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OUR LOVE

(Groom speaks...)
In this world are things to contemplate.
Therefore, life can be complicated.
Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict.
Heaven is an open door of realities.
As my adoration of you is metaphoric, 
I am blessed that you feel the same.
We are together as one.
Our passion flows.
Our ardor is aglow.

(Bride speaks...)
In this life are confrontations.
We must address our demons to form our inner being.
Nothing is more than the characteristic of self-worth.
I see yours darling and it is me.
May I be shallow in the passion I feel?
I adore you.
I am yours.
Let’s share this with the world.

(Groom speaks...)
I asked you to marry me.
You said yes.
My head start spinning.
I felt the depth in my chest.
Our marriage vows have been written.
Our big day has come.
I am your man.
You are my woman.

(The Groom says his written vows.…)
Complicated the world may be.
Our time together will be cherished by the passion we feel.
You are my paradise and my sunshine.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, is intertwine with all aspects.
As a tree grows, so does our lust.
As a river flows, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our fascination accept our conundrums.
I will ardor you forever.

(The Bride says her written vows.…)
Complicated the world is.
Our time together we cherish.
You are my sunshine and my paradise.
I am yours until the end of time.
Our life, as one, interweaves.
Life aspects will challenge each.
Our fervor defeats all our troubles.
As landscape flourish, so does our lust.
As lea bravado, so does our thirst.
As a meadow brooks the crows, so does our infatuation withstand any rival.
Our ardor is dominance.
Our ardor is exuberance.

(Bride speaks...)
I adore you my man!

(Groom speaks...)
And I, adore you my woman!

(Music continues to play in the background until the symphony ends.)
_____________________________________________________________|
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 04, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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The Man Who Always Cried

He cried when he was happy,
He cried while he was sad,
He cried when he felt nothing,
He cried while he was mad.

He cried when he saw laughter,
He cried when he saw tears,
He cried when he saw someone
Aged beyond their years. 

He cried when he would walk home
From Work every day. 
He cried when he had free time,
So he drank it away.

He cried when he was loving,
He also cried alone.
He cried looking in eyes
That, for him, only shone.

He cried out of sorrow,
Empathy, and love. 
He cried for the scarecrows
And the pure white doves.

He cried into the night, 
And throughout the day. 
He cried when he was right, 
And knew what to say. 

He cried out of reason, 
Philosophy, and pain.
He cried himself to madness,
Just from being sane.

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2017

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POLITRICKS

Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.

Now, all can join the bandwagon of rigging, 
Of Moonslide Marsslide victories,
With babies and peoples ritually sacrificed,
Received with glee by their lord, 
The god of politricks.

Copyright © odu mkwute | Year Posted 2007


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Poetry Soup

Since joining just yesterday,
I have not had much to say,
As I sit here idle,
Waiting for a title,
I watch as you pass my way,

I am honored to be here,
While a select few may jeer,
Mostly I can see hope,
From the end of my rope,
Bringing about a joyous tear,

For all poets who have been called,
Disenchanted or enthralled,
Our mission always true,
We inform and move you,
To make you act or make you halt,

To rise above and expound the truth,
Or to lose ourselves in a groove,
Whether blatent or far out,
We live to learn - live to shout,
About love, laughter or the blues,

For although I may be new,
To this small poetic group,
I see what you've built,
With talent and skill,
Namely this Poetry Soup,

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2006

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Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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The lark of life.

In the green fields of Summer
I opened my eyes,
And dreamed of a time
Where I’d climb to the skies,
And as I grew up
With a song in my heart,
I knew it was time
For my dream to depart.


So I opened my wings
And I started on up,
For my song was my wine
While the air was my cup,
And as I looked down
To the place I was born,
The green fields were bathed
In the light of the dawn.


Then I sang such a song
In the vale of the day,
While my spirit kept faith
In a strange sort of way,
As I kept rising up
In my Abbey of blue,
I knew it was right
And I knew it was true.


The world that had borne me
Was far, far below,
At the birth of my dream
In the morning’s soft glow,
 And my song was aflame
With the fire of the sun,
As I started back down
To where I had begun.


I passed through the clouds
And my feathers were kissed,
With the light Summer rain
And the softness of mist,
I remembered my birth
As I fell through the haze,
In those green glowing fields
And those soft Summer days.


Then all of a sudden
I reached earth again,
And I looked to the sky
As I sought to explain,
How the ups and the downs
Of a life in the air,
Help my heart understand
How my life is a prayer…













Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2008

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Midnight

As I walk out into a deep sea of blue
I start to feel the new morning dew
Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars
I leave behind the pain of all scars

Swept away in this speckled blanket above
I know the stars are full of secrets and love
I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind
The dreams and secrets that I may once find

Soon I know this magical darkness will fall
And all will continue, our natural known call
So now let all found secrets be told
As will our sought out dreams unfold

Copyright © Danica Yates | Year Posted 2005

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Cupid Doesn't Care

Remembering that Valentine’s
Is just an off kilter lie
And love is cruel and hateful
A salted drink splashed in your eye

Perhaps you will live your life
For no one else’s fame 
Clutching for no other’s gaze
Far ways from the game

But no, you want to fall in love
Just like all the rest
Through warning friends will say to you
Alone is for the best

Gods look down and laugh at us
Like a sitcom, only real
And so they grin and snicker
And let their laugher out in peels

Hope is all we try to keep
When love just isn’t fair
There’s just no help for us you see
‘Cause Cupid doesn’t care 

Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2006

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GULL (PARTII)

Everyone has to learn... 
To be a gull 
One day... 
It will be your turn 

In a sky... 
Perfect too 
Upwards I flew.... 
To meet you 

For, in us all 
Is a Jonathan Livingston 
Bursting through 
Gulls flight... 
In me and in you 

It is the spirit that takes us all... 
Reaching new heights 
New skies                                                                                                                        
New flights 

We all dream 
Some chose to be.... 
Gulls on the sea 
This is me.... 

As I sit, watching the going down of the sun 
The gulls swoop and turn 
I savour the thought 
Can I become.... 
One of those... 
Who fly until the day is done 

One day.... 
I will come as a gull 
Fly over the sea 
Swoop and turn with glee 
What it is to be free 
One day it will be 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006

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ALL IN THE HEART

All I feel 
Not in the mind 
All in the heart 

I feel, 
and you are here 
All in the heart.. 
Is all I feel 
You are near 

Think... 
Live... 
Breathe... 
All in the heart 

The eyes, see... 
The heart... 
Infinately 

All you feel.. 
Inside of me.. 
All in the heart.. 
All you can see.. 

All in the heart.. 
The universe 
Feel for me 
All you can see 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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El Chapo

El Chapo, I have faith in you
You'll never come to harm
After all, what's that they say
You know, ... third time's a charm

How long did they keep you
The first time that you slipped
Best not outstay your welcome
Containers must be shipped

And since you're only human
And apt to fall again
You paid another visit
Just like a long lost friend

You spend more time outside
It seems to me, than in
El Chapo, when I meet you
I'll greet you with a grin

The legend of El Chapo
Will live forever more
Soon we'll have those precious goods
Delivered to our door

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016

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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's nothing you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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life Just Isn't

Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong.
It’s not about how many people you call.
And its not about  who you’ev dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all.
It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, who you’ve hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes 
you or who played you or  who you’ve played.
It isn’t about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date.
It’s not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or 
unaccepted you are.
Life just isn’t about that !

But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about how you feel about yourself.
Its about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It’s about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse’s in a way that could 
never have been achieved otherwise.
THE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!

Copyright © Jessica Harris | Year Posted 2007

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What constitutes a shoe?

What constitutes a shoe? 
The leather bound tongues of
inglorious pomp,
ambling midst the glades…
 
pugilistic caffeine panders 
solely to the soul,
ergonomically agile, 
bar the finest detail…

eye-lashed straps 
entrenched in the name, 
toiling syllabic misnomers, 
shorn against the scornful 
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…

  

Copyright © William Ward | Year Posted 2006

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Nothing Matters

Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus


I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss

I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and how, I could not care less
I don't care for the life over which you obsess

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife 
To turn away or to take his life?
I stopped to think as he hit the floor
His breathless body took four more

Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie
If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice
I am not like you, I refuse to pretend
And if truth equals crime then I will not amend

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

But I found myself in this nothingess 
And learnt to embrace the indifference
The end is nearing but there is no pain
For some strange reason, I feel happy again

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
My blind rage has washed me clean
Proud to say that in this life so absurd
I never belonged to your condemned herd

I could have changed it but I didn't bother
This death is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again

Copyright © Stuck In Sepia | Year Posted 2011

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The Scholastic Mechanic!

Please allow me to introduce,
Without any pardon or excuse,
A man who needs no introduction,
To those he’s given instruction,

A man who has always helped me,
To understand extreme fallacy,
Through guidance and edification,
He spreads his extreme education,

Now he never reserves his lessons,
And always leaves his impressions,
Upon those he teaches his schtick,
For he is our scholastic mechanic,

Always he tinkers under the hood,
To find the best of what is good,
And now without further adieu,
I am proud to present to you,

A man who’s mind always races,
And affords us other head cases,
A view most definitely skewed,
By great wisdom and high I.Q.,

A man whom I proudly call my brother,
Who’s humble wit makes him tougher,
Than my boastful wages however manic,
…Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2009

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The Poem of Everything

With a mass influx of background radiation
Strengthens the idea of a cosmic inflation 
Ten seconds of magic starting with a bang 
Leaves religious hearts with a heavy pang 
What before was that of a mysterious bubble
Was to be unwound by the discovery of Hubble 
That creation is expanding at the speed of light 
Makes the naked eye struggle for a clear sight 
To only that of which our minds can observe 
Which some do believe is shaped in a curve 
Believed before that it was in fact much flatter 
For not in parallel lines can keep this dark matter 
In this space appears to be no electric charge 
Keeping Apollo at bay, and Armstrong at large 
What conditions would allow life of intelligent form?
Or withstand heat or the sweep of a galactic storm
Into the mass amount of scientific speculation 
The idea of which a metric theory of gravitation
Can imply through discovery of Einstein’s Ring 
Even light from a far, will make your eyes sting 
So even now we can see those many stars 
And some assume we could even have life on Mars 
But what about that gaping hole in the Milky Way?
That feeds on the mighty energy and light as its prey 
A region of spacetime where nothing can escape 
Hidden between the stars in its invisible cape
Through event horizon time ticks more slow 
To truly unravel space, that we may never know
 












Copyright © Faith Carmichael | Year Posted 2015

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REMEMBER ME

When you look at the hills faraway at sunset,think of me:
I am the black flock of birds that disappears into the horizon;
 I am the beautful golden sunset that touches your heart; 
I am the wind that blows towards the hills; 
And I am the dark house upon the dark hills; 
I am the old grave that lie silently in the dark moist forest,
FORGOTEN FOREVER

Copyright © RAYMOSE JOSI | Year Posted 2015

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The Lottery

I have won the lottery
Though the numbers are not drawn.
I'm promised that it's foolproof,
So my waiting won't be long.

I have my winning ticket
Mounted to the wall.
Each day I bow down to it
Praying for the draw.

These numbers are quite special.
A wise man told me so.
He said he got the numbers
From another long ago.

You've got your set of numbers,
But they are not like mine. 
I'd say that's rather foolish
Because my numbers are divine. 

There can only be one winner
And mine is guaranteed.
You'd better change your numbers,
So you can be as smart as me.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2013

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MAKE EVERY MOMENT COUNT

Make every moment count...
this is the promise I make to myself,
to deny the certainty of death:
an assumption stripped of all reality;
and it daunts others, not me...
as long as I get that glimpse of eternity!

Be an essential part of the living:
sharing, giving, reveling, grieving and forgiving...
instead of rebelling against society,
and fighting against an invisible adversary;
but if your  aspirations
are the strenght of your goals
everything takes on a new meaning,
even making your story worth-telling!

Make every moment count
by being clever and not indignant;
never live by pride and greed,
or expect a bountiful return...
when nothing is being achieved,
and praise can't be earned!
 
Be of a keen mind and love patiently...
revive a broken spirit with the kindest word,
and reduce your worries to nothing:
and though the world's vanities cannot be changed,
make an effort to have your voice heard;
what is torn down sadly...can also be built up happily!

Make every moment count
and ignore the ticking of the clock,
to let awareness guide you through anticipation;
time is like roses with thorns:
it pokes you and makes you bleed,and unless
you show meekness and sympathy,
it won't hit  you low...but grant you victory!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

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A Shared Dream

Chills of comfort
as smooth as skin 
grazing grey stones. 

In the next room-
technology is hard at work
churning, turning
while the guitar gently rifts. 

Harsh winds are whipping, 
we are lying 
above a pale yellow floor
Dreaming-
across a hazy tundra.

Copyright © Katelyn Dobbs | Year Posted 2012

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Human being shell sleep no more

Human being shell sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep forever 

Right up we must get to the hard truth
and not blind out the fact
that our wisdom and common sense 
should not have been overestimated more
in certain crucial circumstances
when we  have got  access  even for instance
 to the limitless power and possibilities,
as it happened in French Alpes,
when Lubits tempted deadly by the very thought and way
that he will might turn airbus to the crash
for instance filling the God legacy and omnipotence.  
Entirely all deals and events
which demanded limitless power and responsibility,
limitless calculations,
limitless competence and preciseness  
and limitless hard works and efforts
might be totally excluded 
from our control and assessment,
we might got all this staff
to the autopilot guiding
of modern technologies, GPS  and other computations
that works  much more  better
without any human intervention
for the very working processes.

 Mr. Al Gore knew something about it
when he  planned the Global  system
of autopilot security services.
for the benefits and survive  people
in the modern jungle of high tech.

You judge the Lubits atrocious action
which lead to murder of 150 passengers,
yes, you are right but also we must judge
the Sirian dictator and North Korean Kim Chen Yn 
and national lieder of Russian Federation  
and hundredth other persons 
sticking up deadly to limitless power and rule,
we must judge also religions, traditions
which despised the freedom of person
and right of women and children
and entire world must switch on
to the Global safety infrosracture.
Human shall sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep.
If someone held limitless power
even for instance 
close to us or at far distance,
its mean the world goes down to precipice.
God please help us 
expelled out and ousted 
the myriads  our tirans and autocrats  
in power and in preparation, in family
in our soul and  in our mentality.   
Human being shell sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep forever.
 

http://www.fishpond.co.nz/Books/Eleanor-Rigby-II-Zamir-Osorov/9781482830385?

Copyright © zamir osorov | Year Posted 2015

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Descendent of Eve

"Descendent of Eve"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

As she walked through the door, I recall a shortness of breath
My heartbeat fluttered, my palms moistened, my mind drew a blank, but no pain was felt
My mouth became dry, and my eyes and ears became lost in her motion
And with only a glance, the sway of her hips became the muse for my every notion
After closer examination, sweat, in the form of a single drip
Made its way down my forehead as the glass approached her lips
Then, the rumbling of my stomach, the butterflies were on the move
Because my eyes had never touched legs that appeared to be oh so smooth
I wanted to get up, but I could hear the buckling of my knees
And the unmentionable, it was like what happens to water if you let it freeze
Now that was many years ago, but like yesterday is what it seems
Because ever since that moment, she has been featured in all of my dreams
To her sight, I have become addicted, that's the strongest word I can think of
For me, it only took a glance, and I, instantly, fell in Love
I Love her hair, I Love her toes, don't get me started on the things in between
She is God's Greatest Creation, next to Him, her being reigns supreme
And now that I'm a man, on her curves, I am still dependent
That's the only way I can explain my jealousy of the infant
Addiction, desire, infatuation or lust, you can call it whatever you believe
But I would go crazy without her, I'm in Love with the descendent of Eve

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2016

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Jean-Louis Barrault As I lay dying

Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets
Lit with dim lights that dreary November night 
With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners
Cold wind dancing with dirty wet leaves fallen 
In the water pools in the middle of the street
It has been raining already for three weeks
Everybody was getting impatient and
Anxiously praying for a long waited relief

Behind the closed doors of Theater de I’Atelier
Filled with mythical spirits of Champs-Elysees
That gloomy night a magic was about to happen
The stage was sunken in the darkness yet
While audience quietly was taking seats
An imaginary world was opening behind
The heavy black curtain that was hiding
The secrets of magic of the theater
And was slowly rising to the ceiling

The center stage circle was bright lit
With dark corners filled with imaginary 
Shady creatures crawling slowly towards 
The center like moths attracted to the light
It felt like a fiesta of the creatures of the night 
Unexpectedly stunning confused audience
White horse emerged from the darkness
Like a fool moon sliding over the edge 
Of a heavy cloud in the center of the stage
Stopping for a moment glancing shyly
Then jumping over the edge of precipice 
The horse hit the ground with his hoof
Terrifying sound left his wet snout
He leaped and flew towards horizon 
That was emerging on the backstage
With dark heavy curtains rising
And opening the view in front of
Audience suspended in disbelief
Of endless prairie going forever
Touching the edge of the sky
And extending itself like a lazy
Snake towards the milky way
Stunned audience gasped

A quiet moment passed by 
And then a young man appeared
In the middle of a vast lit stage 
Sitting on a horse and smiling
In a victorious way like someone
Who just tamed a wild mustang
Just like he was trying to tame his pain
For all those long unbearable days
While his mother was lying in bed 
At a small window to the backyard
And watching a coffin to be made 
For her from a raw three trunk
That smelled like wind and the sun
She knew she was slowly dying 
And quietly waited till preparations 
Are made so the moment of death 
Can come over like a welcome guest
And take away her lonely aching soul
Which used to be like a white mustang 
That was dreaming of being free and wild
Running green fields and chasing clouds 
But was tamed by the hardships of life 
And was reduced to a battered drought
By everyday heavy exhausting load
She was getting weaker every day
Every night that was passing by
Took her strength bit by bit
But her spirit was not dead yet 
She made an extreme effort 
To stand and walked slowly outside
To see the moon and the sky 
Filled with stars and a big dipper
Friendly smiled into her eyes
Her white long hair was flying
In harsh cold wind that night
Like a spider cobwebs spread wide
Touched the nose of a white horse
He made a quiet sniffing sound
When she leaned on him and died
She was holding horse with her arms
Her empty eyes were staring at the sky
Young man sitting on the horses’ back
Grabbed her swiftly and pulled up
Like a light body of a sleeping child


On a bare wooden floor of the plain stage
Hypnotized enchanted audience saw
A young man holding an old woman
In his arms on the back of a white horse
Who was crossing the universe towards
Shining bright twinkling star North
He was flying far away from the sorrow
To the light that lifts the hollowness
Of the arduous earthly life

It was a single mime on a plain stage
But his movements gestures and face
Created artistic full blooded alive 
Image of Love Hope and Escape
Audience saw a trinity on the stage
In a few different kaleidoscopic
Dynamic emerging and fleeting ways 
Brought to life by a willpower of a man
Who squarely believed in the magic of stage

A year ago he was in a creative daze
In the middle of night on the stage 
Taming a wild horse till exhausted
He fell down on a bare cold floor
Slipping in a deep like death sleep
He was walking in a prairie filled with
Tall wild grass reaching the clouds

He got lost and his heart was beating loud
Then he saw an old woman who was lying
On a dry grass floor at the water pool
With long white hair spread wide
With empty eyes staring at the sky 
She looked at him and died
A young man her beloved son was
Feverishly trying to hold indomitable 
Horse with his young strong hands
So he can take his pain away
And he would not have to feel
The loss and to think about 
The dialectics of death and life

He saw a horse a man and a woman
In his vision that night very late
Almost in the morning when sunrise
Was coming through the window 
And the horse was hopping away 
In to the opening gap of the 
Bleeding red morning sky
Melting into distant disappearing
Constellation of milky way
When he opened his eyes 
He was deeply shaken by the image
He saw in his dream last night
Which expressed the essence
Of sorrow despair pain and loss
The image of a man woman and a horse
So he knew he had to try
To tell the story on the stage
The way he saw it in his daze

The audience was very quiet
When the stage curtain fell down
Announcing the end of the show
On the bare stage on the plain floor
Magical world that opened the doors
Into delicate realm of shapes and forms
Had a strange effect just like a raging storm
That was gone by the time of the end
Bringing unexpected agonizing relief
That Aristotle called the effect of catharsis
Or the purge of a suffering wounded soul
That couldn't find peace in the real world

Copyright © ruta skendeliene | Year Posted 2016

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The True Christian's Mission!

In my quest for this mission,
Many days and nights I prayed,
But plagued by selfish visions,
I asked what the Spirit had to say,

The battle engulfed self and spirit,
Screams of desire flooded my mind,
While fierce haunting demons appeared,
My voice of reason was such confined.

Yet the Spirit moves in silence,
And while this Spirit ever grows,
It ever gently reminds us,
By whispering gentle blows,

Thus the tranquil wind,
Burst in upon the storm,
And the quieting din,
Deafened hellish horns,

And in hush's sweet embrace,
The Spirit within me said,
Messages filled with grace,
Of how others must be fed.

Give them glimpses of wonder,
Inspire them with your faith,
Yes, give them much to ponder,
Yet in a much more simple way.

Don't lose them in scripture,
But to the word remain true,
Only teach that which is sure,
And that which you can prove.

There will be those who oppose,
All that I would have you say,
But this is why you were chose,
For this great mission today.

For you have been surely blessed,
With a faith complete and whole,
You've been prepared for this test,
Now go and share what you know.

And keep in mind your quest,
To gather the children who know,
That love's the answer to this test,
Upon which a true Church can grow.

Now I come before you today,
For help in spreading this word,
For its the Church we must save,
To find a path true and sure.

The end times are now upon us,
We need to be better prepared,
With a Church which is more just,
To embrace those lost and scared.

Our Church should always be righteous,
And offer salvation's warm embrace,
It should help the groom to find us,
And with our lamps full we will wait.

But our task reaches further still,
As there is much work to be done,
For we need to ensure God's will,
On earth as it is in heaven!

We'll teach love and forgiveness,
Of both trespasses and debts,
Our mission does not glorify us,
Rather the Lord who gave us this quest.

Once we believe our mission complete,
Humility will show us we have more to do,
And we will always endlessy seek,
That which the Spirit tells us is true.

And above all we will keep in mind,
That it takes a heart wide and great,
Filled with all the love we can find,
To pass through the narrow gate.

So a call to action must be made,
For our great holy quest has begun, 
Visit us whether or not you're saved,
At True Christian Church dot com.

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2010

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Revolution means Bloodshed we are not ready for

Since It's very hard living in these 
days & times

I don't mean pick up a gun & gather 
a group to help you run

A campaign

Must be created & implemented 
with Thought & Education

Unless you rather spend your time 
behind bars in frustration

Without freedom of your own god 
given talents

I'm not trying to say these words to 
draw interest through ballads

I say them to educate to the 
revolutionary thinker

Power is something we all think of

Rarely we realize what it really takes 
to attain

Power with the correct education 
will stabilize & stimulate the brain

Money will rescue you from the 
debts of poverty

Without a strategy to think

The oppressor is waiting for us to 
unite & fight

They have one button tactics that 
will blow us in the blink of an eye 
sight

To supersede

We must revolutionize the mind to 
encourage ourselves away from any 
form of evil

"Revolution means Bloodshed"

So that means we must help socio-
systematically 

Self encourage a systematic finance 
for our own people

Because we used to have ownership

What we must re create

Is a tactic 

Intelligently revolutionizing  black & 
white people empowerment

Re-developed economic  business 
entreprenuer thinkers

Self created invention & services 

That will annialate the mental & 
physical mass consumption of 
consumer dreamers

Copyright © Kamal Al-Adil | Year Posted 2012

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Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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I Have Half A Mind

I have half a mind,
To just let go,
Let go of notions,
Which plague me so.

What's it really matter,
If I lose or if I win,
Isn't it that I played,
That matters in the end?

I played from the heart,
And gave it all I got,
With honor and pride,
I've attained this spot.

But like I said before,
You know I have half a mind,
To just let it all go,
No more effort, no more trying...

But the other half sustains,
That which I am thankful For,
Pushing me with great strength,
I can take flight and soar.

And the higher I fly,
From efforts past spent,
The greater I espy,
The grandness of men.

Oh I have half a mind,
To give up, throw the towel in,
But I still have half a mind,
To find a way to soar again!

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2007

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Georg Cantor Chasing infinity I must

Georg Cantor. Chasing infinity. I must!

He was a very lonely man
Tortured by desire to understand
The world and the God’s mind 
Like a fearless seasoned sailor 
He embarked an elegant boat 
Of extreme mental endeavor 
With powerful white sails spread wide 
And four winds flying behind
He sailed into the realm of unknown
Rejected and abandoned by the world
Breaking hostile waves utterly alone

His peers called him scientific charlatan
And his attempt sickness of mind
But he ignored them and moved forward
Trying to find terra incognita
That was keeping secrets of mathematics
Touching the limits of infinity
Balancing on the edge of insanity
He reached a point where 
All the lines of reality converge 
In the mind of God in one tight knot
Where everything starts and ends 
In one minuscule steadfast spot
The sails halted entangled in wind
And collapsed in a wide swing

He stood there still for three days
Like crucified sun on the cross
Of torturous spring equinox
Till the moment of revelation came
He saw overwhelmingly beautiful pattern
Spread wide in front of his sight
Of cosmic motion in one elegant flight
Moving towards the horizon
And bending on the other side
He saw infinity standing still all night
Revealing to him her mystical beauty
Expressed in vision of cornucopia
Of even bigger infinities springing
From each other’s solar plexus
Spreading at the speed of light
In an eerie turbulent cosmic night 
Lustfully intertwining in one knot
And passionately devouring each other
In heavenly cosmic orgy of motion 
Expiring in violent fiery commotion
And then flying slowly away 
In a sensuous dreamy way
Extending to the horizon
And disappearing at sun rising
The next morning he saw
The navel of cosmos giving birth
To forever expanding universe
Overwhelmed with exhaustion
In numb emptiness he collapsed


He woke up in the cell of mad house
Opening his burning eyes
In pitch darkness of aerie night
He saw himself laying in a cold 
Metal bed with restricting shirt 
Holding his arms tied
Firmly behind his spine
Covered with sticky blanket of sweat

Waking up he was trying to grasp
The meaning of his vivid dream
And to memorize how big is infinity
Which he saw reaching the dome 
Of his head and spreading outside it
How big infinity is that it would fit 
In his feverishly racing mind 
He agonized about it every night

In the depth of darkness, 
He heard a secret voice 
Calling him to open the doors
To mathematics of infinity
And in a daze of inspiration 
And non-ending hallucinations
In his dream he saw the numbers
Dancing in front of his eyes
Like seagulls flying up high
In the bright bottomless sky 
And diving in to the ocean
Of eternal primal motion 
With indescribable precision
He put names on each of them
He saw their faces smiling at him
Seductively winking in a lustful way
And then spreading out in disarray
He could count them and see
How elegant the pattern was
That weaves the fabric of cosmos
The numbers were dancing 
in front of his eyes all night along
Till the morning opened the doors
They dissipated like vampires
Burnt to dust by the power of light
With sun breaking through the window

All he could see was ashes and dust
He couldn’t remember last night’s lust
He saw it he memorized the design 
But in the bright sunlight
He couldn’t remember it
Or think of it or see it
It was gone in one instant
It was like a gulp of water
Disappearing in his mouth
That quenched his thirst 
But could not be grasped
A moment ago it had
A shape of clear glass
That he held in his hands
And now it was nothing
But a part of his flesh

A lonely organ was playing Bach
In the distant landscape
Behind cold shattered window
With frost painted floral glass

He struggled to remember
And he screamed: 
I must I must to grasp it 
To catch it to understand it
To memorize it to etch it
That which was hidden 
Will be brought to light 
One day or one night
In bright sun or candlelight
I must to find the way
To etch it in my brain
I must!

A solitary violin was crying
In a distant murky landscape 
Of remote rural Saxony
Telling a tragic story of a lonely man
Possessed by desire to understand
His titanic effort to catch infinity
With his bare strong hands
Of his brilliant powerful mind 
Locked in a cramped square 
Filled with transcendental fear
Clinging to infinity hopelessly
In his feverishly racing brain
Like an old man in the sea
Was holding a sublime fish
Bigger than his eyes could see
In desperate mortal attempt 
To win the battle of his life
Or to perish in demise

Violin was crying for infinity
imprisoned in a tiny square
Of a madhouse dreary cell
In an extraordinary mind 
Of a very lonely man
Till the day he died 
Then the doors opened wide
Letting freed infinity fly away
In to the burning skies
Of the cold grim evening
Of sorrowful winter day

Lonely Violin quietly cried 
For a man who tried 
To tame infinity
Like a wild mustang 
That was born to be wild

Copyright © ruta skendeliene | Year Posted 2016

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3 Husbands

Numero Un: 

To have and to hold, 
A Midas, 
Replete with gold.	

Lord of mountain hideaway, 
In Aspen, 
For family play.	

Manhattan penthouse 
Zooming Ferrari, 
Moneyed clout.	

Powerful and homely, 
Spawning ground, 
Socially comely.	

Numero Deux: 

To have and to hold, 
A Casanova, 
The force behold.

Sleepless nights, 
Expel, 
Monotonous rites.

Playful fun, 
Two bodies, 
Orgasmically one.

Always game, 
For another round, 
Of the same.	

Numero Trois: 

To have and to hold, 
An Aristotle, 
Intellectually bold.

Philosophy spewing, 
Questioning, 
Tradition chewing.

Brainwork overtime, 
Soaking, 
Prose and rhyme.

Original mind, 
Prejudices, immorality, 
Left far behind.

3 husbands, 
Heroes all 3, 
All with virtuous qualities.

Ahh……………. fantasy, 
3 rolled into 1
Can it ever be?

Copyright © Ritu Saheb | Year Posted 2016