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Barefoot we spend our time in spring, Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream When we, in love are blossoming. We splash inside a cool fresh stream. Our time in spring - how sweet the dream! A few years pass; there comes an ache for something more in summertime. We feel such heat! Down by the lake we soothe our ache. It is sublime down by the lake in summertime! Refrain: Love is a stream, and then it grows. A river soon, through life it flows! And two enduring to the end see love become an ocean then! A rushing river, wanting more, through highs and lows, still so in love, we roll down to the ocean’s shore where memories we’ve plenty of! We stroll fall’s shore, still so in love. An ocean of devotion lies ahead of us – deep like the sea. Our souls live on; the greatest prize - to share out love eternally! Oh winter’s love, deep like the sea Refrain: Love is a stream, and then it grows A river soon, through life it flows! And two enduring to the end see love becomes an ocean then! (just went through this and significantly changed it to make it more generic and also to include all four seasons of love)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015




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last thing I remember is the look upon his face
shot him dead right where he stood then left without a trace 
killed a man robbing his castle for some pocket change 
if I could I'd take it back my life I'd rearrange 

(chorus)

as I lie here on this prison bed I look up toward the sky
His Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why 
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud 
I've put my trust in these three things... 
the spirit, the water, and the blood 

growing up I never knew the man who caused my birth 
the only dad I ever knew destroyed my own self-worth 
the day he beat my mother was the day I thought I'd die 
I swore it'd be the last time this young man would ever cry 

as I lie here on this prison bed I look up toward the sky 
His Word says He still loves me though I can't help wonder why 
the man I am today is one He pulled up from the mud 
I've put my hope in these three things... 
the spirit, the water, and the blood 

(bridge) 

looking in this broken mirror I see a man redeemed 
my newborn faith in God above uplifts my self-esteem 
the One who sent his Son to die forever set me free 
these bars that keep me locked up now will soon no longer be 
(I'll pay the penalty) 

the time has come the needle waits I find myself at peace 
today's the day to pay my dues before I find release 
forgiveness I have begged from Him for causing so much pain 
my hope is He remembers me and that I'll live again 

as I lie upon this bed of death I slowly close my eyes 
his family's all gathered 'round no need to wonder why 
the man I killed's dear widow helped to pull me from the mud 
(because like me) 
she's put her faith in these three things... 
the spirit, the water, and the blood


* this one re-posted for Lexi

** to be read with your best Johnny Cash voice

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Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2018

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I watch the ocean waves from underneath it all.
Deep down.
It's getting harder to breathe.
This water makes its way into my lungs.
You're suffocating me.
Asphyxiation.
Just leave me here, you haven't changed at all.
You fall apart, every time you start.
Just start realizing you can't replace the hole that you put in my heart.
One last breath to say goodbye.
I'll tell myself a final lie.
"I'll make it out alive."
The only thing that can feel this hole is the water that buries me at sea.
It'll feel the void, complete me.
Will I ever feel my limbs again? 
Is this the end of my suffering? 
I don't feel like waking up.
I can't wake up.
I can't see the sunrise anymore.
I have sunken to the ocean floor.

Copyright © Logan Saucillo | Year Posted 2009




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She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in

For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing

Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin

Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster

The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide

Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.

As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.

Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent

Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl

Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck

She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage

The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in

With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral

And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night

And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.

SADNESS
©Danielle White

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008

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Written November 2, 2015


With my back against the wall
I fall
Down never ending staircases
That spiral down below
To seas where books float downstream
Along open pages reflecting past memories
Spinous leather bound by visionaries
Bookended and upended
I'm nothing but a cog
A pawn in this epilogue
Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead
And with them I make my bed
Lost in the littered pages of history
My life is bordering the brink
So does it matter what I think?
You'll miss me if you blink
Writing this book in disappearing ink

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2016

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	By Ombuge Moses

Mama!
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground

Baba!
Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You sleep in a crack ground
Forever never to see you again
Mama has followed you
Death has come

It’s so helpless
Who to run to
They promised food
They brought food
They promised water
They brought water
We need food
We need water
We are dying of hunger, of thirst
Who will take care of me the orphan?
Will I die before the next food come?
Will I die before the next water come?
Will I die like Baba?
Will I lay helpless to death like Mama?
Heavenly GOD
Your mercy
I cry indeed
In need
Not In want

When they saw us dying
They brought canned food
When they saw us dying
They brought bottled water
This is a customary issue, problem
Death of hunger
Thirst to death
The solution is death, for me
For you, solution- canned food, bottled water
We need a source
Give us a water source
To plant the seed
To eat from our labor
Weeding, Oh! How is it done?
Irrigating the plant
Nurturing the crop
To live to see a generation
A healthy life
An ordinary way to live
To this

Mama!
You sleep on a cracked ground
Baba!
You sleep in a cracked ground
Dead, you are gone
I your son,
Tonight, I sleep on a cracked ground
If I see tomorrow, I will bury you Mama
I will water your grave Baba
If they give me a water source
Bottled one, I will quench
The thirst that killed you Mama
Use the source to irrigate
Plant a seed, to grow food
A generation
A future
A healthy mind
Never to sleep
On,
In,
A cracked ground
God, to guide
A Kenyan, for a generation

Copyright © Moses Ombuge | Year Posted 2011

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Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Water  Witch

Alcazar’s crystal  pools
Rim their ancient holes
Of time and place where the minx
Links her Pagan spells.
She watches them perform 
On me, 
Her dry, untainted lover 
Where’s there’s no escaping
Her magic 
She swims and circles my body
That’s begging 
She smiles and spirits me 
To her astral home 
And Sinks me into her 
Wet forever.

M.A. Buchanan

Copyright © MaryAnn Buchanan | Year Posted 2014

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The water when i kiss you 
the water in your blood
the water in my veins
i seek to find your insides 
not far from me now
the water down below
i you rise with the sea
i rise with the night to meet you
its cold you say
but i can feel your heart
this moment it never goes away
this moment move or do you stay

does the moon govern you
how long will it be full
full enough for me to reach you
this moment of love and play

Copyright © eddywon hasagawa | Year Posted 2016

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VII.	I’ve never walked on water.  I’ve never calmed a storm.  I’ve never fed a 
multitude with fish and bread.  Brother, I think it’s time to change your attitude.  Follow Jesus 
and He’ll make you fishers of men.

CH.	Cast your nets on the other side of the water and you’ll be fishers of men.  All it 
takes is to trust in Him and have some faith and that’s how to become fishers of men.

VII.	I’ve never seen a net that wasn’t full.  One by one they cami in like we’ve never 
seen.  Jesus made a miracle on that day.  Cast your nets in the water and become fishers of 
men.

Copyright © Cody Young | Year Posted 2009

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Into the water now I go to die
That I may live again
Live now O Christ for me, and no more I
Glory, I am born again

To your Holy Spirit I yield my life
Yield it again for me
By grace alone I win in all my strife
Thanks, O Lord you ransomed me

Under the water I take your image now
Day by day led by you
Your sweet covenant and law becomes my vow
Pray for me, Lord, keep me true.

By faith alone my flesh shall die in grace
O Christ, now cover me
Make me a witness in thy full embrace
Hosannah, you ransomed me.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010

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--Anacreontic Verse-- Dry heavens build Temple to the North Fluff billows up from Crags to stratosphere Midnight cover Issues forth Engulfs solar orb Cloud King’s dance begins Footfalls fill the sky Grape press of the Gods Now drowns our sins Monsoon rain’s vintage Pours down from high Deep lilac cloudburst, His hands touch plain Land surrenders Its sweet release Breathe floral musk Of desert rain Once parched ground revels Moist in its surcease Light fragrance spiced Sweet pollen with our Kiln-baked sins, the Hint of ancient bones Astringent whiff of Ozone’s bite within Intoxicating Rich organic loam Dry rivers pregnant Rough land transforms To fertile home Soft fragrance Of a harsh world Yet renewed 8/7/16 For contest: Anacreontic Verse 4 Sponsor: Edward Ebbs

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Bait ready, line in the water,
it is in the waiting that taught her...
its all in the way you put out the tease,
chumming the water for fishing the seas...

as the schools begin to near
easy meals entice the absense of fear...
slowly and smoothly reel in the line,
you have their attention, they're ready to dine...

May I catch a moment of your time?
Having it makes me feel real and sublime...
give me your interests, and I'll give you a piece,
in this little game of catch and release....

the pain of hunger is taking its tole,
instinct draws you in close as I pull at the pole
you nibble the bait approaching the hook
but here little bites bring on a second look

Ah, the pole bounces and the fisherman smiles,
it all goes to show and its been a while...
then the pole bends and now its time to pull in
the awaited moment thats about to begin...

May I catch a moment of your time?
Having it makes me feel real and sublime...
give me your interests, and I'll give you a piece,
in this little game of catch and release....



Since you were lured
I pull you a board
and measure you....
measure your growth,
but just rest assured,
you are adored...

I kiss you on the lip
as you flounder and flip
in my grip...

I only mean to help, I only mean to give,
return you to water so that you may live....

See, I got to hold you and you got to eat,
I played you and we got to meet....

Copyright © Richard Bates | Year Posted 2011

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Is it worth the salty water
Or trudge through wind and rain?
You feel as though you've lost it all.
What's Left is strife and pain.

Is it worth the salty water
Or trails it leaves behind?
You fret about the life you've lived.
Harsh thoughts consume the mind.

Is it worth the salty water
To just lie still and wait?
Your tears may come and they may go.
Why hold an empty plate?

Copyright © Clifford Woodell | Year Posted 2013

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Whoever said 
open eyes betray emotion
never knew them
closed.

For, love is
an ocean 'til the rivers
feeding it give up the
ghost.

I stand huddled
at this puddle, puzzled,
foot nuzzling the
coast.

No ghost or
god of old pages boasted
could sing these hollow
notes.

Copyright © Ricky Smooth | Year Posted 2013

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Walking in water....

I don't even know
why you decide to do me this way,
Is it that you are weak
to avoid temptation?
you fooled me with your fake smile
told many lies to my face
I never gave you a reason to do me this way...

walking in water....
(of tears)
pouring down on me...
(for years)
listening to winds cry
when the dove birds die
walking in water
(of tears.....)
cry....

dropping one by one
when you tell a lie
they die...

walking in water....
(of tears)
pouring down on me...
(for years)
listening to winds cry
when the dove birds die
walking in water
(of tears.....)
cry...., oooh cry...., cry...

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2015

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He is an architect of soundscapes.  
Senseless with passion he stands 
before a pending deluge.  
Rapt is he to the resounding
din within the halls of his skull.  At night,
the architect will dream of faces
they smile and laugh—they cry and sigh, 
and he must reconcile with the knowledge
that he is responsible for their being, 
as incomplete as they may be.  They chant
his name at the brimming of the storm—he
hears their voices as whispers.  There is a 
grind which pulses perpetually through
as he hears the endless ringing, through rime
and reason.  As chaos descends upon
him, he peels back his flesh to better feel
the salt from the ocean.  Waves engulf him.
Although he is afraid, he submits to the
tempest.  Underneath the water’s surface
are endless observations for his eye.
Swirling shades of chaos glimmer above
as he shouts profound profanities to 
heaven.  As the storm recedes, the water
will dismiss the architect from suffering.
He then must dredge the bodies—blue-faced and
bloated—to the dry banks of his stream of
consciousness—where autopsies may yield some 
connotation, but never certainty.  

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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One thing about music
Is when it hits you you feel no pain
One thing about music 
Is when it hits you you feel no pain
Hit me and wake me up
Surely blame will call your name

Only yesterday was easy
As crept on through the night
Only yesterday was easy
And tomorrow don't look too bright.
All we can say is "oh what shame
Things didn't work out right".

Nowadays it seems you feel with beliefs
And I'm left here alone with no sign of relief.

I want a lover, No I don't want to love her
Yeah, I don't want a lover, I just want to love her

If I knew I'd be here today
I'd wear my heart around my neck
Paid my loving debt with all my time spent
If I could see tomorrow I'd stay dreaming about tonight
And If I could walk on water I'd make everything right.

No I don't want a lover,I just want to love her
Yeah, I want a lover, I don't want to love her

I could change time with one simple line
I could make you think that you're living free
I could go leave, let you have your days
Say goodbye and make our separate ways.

But I want a lover, No I don't want to love her
Yeah, yeah I don't want a lover, I just want to love her
I want to be a lover, No I don't want to love her
No, no, don't want be lover, but I just got to love her.


If I could see tomorrow I'd be more than enough
'Cause all of these callouses have made so rough.
If I could see you once I'd stay there all night.
And if I could walk on water I'd make everything right.

Nowadays it seems I believe
Let it take me that loving relief.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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paper is meant for messages
chairs are meant for sitting
water is meant for life
and truth is meant for living

sometimes exits close
sometimes we have no choice
those directions that times pose
guides the living that I voice

fields of wild flowers
the rustling of trees
nature shows God's will
seeking, stirred up by the breeze

Trials as solid diamond
more solid than graphene
both melt in great temperature
heat not stronger than this queen

resilience meant for trials
birth is meant for new
brings change meant to alter
old fallacies that grew

Great Basin Bristlecone Pine
Can one change as time goes on?
Or do I cut down the growth
til unwillingness is gone?

mirrors meant for reflection
a caress meant for affection
I'm meant for a new resurrection
for a new life connection

The drizzling of rain
the patter as it falls
I hear drops of a new life
thru rebirth as it calls

Copyright © Richard Bates | Year Posted 2015

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Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2011

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I'm searching for a hero that i cannot find
I'm searching for a hero outside my mind
What was once lost in the seas of deception 
Swimming in the pool of Godly anticipation
Can now be found in the water of a priest
Wearing the wings of an angel once deceased

He called me once to come to him
I couldn't bring myself to answer him
Why would i choose him out of them all
Why this particular call

I look up to the sky trying to find 
What people tell me he will never hide
The grace of God is what they keep telling me
Will be pulling and tugging ABUNDANTLY
On the corners of soul, pulling on the fragile strings of happiness
Finding the marvelous bliss I'll never discover one way or another

I use to feel my soul starting to dissolve in the toxic waste i called a life
That nuclear diaster was consuming my soul
Eating it up without a sound
I could hardly feel it slipping away, till the skies opened 
And with it came that purifying rain, the rain unlike water that washed away the pain

The deep feeling of a call unlike any other
Calling it to come into the love
Calling it to come into the laughter
Calling it to reintroduce itself as a new and refreshened vessel of hope

He called me once to come to him
I couldn't bring myself to answer him
That previous call i could have listened 
That big brick wall i could have demolished
What is it about the angels that he sent for my soul 
They shine so brightly with their airtight hold

Believe me when i tell you you will never feel 
The blistering heat nor the paralising cold
The calling of this soul was never easy 
The toughest job the big guy had to deal
The biggest deal he had to attentively seal

The soul the soul felt a great sense of peace in its calling 
Because it was no longer ignoring
Ignoring the peace 
Ignoring the love
Ignoring the peaceful hold of the Gods

He called me once to come to him
I couldn't bring myself to answer him 
The calling of my soul that made my whole entire being feel whole
That's the day the calling of souls began

Copyright © Nokwanda Vilakazi | Year Posted 2012

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Turn water into wine
in this long swimming pool
and let us swim
and count our lengths.

Turn still into sparkling
under bronze shower taps
and let wine bubble over
our bright towels.

***
  
Turn 'like' into more,
if you would like to, man,
and permeate me
'grand cru' time.


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(Inspired by a line in the contest lyrics.)

3/9/2017

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Sponsor - rob carmack

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Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2017

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For a man to walk alone...in a city of millions
For a heart to be forlorn...in a world of billions

For a man to wander...purposelessly below his limits
For the soul to wonder...why it even exists

The first raindrop...fell to the desert earth
And as it dried up...it felt so close to death

But soon another one fell...then more rain came 
And soon all those raindrops...collected into a powerful stream

It washed away the dust
To reveal his Grand Canyon 
His mountain of troubles also didn’t last
For his beautiful Niagara Falls came down

So for a man to be out in the rain
Misfortune and shame his mantra
The first raindrop to fall into the ocean
Drew a rainbow from thunder

For a man to walk alone...in a city of millions
For a heart to be forlorn...in a world of billions

For a man to wander...purposelessly below his limits
For the soul to wonder...why it even exists

For a man to be alone...drowning his own teardrops
Raindrops fell to a desert dune...and flowed steadily into an oasis

So you’re not alone...maybe a bit dried up
You’re just thirsty for life...come on and drink up!




Thabang Jan Ngoma
07-15-2015

Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Contest Name: GUTS and GAIN 

Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015

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The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man

Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2010

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Bath water …
Warm 
Maybe too hot to feel
I'm feeling alone and cold inside.   Little time to relax to reflect on some thoughts and several things in my life. My eyes rolled to the back of my head like…, I just can’t believe this.
Several attempts to cry but....
Pain tolerance…
High.
Never mind
It's not pride.  I've tried not to hide but found that I can survive time. I'm too wet to write.  Not fighting the flow 
The need for expressing my feelings are needed I’ve pleaded with myself looking into a mirror Reciting lines after lines looking and listening to what could be my own poetic Passion.
My voice, my thoughts raw; Cuts deep for the personal gain for something I’m in search for.
Stitches soak in wet as my hand drips excess water and blood, like my mind with words I’m thinking the pain can’t get any worst. 
Crossing out thoughts like the tattoo on my arm baring witness to my personal pain. Forever tattooed cross for my personal reminder like my stitches will be the reminder of another time. The past can’t last forever. Timeless thoughts. I’m Scared.
The pain, mine I'm the blame.  
I'm not ashamed.
It's the man I have to tame inside
Several mistakes cover my body, leaving scars for stories to be told or for the unknown record of my life.  Like testifying to living proof.  My mistakes I can’t tell.
I'm still learning.
Feelings desire’s that I won't let control or bury me in misery.
No mercy
I refuse to look away
Or walk away from my pain because each stitch tells 13 stories like the souls of men and women they are different and defines their personal pain.
My scares are my personal and emotional team working together influencing a chemical balance or at times unbalance thoughts dancing to a hardcore jazz sound.  A mixture, variety of thoughts.
Bath water cold 
My thoughts are now different, time taught me this lesson it can't stopped or locked away like the dreams of my mind. 
No stop watch or maybe I’m just lost in time.

Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2013

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Written April 2, 2016


Queen of sovereignty
Princess of denial
It's more than just a river
Take me down to your water's edge
Where I'll wade in my gown
To dip me in the name of the father, son, and the Holy Ghost
Raise your glasses to a toast
Though sinners promise not to boast
If they hope to be redeemed

Approach it now full head of steam
Feel no pain
White cotton shirt that bears the stain
Red wine that bleeds out from the vines
Of ivy vineyards overarching overpasses
Where homeless men seek shelter from the masses
Hoping that every day shines brighter than the last
I pray for them in the name of those who have passed
On

But you're too far gone for the sounds of classical crescendos
She's not impressed with your clever innuendos
When you speak of breeding Ignorance and Want
She can see through your allegorical alliteration
That couldn't even save the nation
From spoiled grapes of wrath

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2016

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     Beneath the bay's 
frigid waters
life abounds
    large fish swim 
and green plants grow
    Frosty air above ,
movement below
No fisherman here today 
   the air is too chilly
    Let's give our planet a respite
    When the waters are 
too cold 
    It is difficult 
to live and prosper
   Ice water chills 
our souls
    Yet we will survive 
and live on 
    and our hopes 
will live on as well
The ice water home 
     won't last forever
The frozen lake will thaw
  In the meantime 
    we'll feast on our dreams

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010

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Written March 10, 2015


The sun is risen
Its sultry shimmer shines on the ocean
Keeping the moon at bay
Whilst the sound washes off the shore
You arise from your slumber
As a reservoir of lakes flow from your eyes

I've come here once more
For mourning in the morning
At this Buddhist temple in the sand
For meditation in the midst of misting mountaintop waterfalls
Watch them miraculously marvel right before your eyes

Close your eyes now dear
Forget the fleeting taste of fear
You're home now
Time to loosen your chains
And wipe away those tears
You've been crying all these years

Hold your hopes to the window
For all those outside to see
They're fogging up the screen
Of silver where dreams are weaned
Off the teat of the trying and the dying
'Til we're sighing with the lying and flying off the tracks

I've come here once more
For mourning in the morning
At this Buddhist temple in the sand
For meditation in the midst of misting mountaintop waterfalls
Watch them miraculously marvel right before your eyes

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2016

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Floundering on the shore
Of a new-found land
Couldn't breathe air
Til I landed on sand
Purely by accident
Not by my hand
Purely by accident
Can't understand.

Copyright © Jane Wainwright | Year Posted 2009

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Written January 30, 2013


A lame duck calls and asks me for the key
To The Barn on Sycamore
A dog drenched down for everyone to see

Walk a line cut thin by your disease
Frayed then dyed and petrified
A moral conscience longing to believe

The flood gates poured before you learned to breathe
Fighting up and falling down
Swim around in circles till you're freed

When smooth libations yield vibrating needs
Sunlight wakes us from our sleep
To get all our affairs in order, so we can repeat

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013