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You Are You

You are beautiful,
You are smart,
It's time to grow up,
And follow your heart,

You are different,
And unique,
Look in the mirror,
And tell yourself,

You will be you,
Maybe not a model,
Or even a beauty queen,
But your heart of gold,

That you have inside,
Makes you all of that,
And more to me,

I don't love you,
For what you look like,
Or even what you have,
It's your personnality,

And sence of humor,
That makes me glad,
Don't ever let someone,
Put you down,

Be that special person,
I know you can be,
For there will be someone someday,
To realize what they let go,

Because of how they,
Reacted to you so,
Be who you are,
Not what others want you to be,

I love you,
Cause you are you,
You have opinions,
And choices you make,

You will figure things out,
For yourself,
Just don't ever,
Lose your faith,

Remember that person,
Thats wrapped in your heart,
Give them your love,
For everything will be fine,

Just move forward,
One day at a time,
Your not super man,
Nor super woman,

You will be fine,
I hope this helps your morning,
To make you see I love you for you,
Someday will be a dream come true...

Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016

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Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She might be lucky,
She has a modern family who cared for her
Thank god! she did not go through the pain of being killed.
This world has learnt to accept a girl child!
I am happy.............

Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016

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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

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The Belly Dancer-

As beguiling costumes dazzle eyes,  
flashing glitter heightens indulgences.
Jasmine kisses, lightheadedly make 
nerves of passion quiver.
Rhinestone stars twinkle,
usurping Venus
with xanthic 
yellow zircons.

An ABC Poem written Sept.23, 2015 for “Sensual ABCs - Poetry Contest”.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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crazy beautiful

I'm crazy beautiful 
or plainly insane
I consider insanity 
to be a personal gain
perpetual bliss
or so the surface shows
hidden secrets
no one can know
inside i want to scream and shout
im a jigsaw puzzle 
with a million broken pieces to figure out
I'm an intricate web
you try and untangle
dont get to close
you may fall and strangle
my scratch is a cut
that sorefully deepens
a painfull wound 
in which my memories seep from
I'm a gift to the world 
one nobody can keep
I must be plainly insane 
my beauty is only skin deep

Copyright © Catrina Hanz | Year Posted 2013

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A Tribute to Breast Cancer

Today, I take this walk
A walk for the cure
I will stand for the ones 
Who sees life as a blur
Finding out the the most devastating news
Feeling upset,hurt and confused
A disease that affects the body
It makes you feel strange 
Adapting to A new life 
Adapting to A new change
Chemotherapy, radiations
So many trials and tribulations
My heart goes out to what you're facing
I'll wear this ribbon ?? with pride
And if you ever need a friend
I'll be right by your side 
It takes a lot to understand
That this illness wont get the upper hand 
A transformation you did go through
Lumps in your breast
Losing your hair, wearing wigs this is something new
No longer knowing who you are
In our hearts you're still a star
It takes Courage, even when you feel discouraged 
It takes faith, even when you cant see clear
You are our Hope
From the climbing of a rope
You are the strength
You are strong
You fought this battle
But not alone
A moment of silence 
Goes to the ones who didn't survive
You were great
We'll continue to keep your legacy alive
I salute you, yes I do
No more suffering or pain
We release these balloons 
In honor and remembrance of your name
With these two feet
I walk  for You
Susan G. Komen and so many others
You are my inspiration
You have did everything its taken
You're amazing this is true
The Illness cant get the best of you 
Women oh no ?? this is not just for you
Men are known to get it to
I love you and you have all my respect
Do me a favor everyone please go get checked!!!!!!

Written By:Concetta Hardnett

Copyright © concetta hardnett | Year Posted 2015

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A veil of smoke can tie a knot
Around each mote
I cannot mask the wind
Just like the mote cannot be tied and twinned
I am soaked in a dense haar
Blindly following the sound of the guitar
But in the day I have to face the dark
When you feel guilty and say ‘I lied’
Made efforts but cant stop the emotions of a misty-eyed
A glass covered with murk and steam
Give it heat, it will fly away flapping its invisible wings
Give it an ice rind, it will make the glass its domain in-situ
Like a diamond precious ring
This world is full of illusions
Every real thing is a fusion
Try to rub the haze of life
It will show you the existence of soul in  your  eyes

Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015

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Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?

Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2013

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She wanders through life isolating 
Hanging by a thread from the moon
Swinging quietly silently she's waiting 
For her day she knows will come soon

Reflections of mirrors her soul as shown
Tales of grief sorrow and too many lonely roads
Hard truths and broken lies her heart as known 
All her years have been falsely guided her voice unknown 

Conflicted her mind is trapped in time
Traveling forward prisoner of the past gently holding onto the present moment 
If you ask her if she okay she'll always tell you she's fine
Because you can't handle teh inside her it's so sadly potent 

What's in her heart she knows to be true 
Not everyone can be open receptive so secrets she has to hold
A misunderstood soul in a closed and hardened world is like taboo
Clues to things feelings events moments dreams words
The things she hides deep inside forever going untold

And the moon holds her heart
And all her secrets untold
He will guide her always and forever 
So her wings can be free to roam

Copyright © Tammy Hix | Year Posted 2016

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I Dream Everyday Through Night And Day 
I Wonder Why I Dream Of Different  Things 
There's So Many Different Dreams I Dream Of 
Like How 
There Scary One 
Some Dreams I Don't Whanna Be Waked Up From 
Some Dream I Wake Up With Tear 
Sometimes There's Messed Up Dream Where You Don't Whanna Wake Up To 
Dream Will Be Dream 

 I Think About The One Last Night 
Although ha, 
 It Was Creepy As Heck 
I Quest My Mind Wonders Through This Black Holy Night 
Let Me Tell Some Long Stories of mind 
Some Stories You Wish To Not Here 
Like A Death Dreams 
Like How I Was I Was In A Car I Was Pergo With My Song 
How My Friend Got In The Car 
And How He Crashed His Car Into Million Of Pieces 
There Was 4 People In that Car To Died And Me And My One Friend Had Service 
Now If That Crazy Then I Don't Know What Is 
I Got Up To That nightmare Dream 
And Was Dripping Wet 
Down My Pail Face 

What I Dream! 
What A Dream! 
What A Dream!

Copyright © Ashley Evans | Year Posted 2016

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A Real Man

A real man protects his woman 
he will never run and hide 
he will always stay beside her 
and he will never ever leave her side 

A real man is always there 
he surely will never leave her alone
even when she faces great challenges 
she will never face it on her own 

A real man will always stay true 
and he will never fill her up with lies 
in times of sorrow and despair he offers her a shoulder 
whenever he hears her cries 

A real man will always respect her 
he shows her how she should be treated 
she will forever be in his mind and heart 
and there is no possible way of her being deleted 

A real man is never afraid to say he's sorry 
he is never afraid to say when he is wrong 
and in every situation he tries always to work it out 
not giving a concern if it takes all night long 

A real man knows his woman in and out 
and instantly realizes when she is not having a good day 
and no matter how torn and bruised she might be 
That real man knows exactly just what to say 

By: Marlon A. Malcolm 

Copyright © Marlon Malcolm | Year Posted 2017

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Standing straight like an elephant
I can't deny it you're elegant
You're tall and cute but not arrogant
Yes, She's Beautiful and relevant
It's your day so I did this for you my celebrant

With her I ll need no artifact
She's Adorable, that's a basic fact
She's Well set with everything intact
I must confess I can feel her impart

Its your day and I'm not taking it for a play
Just for you I can av all day to pray
If I've my way, I'll make you stay
But for now, it's your birthday let's celebrate

Happy birthday dear, i hope this makes your day. 


Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2017

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Freeshness Through The Airs

"My Hands Are Yours, You Lifted Me Up" 

"That face That You make, Is A On core" 

"Those Puddle That The Fish In, Is Like Music To My Ears", 

"That Smell In The Bathroom, Smell Like A Dead Moldy Bread" 

"That Air Is Cold, But That Breeze Needs Warmth" 

"All These Thing, The World Above" 

"That Bad Winters, And Bad Luck" 

"Will Soon Will Come Through Dust" 

"With Good Winds, And More Sun" 

"To Flower Up Above", 

"Smelling Spring Smells So Good, Makes me Whanna Camp Outdoors"

Copyright © Ashley Evans | Year Posted 2016

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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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trust yourself

trust yourself !
and don't fall down
trust yourself!
and you will be happy
trust yourself!
and be yourself
be yourself!
and be happy who you are
be happy!
and you will grow wings and fly
fly to your dream
of something big

Copyright © kay alexander | Year Posted 2014

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Let me explain the dawn of her beauty.
Perharps in one word or two.
This to me isn't my duty.
Her wanders, a strange fiction to the world and me too.
The sweet necter of her smile,
that glows withing the colours of her skin.
She blends accross a mile;
Her face stained in His ink.
Beauty will perish,
from the lies that flourish.
Her children have seen her in her gloriouse days.
When from her hips came fourth the empires and ways.
Kindoms feared; and Names.
Out of the vasness, i hear the pain she bore,
from the conflicts she saw.
A mother of civilisation and more.
Her children bound by the chains of war.
The green to favour the Gods,
Her story we all forgot.
Under the Sun of her birth, came the rest.
Now, the land of the dead,
from which came the first.
The concept within her womb
is the cause beyind her open wound
The past that keeps,
Our history we greef.
In her heart; the birth place of all cultures.
She now, is but a pickings of a volture
Those children she bore are doomed,
Our mother gone to soon

From dirt and earth she grew,
that cold tears on her face like due.
Home is all i knew, a place for a few.
They say she is Dark and Crood;
To embrace us all, even the fools.
"Africa" my mother and boo,
Will always welcome you, you and You.

                By Lekene Paul

Copyright © Paul lekene | Year Posted 2016

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

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You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry 
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen 
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her 
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george    
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition 
In defend shall we die and perish for our 
Precious country.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014

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A Beautiful Couch

A beautiful couch, dusted entirely; five gentle hearts insist. Just kids, learning, moving, now 
overturning pillows-- quite riot, so teriffic--undaunting: Victory will expand young's zodiac.

Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2010

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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A Beautiful Creation

A beautiful creation does exists;
for God has, in Jesus' kingdom, lain marble.
Numbers of pearls.
Quazars radiate skywards,
 torchlighting unbelievable views, without.
Yahweh, zilches.

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

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 Is her name,
getting into everything,
is her game,
she's as bright,
as sunshine,
and as fresh,
as new fallen snow,
and I love to watch her,
as she grows,
her curiosity beats it all,
even though,
she's 3 feet tall,
her blue eyes sparkle,
when she's done something wrong, 
and you can never be mad at her,
all that long,
her beautiful smile,
will make you weak,
even when,
she's being a sneak,
you can't help but love,
that sweet little girl,
with straw colored hair,
and bouncing curls.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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My Rainbow

Rare as the perfect diamond
searched for in the depths of
the mountain highlands.

Angelic as the angels above
filled with laughter and love.

Intelligent as can be, showing
me new things that I have 
never seen.

Natural beauty as the rose,
cute cheeks and a button

Beautiful  through out the soul
how I got so lucky, I'll never

Obviously brilliant in all you say
and do, I thank God for giving me

Wonderfully delightful in all your
charming ways, you'll always be
my rainbow in all kinds of weather
you bring color to my days.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

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Dance With Me

His fingers trace down her cheek
While inhaling her scent and smiles
She slips one hand on his shoulder
The other in his hand
They dance a sweet rumba
Hip to hip conversation
Their eyes meet
Lips an inch apart
Her leg wraps around his
He starts to melt
She whispers
Make love to me with this dance
He looks at her lovingly 
Places his arm around her
Pulls her close
Their bodies moving as one
Passionately, elegantly across the floor
As the dance slows
Coming to an end
She twists in his hands
Presses her back
Against his body
He covers her arms with his
Slowly around her waist
In a warm embrace

Copyright © Carissa Kopf | Year Posted 2015

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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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The Mother-Land Cries.

The land bleeds.
From treasured seeds.
No Diamond grills,
from cut off limbs.
The poor-less fears.
''Blood, Sweat an Tears.''
The Hunger of pain,
screaming in vein.
With continued cries,
an lullaby's.
Of stories told,
but never unfold.
In a desperate speed,
of souls in need.
The Sun, has drowned,
in this part of town.
And the moon is hidden,
more than a mission,
on television.
The real world speaks,
In harmony,
with sympathy.
In sync,
with missing links.
with no one left,
confining itself.
In a matter of life an death.
A shepard's, shattered dream,
washing away, in the streams.
No cattle to feed.
Crippling the land.
Of silent sand.
A cry for help.
Too well kept.
Rendered thoughts,
an vivid souls,
traveling the distance,
of unfinished goals.
The beated Drum,
when no one comes.
The Mother-Land Cries,
there no denying...
The tears,
I hear,
In my ears.
Though out the night.
A Non-Stop flight.
Drifting through the sky,
When the whole world cry.
Piercing the goals,
Of heart an souls.
Yet, Un-Cut,
an bold.
By: Shi Ricks 
@ copyright.

Copyright © SHI RICKS | Year Posted 2014