Best 1995 Poems

I’ve been dying inside for so many years
I’ve bee searching for a cure
I try so hard to understand what my body is telling me
I can feel my heart aching, the void I feel is so strong
I’ve been searching for ways to fill what was never...

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SARAJEVO-1995  Another Cease Fire
As old as death and cold as nevermore
all set to stone, by those who've died before;
the acts of love, though viewed a falacy
reveal the truth of what has come to be
and given to what friendship has in store.

This city with its...

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I can hear the water, 
	a giggle almost, 
	in the small cold spring 
	by which I sat
	that foggy morning, 
	sketchbook, pen, and watercolors in hand. 
	A weed with a single white flower 
	grew from the innards 
	of a half submerged, 
	humus-bound log 
	alive with neon-green...

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VRBANJA - BRIDGE OF DEATH - SARAJEVO 1995
You steal the light when there is none to see
when there is nothing left, you take it all,
For Sarajevo. just the shell of we
stands mesmerized; and backed against the wall. 

Our Balken moon's behind some branches bare
We watch...

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One dark, debase moment of human deceit,
Explodes bloody carnage down into the street.
Wallets and windows fly, smoking and smashed.
Marrow and metal land, mangled and mashed.
Fragments in coffins, sealed soft in this earth.
Prayers pronounce endings too soon after birth.
Witness the mothers, who shriek names and weep,
Then...

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NIGHTS IN BOSNIA-HERZOGOVINA - 1995
We love you death, and welcome all you're not;
no love, no hate, no failing and no gain,
no fighting for the things we haven't got
nor wondering about our latest pain.

Your mercy is a thing we'd surely bless
anticipating you, our only friend,
who brings...

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CHRISTMAS IN BOSNIA-HERZAGOVINA 1994
Another Christmas brought them to more winter night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.

There's no repent for killing, as it's done,
and no...

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I always wanted to be an aritist....in my heart I knew I always was one.  I really 
need to go to New YOrk and paint abstract art.   My Mother and Father are real 
talented.  My Mother is an Artist.  I...

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SARAJEVO SUICIDE -1995
If only I'd the heart to be
the stronger of the two of we,
perchance I'd find you hiding here
and part of who is you and me.

But merciless, love gives no clue
from whence it comes, nor goes into;
the time of day it might appear,
then leave,...

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SARAJEVO 1995 - CITY ON FIRE
In the reading of the tea leaves
from the light of candle flame,
is the vision of the coming
of more ways to stay the same.

From the smell of incense burning
and the taste of sacred wine,
is the knowing of the reason
God won't let...

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JOURNEY- 1995

Weren’t we hauling ass?
The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills,
the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks,
the undulating topography like the musical score
of a landscape melody riding on the rhythms of
a percussion ensemble of steel wheels and rails,
the white-light blue sky of Castilla-LaMancha
blowing by...

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He's not one to hold hands with people, but when I heard he wanted to die, I wanted to hold his hand tightly so his weak bones became mine and the muscles in my arm became his so he was strong. 

I've always known pain,...

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BOMBERS AND BUTCHERS
Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many more will die,
you will go home again, it is not gone,

but merely re-arranged, or burned at most,
your place called home still thrives...

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All lover's words are meant to be mean,
hurting with his fists he did choose.
Feeling that there was no other choice but to stay,
no open door you could use.

He warned you, "Never tell a soul,
or I will personally make you pay!"
Scared that he would follow through...

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What of change, be it the seasons of life or the colours of our minds;
Do we stand still or move on 'til we find what we are looking for.
Change is a natural phenomenon; part of our own creation.
It gives us strength, hope and realisation of...

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