And the issue must be solved

Wala, kasi sa akin kundi independence lamang ang kailangan
May ganyan din kasing realities? 
Minsan you are being asked or expected to take sides
Yes, my side is peace – with peace is independence
Yes, I heard that sa dating Jabidah Massacre celebration
Somebody said that, “Walang kapayapaan kasi walang kalayaan”
And that is very universal, kapatid.

Moro or non-Moro and writing should always geared towards humanity
That’s why for me it “anti-humanity” if you will not listen 
Or suppress when somebody will talk about freedom.
That’s the problem with Filipinos, they don't listen.
Kasi the leaders may sarili ring interests.

How do you see being Filipino?
Ako, it's a cage, Filipino nationalism 
Agenda ng mga oligarchs and landowners 
Filipino nationalism is violence against Muslims and lumads
Kasi ‘pag ako ang tatanunginmo I will never say I am Filipino
Because Tausug it’s not a name but an identity...
I understand but kaunti na lang kayo

Ako sasabihin ko na I am a Filipino but I have reservations
When I was a teenager hindi ako tumatayo ‘pag Lupang Hinirang
ngayon tumatayo na kasi napapaaway ang mga kasama ko sa sinehan
Yes and identity should be critically assessed and examined.
Kaya if they say Filipino ang mga Tausug masakit sa aking loob
But not all, kapatid. try mo pumunta sa Manila
Yung mga Moro na malalapit sa mga institusyon ng Pilipinas
Bakit iba ang Moro at ibang ang Tausug
kaya sila naging Moro at masaya na tawaging Moro 

May identity na naiiba sa Filipino
Pinag-aaralan ko rin yan and ino-observe ‘yung pag-yield sa 'Filipino'
‘Will give Filipinos a disservice
Because it is tantamount to be an accomplice to a corrupt system
And this system is the one that oppresses Muslims
At alam natin ang Tausug di lamang taga-Sulu
Pati Bisayan, Tausug din

As much as possible I am trying to make my writings 'away' 
Away from Filipino nationalism
That's the right way for me and my writing
I will ask first, “How it is to be human?” 
At super last na ang, “How to be a Filipino” 
And the Bangsamoro struggle is the greatest critique to the violence
And failures of Filipino nationalism

Ang problema kasi kaya di successful ang Bangsamoro struggle
Dahil nagdadala sila ng pangalan na di naman originally sa kanila
How come ang pangalan ko ay Abdul sa rights
Gagamitn ko ang Juan para sa aking bayan?
Kaya war of ideas ito and alam mo naman sa akin, ‘pag ideas 
And perspectives walang kompromiso and peace talks 

I do not compromise my language, my craft and myself, my writing
Filipino is an imagined nation, as well as Bangsamoro
Bakit di natin magamit ang orignal nation natin 
Na based sa Sulu archipelago and Mindanao
Yes, actually diyan ako papunta - papunta

Bakit hindi i-Bangsamoro-ized ang buong Filipinas?
It doesn’t mean na i-convert ang Pilipinas 
But the spirit, the struggle it should mean something to Filipinos
It should kasi ang dami na nagbuwis ng buhay
Kaya ko pa na tanggapin kung Maharlika

‘Yan ang gusto kong ma-achieve: Filipinos should listen to Moros
Siyempre marami pang madidiscover along the way
Indeed. Ikaw ba ‘pag sasabahin ko na ‘Tausug’ ano ang maiisip mo?
Tausug is Moro and Moro for me is something that predates 'Filipino'
But now, I would like to know the concept of “Lupah Sug”
I want to know it, I think there are more and beyond Moro on it

Before ‘Moro’ was named to Mindanao and Sulu people
It was first name to Aceh people, Melaka, Brunei and then Manila
Sulu and Mindanao were the last places to have been called the name ‘Moro’
Sulu archipelago was united under the name Sulu archipelago 
The name of people is Tausug. 
Tausug is composed of different ethnics:
Arab, Banjar, Dampuan, Buranun etcetera.
The concept of Sulu as part of dar al islam 
Is already a nation and state 
Where the government is the people and itself headed by sultan or raja

Yes, and I would like to feel this from the ordinary Tausugs when I get there
I would like to experience this from ordinary Tausug and on from place itself.
In the hinterland of Jolo, their laws still on the ground not of Philippine law

I believe in narratives
I want to hear and feel this from the place and from the people.
And then capture it; I have these thoughts 
That Lupah Sug has something that the Moro concept does not have
And it’s a bit metaphysical but sige lang.

I know my craft can capture it.
I think there is a language that can capture it 
And specific craft that can carry its soul
Not fictionalize but put it in a form like a novel or a narrative
Which have their own logic and truths as crafts.






This poem is made after the conversation and sharing with Filipino writer Rogelio Braga who also serves as the editor of the poem. He is currently in Mindanao, travelling and writing; he will then proceed to Sulu Archipelago soon. 2:28PM, 19 March 2013, Facebook Chat across Sulu Sea!


Long poem by Matt Ancient | Details |

FREEDOM OF THE PRESS

ABOUT   THE   PRESS


The media, the press was established as an institution to fight for humanity and human right as well. To serve as a mediator between the people underground and the so called ruling class, thus between those at top and those at low, the rich and the poor, and that checking and balancing government. But this was not the case; the media was discriminatory, barbaric, partial and selfish. For instance what one could describe as glorious in Africa is always portrait as mysterious by the press. They always ignored the good things about Africa, Arabia, Latin America etc, and created a monster out of them, made them inferior in the eyes of the world, as if they were not part of the world or the human society. Whiles other mysterious things which happened in the west were hidden. For instance there were foolish monarchs in Europe who were spending lavishly on stupid things and billions on issues like toppling of other leaders in the Middle East, Africa, south Asia and Latin America; they spend on luxuries, expensive royal weddings and ceremonies and so on. Whiles women and children were suffering in Africa, Asia and Latin America. But the media kept quit and were always criticizing Africa, china, Arabia, and Latin Americas of being undemocratic. Even animals were given media attention than what a fellow man from other part of the world could do. Because of racism, where one comes from, the religious group he belongs to, and was seen as minority in the human society, and was always ignored and abused. They then protect the image of politicians, religious leaders and so called rich men in the society and ignored those who really needed their help because they were poor. Instead of being there for the poor, they took bribes from politicians, for they were selfish and greedy in gaining and taught about them selves alone, they does that to please these so called ruling class in other to win awards and rewards at the end, if one fall as a victim then he deals with that alone, but we all belongs to the human society, and all these human institutions are there for us all, but not for some group of people who claims to be the ruling class. Before one could become a leader, it is the same people who are seen as inferior, who chooses them and make them who they are. Nobody cares about anybody, the rich becomes richer and the poor, poorer, the main reason of the press is being undermined, because of corrupt, selfish character and evil deeds of other humans.  For instance whiles Osama Bin Laden was seriously criticized by the western media, and a price on his head for crimes against humanity, George Bush was walking freely like a supper hero without any court or the media questioning him for the humanitarian genocide, war crimes against humanity in the middle east, about the innocent people who died, those who were wounded, lost their families and homes. Just because he was the president of America, but the question is does anybody has the right to abuse or take the life of another, because of title or position one has? . The media always protect the so called ruling class instead of protecting the poor from these 'beast' which devour blood of innocent people. The media is never transparent, free and fair and it aim of establishment or it existence is undermined. They never criticized the alliance of the US, France and the UK for crimes against humanity, for the lives of innocent people who lost their lives in Libya, just because of the hate of one man, many has to die, they kept quit and the truth being hidden, even North Korea was not invaded for the possession of weapons of mass destruction, as for that it was negotiable, about the monarchs in Europe, as for that it was the gift of God. The ultimate principle is by being free and fair and that brings satisfaction. There is no God who wants some people to be kings and others to slaves. Whiles Palestine is criticized of crimes and violence, Israel was encourage by the western media for the lost of lives of innocent people who lives in Gaza, the war crimes against humanity, just because of Palestine being an Islamic nation, they are accused of terrorism, but Israel has the right to deny people of their right to live, because the name Israel is in the bible or can any one tell the reason behind such atrocities. Although terrorism was in existence and was evil, for many innocent people lost their lives because of these so called terrorist, and if this is evil and needs to be condemned, why then should government organizations causes crimes against humanity in the name of fighting against terrorist, moreover there were terrorist every where, does that also means NATO should lunch attack on the European nations because there might be terrorist there, for there is an evidence that the source of these war crimes and weapons of mass destruction are all caused by political and religious atrocities, but the media always ignore such fact and rather sing praises on western leaders, they does this to please the so called  ruling class in other to get awards and rewards. There were so many human right abuses going on, racial discrimination but the media kept quit so many times, especially if the victim comes from Latin America, Africa, Asia Arabia and so on. If the media will not sell it trust to politicians and so called ruling class, and they will be honest to themselves and all mankind, all sorts of corruption and abuses could have been seized and freedom achieved.


Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details |

Growing Up, La - Part 1 - Rev 4

- - - Chapter 1: Early Days - - - 

My father was a rich man, la, *
Though schooled in poverty, (1)  
As such he seldom raised his head, 
Displayed humility.
The center of the ‘Dust Bowl' years, 
Just thirty miles from home.
And children, seniors died from this
(Their lungs were clogged with loam) .

A huge tornado struck Woodward, (2)  
Destroying our downtown, 
It, cut a swath near one mile wide, 
Dad fought back, doubled down.(3)  
When storm had cleared, sky was fire red, 
Dad put me in the car, 
But roads were blocked in just three blocks, 
The world become bizarre! 
Barbed wire that penetrated trees, 
Homes cracked like eggs insides, 
Our home had grass blades drove like nails, 
Into its wooden sides.
The biggest storm in history, 
My dad was gone for days, 
Storm victims sleeping on our floor, 
The whole town in a daze.

Dad's rebuilt store, nicest in town, 
Our home ‘across the track, '(4)  
Attended too the poorest school, 
But did not suffer lack.
Appearance was Dad's calling card, 	
No pretense there to see, 
For ‘living too high on the hog, '(5)  
Caused bankers misery.
The school board melted to Mom's charm, 
(Or to her tongue of fire) , 
For with Dad's stature in the town, 
Few dared to risk her ire! 
Good teachers forced to leave rich schools, 
Complained it wasn't fair, 
Till they encountered Sis and I, 
And found that they could care.
That was my mother's legacy, 
And ‘ART' (6)   the air she breathed, 
Though slight she strongly stood her ground, 
Our future she bequeathed.
We did not know the difference, 
Just sometimes things were tough, 
Our clothing did set us apart, 
We always had enough.
There were some very poor kids there, 
The same clothes thru the week, 
Impoverished not just in clothes, 
But that which all men seek.		

I had a bike to ride around, 
Of course it was a Schwinn, 
And almost always home for lunch, 			
For Mom thought we were thin, 
With two desserts at every meal, 
(And Mom was quite a cook.)  
But if you didn't clean your plate, 
From Dad you got a look, 
The waste of food a mortal sin, 
A thump upon the ‘bean, '(7)  
Made every meal traumatic fare, 
And tears a daily scene.
My guess is Dad got worse than me, 
Depression's (8)   oldest child, 
I mourn the innocence he lost, 
That made his wrath seem mild.

Our parent's roles were well defined, 
My dad brought home the bread, 
My mom the joy of hearth and home, 
Dad's entrance met with dread.
My dad did most the punishments, 
But whippings weren't enough, 
We even weren't allowed to cry, 
To show we had the stuff! 
Small wonder romance frightened me, 
(So sure I'd be like him) , 
To challenge violence I feared, 
Chose music over gym.

Brian Johnston
August 20,2014

Poet's Notes: 
An auto-biographical look at family life impacted by both the American Great 
Depression  and the Dust Bowl years (1930-1950)   in the Mid-West, divided into 
Chapters. 
This is a work of love and homage to the courageous and desperate people who 
survived both. I hope that you enjoy it. New Chapters will be released as I complete 
them.

* When I was in the American Peace Corps in Tanzania, East Africa we had a group of 
7 surveying assistants that were always with us in the first year and that we became 
very close to. Their conversation was always sprinkled with 'la' and I thought it was 
kind of cute. Like they might say to me, 'Why don't we stop in this village for some 
food, la.' They used this word kind of like I use the word ‘OK' in casual conversation. 
'You've got food in your teeth, la.' I really enjoyed this idiosyncratic  affectation.

(1)   ‘poverty' - born in 1911, my father was just 19 years  old when ‘The Great 
Depression' hit the US economy. The Dust Bowl began shortly after.
(2)   Woodward, Oklahoma - the town that I grew up in.
(3)   ‘doubled down' - after Dad's business was destroyed completely by the tornado, 
he  doubled his efforts to be successful in Woodward, borrowing heavily from the 
local banks to do so.
(4)   'across the track' or 'wrong side of the tracks' referred to the part of town where 
poor people lived, frequently, but not always, meaning 'colored people' as well. In some 
towns no 'colored people' were allowed to live in the more prosperous 'white only' 
area. Some towns (like Woodward) had no Negros at all. I take that back. One black 
male did have a job shining shoes in the local 'Baker Hotel' but I think his home was 
in the country somewhere (He did not live in town).
(5)   'living too high on the hog' -  an idiom referring to people who have to have the 
most expensive things in life and buy them frequently on credit even though they 
can't really afford them.
(6)   ‘ART' - My mother was a gifted painter and wood carver, but even meals she 
prepared were done artistically. Art was always spelled with capital letters in her life! 
(7)   ‘thump on the bean' - to hit the offending child hard on the head with the 
knuckles of your closed fist.
(8)   'Depression' - Hard times, not mental issues. (Actually works both ways though 
I guess!)   Born the oldest of 3 brothers and one sister, my dad's father worked him 
hard and used a leather shaving strap to whip his boys when he was upset with them 
about anything. Grand Dad Johnston made my father seem like Florence Nightingale. 
I believe that he beat his wife as well (just a guess) .


Long poem by Princess Poetry | Details |

Tell Them

Tell Them

To all who have never known, it's time that you've been told. 


Tell the population to change its ways before these lost lives and souls are all in vain. 

Tell the girls to think long and hard before they let a man twice their age break their heart. Tell 

them to think about who they are and what they want to be before they choose to conceive. 

Tell the boys who think they're men to think and think again when fatherhood is calling their name and 

they're hanging their heads in debt and shame. 
 
Tell them what it's really like to go to school, then work three jobs or more to pay child support, then 

beg a stranger for a ten dollar gas tip to fill up their tank just get home at night and make the trip. 

Tell them that their parents were right when they go to sleep, crying themselves to sleep at night. 

Tell them their friends are traitors in disguise, watching and waiting for opportunities to tell them lies 

and sabotage their lives.  

Tell the preteen girls in every walk of education and life to take control of their lives and souls. Tell 

them it's okay to tell the teenage boys that no means no. 

Tell them that being different is something to be proud of. Tell them that being different will save them 

for their true love. Becoming a Mother at thirty is a whole world better than being one at sixteen. 

Remind them of the wishes they made when they were little girls when they still dwelt in their hopes 

and dreams.  

Tell them to value who they are and listen to their hearts. Their unspoken, sweetest dreams are what

and who they're meant to be. 


Tell the young men and women who don't know what to do that with their lives not to rush into being 

husbands and wives. Tell them to become who they were born to be. Tell them not to lose their passion 

five or six days a week because they were given innate goals, hopes and dreams to fulfill their 

destinies.


Tell the girls who just discovered they're going to be a mother that they will make it one way or 

another. 

Tell them that when the guy they thought loved them was only telling them a lie, that he's not what's 

important anymore. Their little girl or their little boy is going to be their pride and joy. 

One day, they'll have a reason to forget the hopelessness and sorrow they once met. 

Tell the men who came home from war to find an empty house and home that there is so much more. 

Tell them they are our honored heroes. That is something that goes far deeper than anyone truly knows.

Tell the children who were moved from countless foster homes that they are not alone. Tell them there 

is someone who cares. Tell them that there is an end to their nightmares.

Tell the parents who lived their lives through their children that they can no longer run and hide. 

They have seen, heard and ignored when their children have begged and cried. Tell them it is their loss 

for living with their regrets and the lost expectations they never met.

Tell the criminals that live inside a demented state of mind that hell is reserved for the lessons they re-

fused to learn. Tell them insanity is never an excuse for abuse. 

Tell every man who ever hurt a woman and forced her child to watch has their time ticking away on the 

clock. Tell them they can't use violence to get what they want anymore. Karma is kicking down every 

window and every door. 

Tell the women who chose their boyfriends and their drugs over their babies that an apology will never 

be enough. Tell them that nothing is ever worth the price they'll have to pay for who they hurt. 

Tell the orphans that Heaven remembers them and hears their prayers. Tell them that Someone 

truly cares. Tell them that there will be someone to tuck them in at night and greet them each

morning when they wake up to the sunlight. 

Tell the women in abusive relationships that it won't get better. It will only get worse. Tell them to get 

out

now before they're not the only one who gets hurt. Tell them to get out before he steals more than their 

keys and their purse. 

Tell the countless girls who struggle with their weight to go beyond the hate. Tell them they are 

beautiful and perfect in every way and it doesn't matter what anyone else has to say. 

Tell the widows who feel the most alone that the Universe empathizes and it knows. Tell them they are

loved and they are on their way Home. 

Tell those who have lost it all, but still stand for what they believe in, that they are the reason we still 

have a chance to win. Tell them their bravery is what we stand for. Their courage is our open door.


Tell them. Tell them all we are here with open arms and loving hearts. Tell them this is the perfect place 

 to start. Tell them they can be all they are. Tell them that. Tell them then. Tell them now. Tell 

them time and time again. Tell them loud and clear. Tell them right here. Tell them. Oh yes, please tell 

them.


Long poem by gianni pansensoy | Details |

Stitches and Dreams

t was half past five before sunrise, 
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn, 
just an hour after a bloody confrontation, 
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre, 
with hungry cats and mice on that battleground, 
walking while her purple robe turned pale
with agony, pain and pity, 
completely depressed by the horrible aftermath of war, 
where bullet-ridden houses pounded by an insane belief of
terrorism as a means towards a divine end, 
and victims died as tools for selfish political propaganda, 
while thousands evacuated from the satanic bangsamoro reality
that enriched the few, 
and too many had died under the brutality of corruption, 
some were murdered by extreme poverty, 
where social justice was just an unreachable dream, 
she bled for such an elusive dream.

Yet she strolled in between ruined homes and
broken aspirations, 
through the portal where blood drifted into nothingness
and souls decapitated by a turbulent past, 
while her veil of blue moistened by tears of sorrow, 
with eyes saddened by relentless conflict, 
when the status of civilization was measured 
by the degree of human barbaric atrocities, 
and she knelt down before the walls collapsing, 
torn into pieces by an extreme hate, 
razed to the ground by religious fanaticism, 
When would they realize to co-exist in harmony? 
she asked her thoughts, 
while tears tasted like bitter almonds, 
flowing between her sweet scented cheeks.

The reason behind this violence she could not grasp, 
but to shed tears of blood, 
within her confusion was a lightning, 
where palm leaves fell without solution, 
yet she appeared with an angelic face, 
with eyes shining brighter than diamonds, 
while the moonsoon wind blew her veil, 
floating over the decomposing corpse of a soldier
entangled between electric wires, 
and the dead was brought to life like Lazarus.

He knelt down from death, 
with his camouflage uniform torn by bullets, 
but the wounds recuperated, 
he recognized the blue veiled woman in front of him, 
the divine blessed mother of Jesus, 
he wept like a child, 
and when his eyes opened, 
the  woman went back into
the holy Fort Del Pilar, 
he forgot not the message from her, 

'Son! When humans learn to depart from hatred
then there is no reason to pull a trigger against someone.'
It was half past five before sunrise, 
when darkness faded into the misty Saturday's dawn, 
just an hour after a bloody confrontation, 
but a brave woman descended into a blood-bathed
street of Lustre, 
with hungry cats and mice on that battleground, 
walking while her purple robe turned pale
with agony, pain and pity, 
completely depressed by the horrible aftermath of war, 
where bullet-ridden houses pounded by an insane belief of
terrorism as a means towards a divine end, 
and victims died as tools for selfish political propaganda, 
while thousands evacuated from the satanic bangsamoro reality
that enriched the few, 
and too many had died under the brutality of corruption, 
some were murdered by extreme poverty, 
where social justice was just an unreachable dream, 
she bled for such an elusive dream.

Yet she strolled in between ruined homes and
broken aspirations, 
through the portal where blood drifted into nothingness
and souls decapitated by a turbulent past, 
while her veil of blue moistened by tears of sorrow, 
with eyes saddened by relentless conflict, 
when the status of civilization was measured 
by the degree of human barbaric atrocities, 
and she knelt down before the walls collapsing, 
torn into pieces by an extreme hate, 
razed to the ground by religious fanaticism, 
When would they realize to co-exist in harmony? 
she Asked her thoughts, 
while tears tasted like bitter almonds, 
flowing between her sweet scented cheeks.

The reason behind this violence she could not grasp, 
but to shed tears of blood, 
within her confusion was a lightning, 
where palm leaves fell without solution, 
yet she appeared with an angelic face, 
with eyes shining brighter than diamonds, 
while the moonsoon wind blew her veil, 
floating over the decomposing corpse of a soldier
entangled between electric wires, 
and the dead was brought to life like Lazarus.

He knelt down from death, 
with his camouflage uniform torn by bullets, 
but the wounds recuperated, 
he recognized the blue veiled woman in front of him, 
the divine blessed mother of Jesus, 
he wept like a child, 
and when his eyes opened, 
the miraculous woman went back into
the holy Fort Del Pilar, 
he forgot not the message from her, 

'Son! When humans learn to depart from hatred
then there is no reason to pull a trigger against someone.'


Long poem by David William Breidenthal | Details |

The Uninviting Feeling

I'm not at all innocent...when you make 
me hurt inside
I'm getting over you...but I'm not giving up 
completely, though you are not present in 
my life
It rips my high hopes into shreds of 
worthlessness
I will never be the one who has a tainted 
soul, devouring lies
My heart is full of lament - you beg to 
differ...
I wouldn't have the guts to bid you a 
farewell
Don't take from me my happiness, you 
invaded my personal bubble
I'd rather be with someone else who has 
love abiding in their heart
I don't understand love at such a young 
age...besides, I'm not ready for such a big 
commitment
Anyone could say that they adore me, but I 
won't treasure it
--------------------------------
I know that you'll ignore my calls of relief,
I'm screaming out loud, so listen right this 
instance 
You're digging too deep; my smile 
embraces a frown 
My dreams are failing me now,
What am I supposed to do? 
What do you think you are? The queen of 
the Earth? 
I pray for true love to lead me to a 
pleasant place...
I didn't expect being in a situation like 
this...
This is not how I planned things out
This uninviting feeling took me by surprise
Time is running out, I got to keep on track
I'm weak and fragile...
Do not hunt me down again, predator - 
you are so vile...
I saw you flee outside - you were as high 
as a kite
It made me lose all confidence
All of this commotion doesn't make sense
Your eyes, your deceiving lies -
they spew out fire
Your lips, your chapped lips - 
they project a liar
Unconditional hatred sets me on fire
I can tell that I'm not stronger than I 
realize, 
But you gottah know that I'm not alone 
'cause He looks after me
Did you forget the evenings that you and I 
cherished so much with each other? 
Do you even care if I end up drowning in 
agony?
All I have to do is rely on the Lord
because without him, I'm nothing
It's painful to see you harming yourself 
again
It's hard to accept the past and the truth 
behind it
I'm penniless because of you and your 
lack of affection
Our time was up, I can't help but cry aloud
I need you to look at me;
I know that I'm not that good looking 
Hold on to faith and hope...
We depart from our peaceful states
I gave in to your pity, now I'm thinking and 
acting like a fool
It figures that you're gone and I'm left 
alone -
Shards of me crash unto the floor
--------------------------------
I know that you'll not support in this time 
of tribulation
I'm whispering to you, so listen right very 
carefully
You're pushing my limits; my smile 
embraces a frown 
My nightmares are ganging up on me now,
What am I supposed to prepare for? 
What do you want from me? You won't 
earn back my trust...
I pray for true love to lead me to a sacred 
haven
I didn't expect being in a dangerous 
dilemma 
This is not how I imagined things to 
unfold...
This uninviting feeling took me by surprise
Peace is running out, I got to fight for it 
more and more
I'm weak and fragile...growing sore
Do not hunt me down again, big bad wolf - 
you are so hardcore
I saw you sprint outside - you were as 
aggressive as a hawk
It made me lose all strength 
All of this commotion increased by the 
minute...
Your eyes, your deceiving eyes -
they spew out fire
Your lips, your chapped lips - 
they unveil a liar
Unfeeling passion sets me aflame
I can tell that I'm not stronger than I 
realize, 
But you gottah know that I'm not alone 
'cause He looks after me
How come I'm scared out of the blue?
Will there be an end to violence? 
Why do I feel cold when you pass by me, 
yet you still as warm as a blanket?
I don't want to make things look too 
difficult to solve
I convinced myself that I don't have the 
hearts for you...but denying it will not get 
me somewhere safe
I can't face the fact that our love is 
blinding
Turn the other way, I'm so ashamed
I'm longing for change...I'm trying to not 
come across as insane
I took another mysterious lane, 
But it's no big deal...
My wounds deep inside will heal
You'll notice that you have nothing to gain
Your eyes, your deceiving eyes -
they spew out fire
Your lips, your chapped lips - 
they sound like a liar
Today seems hard to rebuild hope
This fearfulness overwhelmed me
You ditched me and I preyed upon 
distress
You deleted my progress...
Right now, it felt like I've fell right into a 
hideous mess
My life was so meaningless all along...
I beg for significance to enlighten my self-
destructive spirit 
Before I collide into the abyss


Long poem by Louis Borgo | Details |

Why Question No Question Question Is Now

I was born on death of arrival on birth.7:01 Am,  one of the coldest days  to record,
I battle for my life for every beat to every breath I was born premature.

Being born premature I was born with learning and mental illness and despite 
Of the disadvantage I broke barriers of stereotypies and prejudices that would follow.

Why Question that it is a recession does it mean mental illness rise? 
No Question the research from
ashbournenewstelegraph co ukHomeRecession worst, blog.atoshealthcaretagof
recession on mental health, thefiscaltimes, RecessionsSilent Mental Health... would include That facts does not lie, 
Question is now who is listening. (those R website just without dot coms) 

Why Question in the headline it’s the mental ill that’s making headlines
 No Question they all ask for help put the system ignored or failure report those demeanor read between the lines…
 Question is now could that have been your family or friends so why make fun of the mental ill to feel inferior? 

Why Question they say that people with too much education is at a higher risk of become mental ill? 
No Question they say that mental ill can’t have weapons if so then why is it 1.5 million roughly in the military that has sometime mental ill with weapons? 
 Question is now that Bill Clinton stated on Cnn that gun laws will never go away because (forgive me if I miss quoted)  the voters don't hold the people they voted in office to there word to do so.

Why Question that a person got to do a violent act before you determine that there mental ill and if that is so why do we have prisoner that could be mental ill
 or, is it one in same being and state from a television host “to do violence you must be some type of mental ill” it would be simply, if he ask the first question I stated then fumble with his words No question my doctor said if you are depression more then three day then in there book a person is mental ill 
Question is now why have smoking been written in constitution or some states and you know what type of smoking I’m talking about so who is to blame.

Why Question that the medicine they give us that can make you aggressive, more violent and sometime even suicidal but when go to sue them it was not enough evidence to prove but ten years later you can’t sue because the statue of limitation but time has ran out
No Question a comedian made a joke about the same thing was it a joke or was it a movement you tell me much luv to him! 
Question is now is if a person life is more valuable  then a buck if not why is  manufaction  a G over one prescription not knowing all side effects.

Why Question what is the debt ceiling as well as the glass ceiling seems to be something to keep minority from stepping in the next class because it all revolved around money and who is usually get short stick? (the poor) 
 No Question food stamps being cut, health care require and we have been in a war or wars since I been born I guess my generation was a victim of society the Lost Generation indeed,
no wonder inmates believe government own them. Now question does this facts lie? act lies if so why is history books rewritten in college every semester? Question it now

Why Question in the bible it speaks to the effects things will never be heard or seen would happen
(1 st Corinthians 2: 9)  I paraphrase that….. No question Jeremiah 8-9 once again paraphrasing  the people that became of power and knowledge used it in the wrong way and god later destroy the city
 Now question god spoke lyrically and God creation us in his own imagine and I have research that a person can come out of depression naturally but does the doctor tell you that? 

Once again it is a small percent of mental ill that does violence and most time they are the victims. I have giving my life to science I have giving my blood for 10 years and im only 25 years old my doctor told me by year 2020 it should be cure for my disease being born which such a disability may you know I gave my life to science so child like me will never know of harass words to endure.....

I will probably die before 30 or 40 because of malpractice and my disease Why question, No Question, Question is Now what is the definition of crazy and that of mental ill? 
My last statement is, I am the not only person that speak out for mental illness October is mental ill awareness would you like to say you spoke for reason? better yet chance.... 
(a poet and still running)


Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

BLUEPRINT FOR A KINGDOM

You have fixed   all movements   within time 
every trails destination    have you outlined
no creature     can operate           outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos       no man can overrule

You oh Jah are the former of    our clay
little have you asked    but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never            only we can turn away
ever open are your promises   beckoning us to      stay

you have sent your voice       gently into the wind
to inform us all   of the future               YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed          until the end
from your throne itself                did they descend 


Oh governor of Israel   your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth           false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders    all government shall come
peace on earth completed             when your will is done

all the histories show            every        ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred                      greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons              their intentions a crime
full detonation             is only            a matter of time

fomentation of terror     false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens        calumny as news
misleading of the nations    earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice                   do refuse

I can hear the weeping  , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering ,     children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease           wars and fears
past the point of denial ,                    left to us extinction nears

Without Gods intervention      mankind would not survive
those holding the power            don't care if you remain   alive
your slavery is their fuel        so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure    is the focus of their drive

Earths current calamites   occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology          sought for just like gold
every form            of promiscuity       ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred           in  characters taken hold

Everything you plan   to your children       you do inform
the blueprint for the future    your purpose to perform
every framework and design    will earthly place transform
a government that loves         on the verge      of being born

No other fathers instructions        have been so clear
every happiness conceived          planned on placing here
from the beginning   you have designed   what was to come
the implementation and time              taken it to be done

You designed the blueprint    of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus     and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve      everlasting days
who will rule the nations         teach them all your ways

As sure as a refiners fire       separates the gold
a razors edge      on the sword of truth       foretold
the forger of the weapon        the right-hand of God
until his governors      in his footsteps   fully trod

From the heavens   true justice          will descend
incorruptible            who mankind's   tyranny    will end
will remove all oppression   and little ones  defend
of its loving-kindness   and mercy            can everyone depend

Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death           you have been given choice
installation of its kings     is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus    expressed intentions very clear

No child will ever hunger           in this place
every physical infirmity   and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning       with joy replaced
and even death itself            has been erased

These promises      God has through  Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have        his servants     ever waited
where happiness and bliss          lives in every home
the original design        that exalts this throne

Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic ,       crowning of your King
through him and his companions   praise on earth  will ring
of its exaltation            those who love him sing

sources
 
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah  9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 ,   65:17-25
 Zec 9:9-17  Gospel parables of the Kingdom
 Rev.17-21

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Long poem by Mario DE PAZ | Details |

Moderna Commedia, canto 1, part 1

Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding a tv  control in my hand.
E girando i canali piano piano
Cercavo storie prive di violenza
Ma la ricerca continuava invano.
Scanning the channels slowly one by one
Was looking for non  violent images 
But my  research went on along in vain.
Ovunque sangue e lutti in evidenza
Riempivano il visore a me di fronte 	
Mettendo a dura prova la pazienza.
Mourning and blood appeared everywhere
Filling the screen I saw in front of me
Subjecting  patience to a  test  too hard.
Vedo oscillare e poi crollare un ponte
Rotto dall’infuriar della Natura
Che divide la terra a valle e a monte.
I see a bridge fluctuating, breacking down
Much hardly stricken by the nature fury
The land dividing upstream downstream.
Torri gemelle di elevate mura
Colpite in cielo sono torce ardenti
Vederle sbriciolate è cosa dura.
Tall walls twin towers of a city pride
In sky affected are only burning torches 
To see them crumbled is very hard indeed.
Odio e violenza accecano le menti
Di chi troppo subisce o troppo impera
Colpendo a caso le civili genti.
Violence and hate blind the human brains
Of people subject or much commanding
Hitting at random any civil being.
Chi la storia rilegge sempre spera
Che guerra e morte vengano bandite
Ma la speranza umana mai si avvera.
Reading the story one really hopes
That war and death will be banned away
But human hope never becomes real.
Uomini, sveglia! E con forza agite
Contro chi l’armi costruisce e vende
E trae profitto distruggendo vite.
Men be wake up! And strongly act
Against who weaponry builds and sells
And benefit gains from destroyed lifes.
Del secolo passato le vicende
Rivedo col ricordo e col pensiero
Dolci momenti misti a cose orrende.
Of the last century looking at the events
I see by memory and by thought
Sweet moments and horrendous things.
Un piccol uomo col baffetto nero
Urla alle folle l’odio contro il mondo
Che vuole soggiogare nel suo impero.
A little man with a black mustache
Shouting  to crowd his hate for world
Which wants to subjugate in his empire.
E prende corpo il suo progetto immondo
Di sterminare un popolo reietto
Che uccide in massa quasi fino in fondo.
His dirty project takes soon shape
To exterminate a rejected people
Which kills in mass almost to the end.
Uomo sanguigno, corpulento aspetto
Da molto tempo prese già il potere
Arringando le folle, gonfio il petto.
Sanguineous man, of portly appearance
Much time before took already power
The crowds haranguing, with a swollen breast.
Al nazista s’allea. Per suo volere
Inique leggi contro l’altra “razza”
Promulga tosto. Poi le fa valere.
With the nazi an alliance forms
And unfair laws against the other “race”
Suddenly enacts and then applies.
L’odio così anche in Italia impazza
Colpendo senza senno i cittadini
Con l’applauso e il consenso della piazza.
So in Italy too hateful hatred rages
Citizens hitting with no sense and reason
With the applause and consent of  the crowd. 
Per lo spazio vitale ed i suoi fini
Il nazista scatena la gran guerra
A nord del Belgio valica i confini
To get more space reaching more power
The nazist triggers the great war
At north of  Belgium crosses borders.
Invadendo la Francia e la sua terra
Fino a Parigi e al mare d’occidente
Minacciando perfino l’Inghilterra.
Invading France and its land
Down to Paris and the western sea
Threatening even the English shore.
Il pavido alleato immantinente
Partecipa alla guerra mal pensando
Di unire le sue sorti col vincente.
The fearful ally just at once
Enters the war with the wrong illusion
To join his future with the winning force.
Tronfio di sé sfodera il suo brando
E vilmente lo affonda nella Francia
Vinta, battuta e ormai senza comando.
Self smug and puffed he pulls his sword
And cowardly he pierces France
Won, demolished by then without a guide.
Egli in tal modo il proprio carro aggancia
A quello del bieco suo alleato
Che adesso verso l’est la sfida lancia.
He in this way his chariot hooks
To the one of his awry ally
Who now to east his challenge throws.


Long poem by Maxine Jones | Details |

Blew it away like the sand

So I have some things, that I just have to say,
but please do not take me in the wrong way,
I have this tiny little problem, inside me you see,
and its called trying to live with ADHD.

These thing's that you say, they way you behave,
drive me insane, and inside me I crave,
to tell you your wrong, and look like a mug,
I cant stand the thought, of you being a thug.

If I see you pushing and constantly thrashing, 
my friends whom are weak, intending to bash em,
I will have to stand up, and defend with my heart,
Say it to me if you really wanna start!

Ill tell you the truth, don't you threat about that,
I'll never be scared of you, swinging that bat.
I've been through worse times, than you can inflict,
you can laugh and say that I am just a (b)witch.

I've taken many a beating, from one's harder than you,
you're a joke, you're clown, do the best you can do,
you will not like me, cause ill tell you the truth,
it ain't all about being a spoof.

You're a book that's been read, from cover to cover,
Predictable, laughable and not the best lover, 
you're as see through as cling film, but before its too late,
get a grip you sad person, before they will hate.

you can change the future, if only you'd try,
stop accusing and blaming, and questioning why?
look around you and see, you have a great life, 
but if you don't see before you, lose a possible wife.

So I'll tell it like it is, I wont mince my words
right there, right now, you got an incredible bird,
she loves you and would never hurt you, never make you cry,
but you spit and you hiss, and you don't even try.

You're straight out the book, the tactics you use
we know the next step, we know the short fuse,
The questions, the timing, the jealousy of friends,
its all a plan, for her social life to end.

There's really no need to hate and to follow, 
trust isn't really a bitter pill to swallow.
Life and love is really OK, 
don't be an idiot and throw it all away.

when you have a good woman be happy and proud,
get on that roof top and shout it out loud.
don't toss it aside, cause  your angry inside,
give love a chance, her on your arm bursting with pride.

I'll be honest, and truthful, and hope you will find,
the problem within, ill try to be kind,
but ADHD just makes me be true
I really mean no harm, just giving you a clue.

You can hate me, detest me, I really don't care, 
I know what your about, I'll stand and stare,
see if you have the balls,  to really be true, 
when you stand say 'hello, and how are you?' 

Been there, and done it, its really no big deal,
2 faced coward is what i do feel.
thing is it really, you don't need to be like that, 
but too proud to say, 'yeah OK I been a prat'

No need at all for the mess that is made, 
drag yourself out of that neanderthal cave.
there's more to life than fighting and hating,
you only get on shot, so love and stop wasting.

Let people in, let out your fears,
or cling on to em tight, for another 30 years,
hold on to trouble, grip tight onto hate,
lets these years pass you by, and then its too late.

look at yourself, are you really ok??
want another day marked off, with only hate to say?
we want to make you smile, and assure you its fine, 
hold glasses of wine up and clink with ' lets dine'

So I suppose the point, I am trying to say, 
with my ADHD, I'll just say it this way, 
My words come out 'hectic' and not make much sense,
but I'm trying to help you, I make no pretense.

If you think this is about you, or someone you know,
I hope that this poem will help someone to grow, 
Just ask and I'll tell you, I wont hide in the forest,
I don't have two faces, you know ill be honest!

So I bid you goodnight, and tell you I'm grateful, 
for Tony, my love, I can trust he'll be faithful,
He treats me with love and respect, don't harass me,
two way trust, with my man, means the world, I'll never judge he.

Shame on you wasters, throwing real love away,
it will spring up on you, you'll realize one day, 
you had it right there, in the palm of your hand,
but crushed it and blew it away like the sand.


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