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Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Used As An Experiment

Used As an Experiment

THE SILENCE IS BREAKING MEEEE….CAN’T YOU SEE?


V.1: Strong AS STEEL, wrapped up with silver, heartfelt ribbons
Give it to me – the rope of hope
You smoked me out like a cigarette…
Used like I’m an experiment…I mope…I mope…
I’ve been ruined a thousand times
Yet, I stayed strong – I never cried a tear

(pre-chorus)
You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you
(pre-chorus)
You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.2: I bleed…you were my disease once upon a time
Visiting rehab in my head…
Addicted to you like a drug…
Abused and moved by you….
I don’t care about me anymore…
Disaster unfolds, trapped in your scorching RIBCAGE…
Restoring rage….you called me hideous names behind your breath
I’m like an absurd bird, longing to fly out of her cage
Now, I get you…I get your motives of abandoning me…. 
You neglected me…you stubborn, attention-seeker
You never listened to my acknowledging complements 

(pre-chorus)
You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.3: You ditched me with heartless selfishness in your heart – you’re a 
devil! 
Your lips soaked up the poison in your heart…it cements
Deep inside of you…deep down inside…
Wait for me, so I can keep up with you…
I don’t care about me anymore…
Disaster unfolds, trapped in your RIBCAGE…
Restoring rage….burning wild like wild sage…
I’m like an absurd bird, longing to fly out of his cage
Don’t discard me – give your heart a break
Don’t hurt me – for Mount Heaven’s sake!

(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.4: Loving you ain’t easy, that’s for shore…we never were a fine pair (you 
only lived for your own satisfactions)
Blameworthy – I seem to be these days
Get up from the ground and think better about your actions (For all I’ve 
stood for, you were never appreciative…I swam lonely in the pool of misery 
and despair)
Next time, leave the front door…
I’ve been wandering in the maze of bewilderment
Find your own way out of my labyrinth of lament
Dare to wonder where I’ve been?
In the cave of sin…caved in by sin…
Getting devoured in the lion’s den…

(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.5: I don’t care anymore…
Disaster unfolds, trapped in your RIBCAGE…
Restoring rage…burning bright like a star with a tattooed scar
It feels so wrong to be in the dark, so far…so far…
Away from your charms…your warm, cuddly arms…
So far, I’ve been digging deep in your soul…
Anxiety banging at my skull…skull…
In my mind and heart again
Forget and forgive 
Feed the flames of uncertainty
You don’t deserve to die or live
Where shall I flee? Free me…

(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you
(pre-chorus)
 You’re getting by – I’ll let you through and go ahead and commit your 
crimes!
I have no fear in my young heart…I don’t bottle up fear
And I ain’t gonna shed a tear for you 
I’ll keep searching for the light with or without you

(chorus)
What am I supposed to do? 
Your hate internalized in me…
Don’t ask me to change – I sift out every single lie
Because I won’t stop believing in the Lord Most High
I burned in the dense flames, 
I churned…in the ocean of blames…
Remorse, calling me names

V.6: Yet, I stayed strong – I never cried a tear
I’ve been ruined a thousand times
Used like I’m an experiment…I mope…I mope…
You smoked me out like a cigarette…
Give it to me – the rope of hope
On my own, feeling like I don’t belong – wrapped up with blue, heartless 
ribbons


THE DISTRESS ABYSS IS SUCKING ME UP – RELEASE MEEEEE….

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details

Double Cross My Heart

Selena...Sarah the Sorceress
Russell...the Ghost of Never-land
This year has not been mine
Death laughs at me as he steals my grandfather from me
while I plead emptily for him to take me instead
yet I fail to realize I'm already dead
This sudden move robbed me from my angel
tore apart the fabric of my reality
Time has elapsed, Spring is here
but forgetting gets harder when your own movie replays
it's nearly impossible to let go
It's been almost a year to date and I remain the loser
yet I have a week now, week to dabble in my past
a week to pick up where I left off
How naive can I be; I was thrilled for the life of me
but life quickly reminded me I was better off away..
Time stops for no one and lives stop for nothing
A short memory slip, I'm back to accepting banishing failure
The hope for tomorrow: be better than today
a well received conversation with a father
re-connection with a grandmother
kept pouring into the jar: "Wanting to Stay"
The sun blocks out the blind and I along with it
as the moon, my only guide, shines at night
This fright of life I live can never give a home to a bright-side
hopefully reuniting with my Sorceress will bring this Ghost to life
may it free the anger inside
at the same park where our first date began, our tryst
A decision to make, a road to take just to discard the thought
a yearning to sit and bask in her presence
a yearning to sit and hold her in my arms
but I'd be too afraid to let her go for she may be lost to me
forever and again
Joy and excitement in my heart, killed from the start
as I find her by the bridge, her kid sister in tow
so I glance down for a sign of the fall...I'd live
Moments pass by, talking and wondering why
why she...why she couldn't be mine one final time
No one could best me, put her on a pedestal reaching the clouds
treat like a princess or am I just speaking out of desperation
I didn't know what to do then, I still don't
I know all the words, the motions; I have the oceans on my side
yet all I can do is stop and stare
All the confidence I summoned up subsided
by the fact only four days remain before I'm shipped off once more
to an unforgiving place; an uneven plain of pure torment to my soul
How can it be; I'm feeling alone even with her
man, I miss her...upon this cliff, perched on this rock
overlooking the world I wished for her to see, my arm around her
We let our feelings play out, told our history
as soon as I make my leave, "why did I come here in the first place"
the thought to cross my mind
I felt so lost but I couldn't allow her to see me cry
not here, not with her eyes piercing me
How can it be, how can it be; I guarantee, guarantee...
she'll never miss me...
I knew everything when it came to her even about her other
and all they did together; she told me everything
Has the color faded from my face
all at once, all my claims were broken and betrayed by one girl
I admit seeing her was a victory, a wish come true
but I still left defeated, like what I thought I had to win
I only came to lose
My heart was hers once, will I ever get it back
but lets be honest, no one looks as good as her with that
Couldn't she notice the way I held my head
when my dimmed eyes were focused on the air
Comments fell, goodbyes were said yet no hugs were gave
I believe we would've both broke down
Fear and anguish wasn't present, the feeling of leaving nothing
fell hard like bricks
The wall came crashing down all around, barely making a sound
Tears fell but I let no one see; the music knew all too well
The feelings inside: hurt and pain; looks like agony won today
I started to turn and run but looked back at everything I had loved
speeding off while I wonder if it meant anything at all
I gasp for eternity, regretfully leaving behind beauty
Where's a wall, a punching bag, ANYTHING!
I'm full of rage, sorrow; I need to let it out
I can't accept this, not yet, my future wife in my eyes is a friend
a perfect chance for closure down the drain I'm sorry
How on Earth can I possible pretend
What if the nightmare became the truth
What could I have left to believe in if it were all true...
I have a barrage of questions but I receive never answers
My heart was hers once now it's a delicate necklace around her neck
I didn't love enough to watch myself fall away 
like dust on an old carpet
Stranger than fiction, tougher than oak, disturbed as the sea
blue as the sky; lonely than a bird lost in a growing storm
forever I remain
If my heart can take the pain, it might take forever and a day
but I'm willing to wait, wait for what?
A fool to try, a fool to dream, fool to believe, fool to love
only me
when the world takes away the one meant for...
My heart was hers once, dangling on a string
a wolf and a rose, my symbol
Is this all a nightmare, something make sense tonight
has agony won or is this a failed flight
I doubled my heart with a leaf and a wish
but it flew away in the wind...
How do I feel now...empty and vanishing...
I feel I'm growing through grief, have been for so long
and I just can't find my way to accepting this
so a Ghost I started, a Ghost I remain
the sky may be blue
I'm clear this day

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Timothy Hicks | Details

Never Out of Season - A Short Story

     I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a lovely contrast to the thoughts that bloomed inside my head. The little red Santa smiling gaily, his gloved hand forever frozen in a wave. Truth be told it was over a hundred degrees outside, and up here in this cobweb-ridden place (by God) was practically unbearable.
     But as I lightly shook the fragile keepsake I found myself dashing through the snow like I once did so many years ago. I heard the sound of high pitched laughter from afar, out in the sultry day (most likely the neighbor kids playing tag through a sprinkler-soaked lawn). But there, at that precise moment, I was taking the road before me, and singing a chorus or two.
     "You miss him don't ya?" the voice broke me out of my thoughts, and for a moment I just stared at her as if she had a left over piece of spinach in her teeth. I nodded quietly in the silence and rubbed the smooth curvature of the glass with my thumb. It somehow felt cold, as if winter wonderland was still trapped inside.
     I knew I hadn't stayed too long, though I knew my wife would be patient throughout this ordeal, however long it took. She didn't need to recite any famous sayings to pick me up, just her being there was enough. It was the unspoken truth between us, and it was always enough.
     "Cody and Angie will be downstairs when you're ready to head out."
     "I'm ready now. I was just doing a little cleaning up." It wasn't quite a lie. It was one of those statements we use to say one thing and mean the other. The attic was "okay", but I knew of more dire things in need of some organization.
     Beth went down the ladder first, naturally. Then it was me, a bit awkwardly, still holding the snow globe. We both came into the living room, where our children sat waiting. Cody was playing some handheld video-game in his Hawaiian swimming trunks. Angie was quietly giggling at something her friend said, via text. Her blue bathing suit was barely more than a strap, and I knew I was this close from losing it. But this was a happy day, so I let it slide, just this once.
     "Are you still not ready?" asked Angie.
     I looked down at my blue work jeans and buttoned-up t-shirt. My wife gave her a fierce look, as if willing her to take back what she said. It didn't really matter though ... my emotions were spent.
     "I was gonna change when we got there," I said, a bit defeated.
     "Whatever." She rolled her eyes and plopped her phone right there on the couch. I just stood there like a lifeless statue, while my family got everything ready to head to the local pool. My wife was as patient as a snail, but the kids bustled about as if they've been down here a lifetime. Cody was mad when Beth took the game-boy from his hand, just before some big important checkpoint. Angie was calling Beth completely unfair for not letting her invite Tom over to come swim as well. My wife told her, "This is a family event, no exceptions, and for Pete's sake, listen to me for just this once!"
     I just stood there, in quiet grief. Their voices were mere sounds, plastic and surreal, and I went along with it as if everything was alright. But it wasn't alright. The world was falling apart all around me, miraculously still turning, and I just stood there! Finally I reached for the doorknob, when I realized I still had the snow globe in my hand.
     I looked at it longingly, with affection, and it came to me. A slightly crazy idea. Not the kind where it's life or death, but the fact that it was a spur of the moment decision, it felt totally crazy. I placed the snow globe on the mantel above the fireplace, where the glass caught the sun just right and the jolly Santa shone a brilliant red.
     Allow me this simple pleasure, I asked God in silence. Let the neighbors gawk and smirk all they want. Let the kids think their father's going senile, thinking it's December and not August. I didn't care. I just watched the little flakes twinkle through out the water-filled dome.
     I displayed it proudly, knowing that good will, kindness and love were never out of season. So I picked myself up out of my gloomy state, got inside the car, and slid into the driver's seat. "Alright, let's go!" I said cheerfully, and everyone looked surprised.
     "Dad, is everything … okay?" asked Cody, from behind. But no answer was necessary. I just smiled, and looked across at Beth without a care in the world.
     And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.



First Published in Dual Coast Magazine Issue #3

NOTE: I've written a few short stories, but this one is special to me. It was well received by my family, and I was so excited to discover it was accepted by a magazine. It was my first non-poem to be published.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Matthew Abuelo | Details

Last Love Letter


Oh to vacation behind the heavy metal door
To escape another election year.
All news is stopped at the door by the guards
Whoever sit in the same place
Waiting
Always
Waiting to retrieve all banned goods
And outside time. 
Between med time and bed time is empty time
Where those evicted from their bodies
Are stuck staring at their feet.
But all have the midnight carousal 
Under their tongues
“If that bitch doesn’t give me my meds
I’m going to kick that door down.
Either that door will break or my leg will.”
The one mercy in the sexless hotel
Memories fall way, sooner or later. 
Memories of what building was torn down.
What now empty store front housed
The latest failure
Now lays in the darkened reminder of memory. 
And constant reminder of becoming 
what is left behind in the 
this is the city o
Of the buried 
and forgotten.
In their place every mind
Is fixed
With a retread with no memories at all
And setoff to the outside and the vacation ends.
But retreads always fall off and litter the roads
Before they re-enter to antiseptic air. 
Only letters are allowed past the guards
I can’t remember the last time a received 
A letter.
Its all emails
And telephone calls these days.
Perhaps this is how I lost my sense
Of anticipation.
When was the last time 
I sent a letter?
Inside
we all can sleep the sleep of the forgotten
Some of us have gotten our fill of the stars 
and prefer a ceiling to an indifferent sky
and the empty heavens.
All others from these ranks who never returned
have wandered beyond 
the light of day
into the trainless subway tunnels 
and into the fold 
of the disconnected brotherhood/sisterhood
of the mole people. 

The mole people
This is the real lost tribe of America
living beyond the reach of landlords 
and their thugs for hire.

For each there is no need to peer into the shadows
of yet another condo.
Their hidden jungle
is not of the Amazon
but the Subway system
where no natural light ever penetrates. 
The soul is the first
and cheapest thing
to leave behind.
 I’ve heard the tribe will let you in
as long as you mind
Your own business.
There are no eviction notices at these depths
Yet. 
Their moon comes 
with the thunder overhead 
from passing cars.


Those who wish to be forgotten,
stay forgotten 
and are certain to replace
the hopes for a headstone with that of a serial number
marked for a pauper’s grave. 
This is the wish of the shut in
to die nameless in their SROs
or over priced
one bed room pad
in Washington Heights.
(Hiding from who?)
Hiding from those they wish to forget.
A psychotic lover
whose love is serrated
and cuts too deep 
till it reaches bone. 
Their own home town
which they attempted to cut the tether to
in a desperate escape.
Or death.
Death is what comes too cheap for most
and too soon for some
or too late for all others.
But if you dance forever you will never die.

The Clocks

Here clocks talk to each other
Of all the collected hours
by those who live by the clock
or all who can exist in confined rooms
as a natural environment 
with a waiting bathroom down the hall
and one foot on the third rail
The shut in turns a blind eye to the amateurs 
who fear being forgotten
several stories down.

2

After all the deals are made
and all the SROs torn down
and those of us who grow tired of waiting for the eviction
notice to be handed down by a judge on the take
 have moved on
 or held our ground
and after all New York 
becomes “open for business”
every street becomes just another bizarre, 
and when those who have been out to sea for far too long 
and wish to return home
are met by closed port cities
with indifferent silence
(Even the circus of your life has moved on
long ago.
Do you care?
The noise of the carousals have become muted)

you can peer closely through the crowds
to see the better ghosts
among us
the last of the American Tribe
forever flailing in the
last light of late evening
fading.

Copyright © Matthew Abuelo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details

The Doctor Is A Dead Man Walking

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos will cramp your balls, 
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Baltazar Rodriguez | Details

You're Worth It

You're worth it

I want to start this by saying forgive yourself
You don't deserve the tears that falls from your face that makes way for your sadness to manipulate your whole personality
You don't deserve to be alone that makes way for you to chase love and affection
Because you'll end up with the wrong destination
You might open the door towards suffering and frustration

Let me weight and measure what's wrong with you
How many times will you make your life miserable?
By involving you're emotions you tend to search for those people that you think will help you to be the best version of yourself
But in the end you end up creating scars on your heart that is not worth reminiscing for,
You failed once and then you try again
You're only mistake is you focus on things that can wait
Love is not a trial and error process
It takes time and patience.

How many times will you say "You're not worth it"?
By making a negative mindset, you already created a monster that manipulates your self-esteem
A monster that downgrade your thoughts and emotions
A monster that create problems with hopeless solutions
You already ruined you're outlook in life 
That makes way for you to settle for less
Makes way for you to settle on isolated part of yourself that is already drowning from sadness
You're only mistake is how can you save yourself
If you're entertaining the seeds of negativity 
That is comfortable growing on feelings of serenity 
We must know how to appreciate our own value
So we could expect others too

How many times will you pretend that you're happy?
You're wearing a mask that is already shattered ridiculously
Take it off there is surely pain in sadness
But thats how people grow and learn in process
Because in the end you might end up hating yourself
Knowing that you sorround yourself with fake identity
That will not satisfy you're already damaged tenacity

How many times will you prioritize other people instead of priotizing yourself?
There only want you to be a taken for granted product
That they will take advantage if they need something
You might be the reason of getting what they want
Not knowing that you already deprived yourself from inner time and happiness
In the end you must not depend on them
But you must depend on yourself
Because you're the one molding you're future 
Don't waste time on molding another
Be busy in yours 
You'll earned it at the end

How many times you'll allow other people to hurt you?
Its unfair to waste tears on useless people
People that are obsessed in hobbies of playing the feelings of another person
You're only proving to yourself that you're thirsty for the love that is not worth it.
You're alone so you find belongingness in someone else
Its not love that you encountered
Its false hope and promises
Tears don't grow the seeds of love
But they coat the genuine essence of it

Now tell me! Are you willing to take risks
with all these negative tools?
Or are you willing to change for the better?
All people must know their purpose in life and that purpose is all we need to enhanced our way of living
Purpose is what we need and forgiveness is the cure to heal those scars and stitches to resurrect the genuine form of heart again.
Now I'll end this by saying
"You're worth it"

Copyright © Baltazar Rodriguez | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by James Edward Lee Sr. | Details

Story of the Hungry Poor Child

Mommy, if I make up my bed
Which consist of old Sunday newspapers
Could I have, can I have a slice of bread
And if I sweep the floors with my bare feet
I'm so hungry mommy can I have some water wit my bread
OH, OH
Now the only valuables procession mama has. . .
is a tatter old worn ragged  missing pages Gideon bible
Some mission pastor gave to her some time ago
And mama would PRAY at least 7 times a day
Mama would read to me, read the word to me, read the B  I  B  L  E
the bible, she'd read the bible to me

Now mama was kinda' sickly
And mama wouldn't go to the doctors cause she didn't money for it
mama was pale and thin cause we didn't have enough food to eat or share
We wore tattered clothes
She would read the word the bible sit me down on card board boxes
And recite verses and passages
From St. Luke, St. Mark  and St. John
Now I couldn't tell her
That I loved her out loud because she just to proud
And I never saw her crying, although I thought I heard her in my dreams
She would hide away as to say she was embarrassed
By the way we are, the way we lived 
She was praying
She prayed
She was praying
Whispering to J  E  S  U  S

                               " OH, my Lord Jesus
Father, Lord God take me away so that my child could be far better than  this"
                         She cries out........
                   "Father won't you please JUST TAKE ME, Take me
                 Bring HOME TO HEAVEN, Take me out of my misery"  ,she says

For we were in poverty, have no jobs, husband/daddy, welfare or immediate families
This must be my destiny, to live and die in gross poverty
Mama would only get a small check from back child support, 
(some check, were the dad at)
And the three strangest thing mama would do wit that little monies
Were faithfully pay her titles first to the mission church
Second, pay on this life insurance policy,
(guess when she'd die ALL THIS MONEY WOULD Belong TO ME
Third, that what was left buy some food with it???

Living in and out and around this mission
Barely had this roof over our heads
Sharing bread and meals
Here, were some other children had it as bad as me
We'd play outside by the sewers in the alleys
They were my play cousins, boy did I love them. . .
Other than mom they were the only family closed that I had-have...

And every night before I close my eyes
Every night before I go to sleep I to do pray.. I say
"Dear God I'm a child and I love you. I hope your well, I'm fine could  you come and talk to me dear God I'm a child I am a hungry poor child one of your hungry poor souls. I am a lamb from your shepherd please Father come help us. Just me and mom and were hungry I we love you, your so ever true
Now if you got a moment just a moment could you heal her and give us just a little more food. Thank you Father in advance for blessing us I love you and I know that you me and mom too. This my request save us, heal my mama deliver us from this desert, this valley
I wanna worship evermore heal us, bless us from head to toe
Guess my prayers to long better stop now, my mother snoring
So this is my prayer to you God, been hurting a while
This is from the hungry poor child


Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 2 2017
from the anthology "REALLY"


Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by James Edward Lee Sr. | Details

Really

this is more than a feeling;
Life's struggle like a fishing line;
I am a fish reality got me hook, line and sinker;
Reeling I struggle to hold on like a mountain climber;
These rocks got me, tripping me up;
Lose my balance it all over;
My life, I breath
Nothing left. . .
right..
no

NO

Really
through my eyes I see;
And my hands I feel
all the toggle bolts holding me together;
Reeling I struggle to hold on like a mountain climber;
Fever, pitched in pains like I'm living in the ER;
Holding on to negativity, while you regulate my reality;
My life, I breath
Nothing left...
right
no

NO

Really
True love without God isn't love, really
true faith without believing isn't, really 
the reality of life is that working on a job;
is part of sin nature? yes really, really;
Because Adam took a fall, sincerely  yeah really?
Did you call your parents today?
Did you hug someone, say good morning?
Really
Did you smile or grin?
Did you welcome someone in?
Did you help someone out?

this is more, than a feeling;
Likes a struggle like a fishing line;
I'm a fish reality got me hook line and sinker;
reeling
I struggle to hold on like a mountain climber;
these rocks got me tripping up;
lose my balance and it's all over;
I'm all over the land..
divided, dying death dead...
this is what's said, they will say
Really
my life I breath
Really
through my eyes I see
Really
Gonna be real, not fake nor intercession;
this is my confession
Really
Did you greet someone in Kind?
Were you good though in your mind. . .
Really
did you laugh at the vulgar joke, No
Let's be honest, really
Did you reprimand you child?
or did you spare the rod;
While driving in your car;
Did you give the young-lady a nod?
Really
Did you hug/kiss your spouse today?
Did you give that passer by an evil-eye make a child cry?
Well did you?
well
Really
when's the last time you've been to church is no when...
Really, really;
When's the last time you held the door open for a  (girl/)woman?
When's the last time you cooked a home cook meal  for your husband?
Really, really!
Did you let the sun go down?
 And you're still mad, at someone!!
Really
Did you make fun of someone because you though you looked better than them?
Did you acknowledge that you have more than. . .
Really
what about their feeling;
yes, there're  yes they too are only human;
but God has created us all...
Really!
the short the small the mighty the fall (fallen) the timid, the proud, the meek and humble the loud
In reality,
actually
 to see things as they are genuine or truly yes in deed..
better watch yourselves mankind, yes you this is everyone
man, woman, boy and girl, attitudes no gratitude's. . .
In reality,
actually
to see things as they are genuine and true, deeds done
once and for only... you think?
Don't' know what your problem is;
Your goodness in God's eyes is as filthy rags
Really


(taken form the forth coming anthology "Really" by James Edward Lee Sr.) 2017

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Chris Peers | Details

Isolation

The midnight blues are back again
'I've fallen back down after causing the pain
this is the midnight blues I'm writing
just an old friend, an unwelcome plaything
this heated night making me feel cold and low
feeling the midnight blues and reaping what I sow
a darkness has greeted us without warning
surrounding our cold isolation and scorning
yeah the blues are playin' and we're not in its groove
the needles skipping the beats and I cannot move
singing the blues and having the blues are different things
thinking about us we'll see what tomorrow brings 
she left the room with her silence and my self-hate
a cold war had ensued and the hour was too late
bourbon in my belly and regret in my head
my woman sleeping alone in our bed
there's a bitter taste in my mouth
won't be gettin' any comfort down in the south
words and memories crawled out from their graves
corpses of the past have made us their slaves
I stand alone with the midnight blues
dishonor points a finger at the accused
my reflection in a darkened window turns in disgrace
but with these midnight blues I take my deserved place
midnight blues beats it tune hour after hour
trying to quench a bitterness that tastes so sour
a volcano erupted and left molten lava to burn all in its path
cold winds blew in bringing forth a desolate aftermath
angry words have conjured an unpleasant spell
the midnight blues is my befitting hell
a prayer for the sinner is in the midnight blues
repentant of transgression and paying my dues
forlorn clouds have emptied their bellies of unwelcome rain
saturating my skin and drowning me with disdain
these midnight blues expose my flaws and demons
arrogance, pride and conciet offering pretentious reasons 
they say a woman is a mystery
that isn't so if you treat her with love and dignity
these four walls hide my guilt from the eyes outside 
this night silences a man who cannot speak of love with pride
the midnight blues alternating between solace and damnation
with sneering reminders of the nights verbal altercation
midnight blues may want to take your dreams away
one must whether the storm and face the coming day
echoes of love reverberate off the photographs on the wall
its too late to remember that pride comes before a fall
all thru the night the blues sing their torch song
a mans gotta admit when he's done wrong
midnight blues has me tied with a ball and chain
how to make things right slow dancing on my brain
loneliness darkens the essence of my soul
separated by hurt and no longer feeling whole
tearful midnight blues is punishment for my crime
the morning sun will rise and with it I will climb
but in the meantime I'll endure the midnight blues
regret and remorse showing their different hues
these hours of darkness clouds my heart
but I must apologize for us having fallen apart

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

In My Life - Quit Whistling the Blues, You Mockingbird

I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness Stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with your might your marvelous tunes of accord and faithfulness! I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.9: My heart bled with grief from the inside When I saw you, grief-stricken by the death of your friend My heart beats for you alone – you were always by my side Be sad and distressed no more – I will love you, even in the end My heart beat’s beating for you – you are such a thrill My heart aches for your love My heart thumps with victory and marvel I’m mesmerized by the mere sight of you – you’re as gracious and elegant as an angel above *chorus* I won’t give credit to myself for saving you from the flames of abominable, taunting fate – I want to say that I’ve unchained you from the death’s snare But, I must tell you someday, so that you’re aware That you are someone special in my heart – I can’t conceal the truth of what I feel for you deep inside In my life, in my life, I’m still stuck in the solitary cave In my life, in my life, I thought I wasn’t at all brave I was caved in by the cravings of my heart The darkness once ripped me apart But, you repaired me and I recovered pretty fast So, please listen up! I must tell you about my good and bad past Fear doesn’t exist here Get a grip on the rope of hope All anxieties are gone We dream on like daydreamers, awaiting another great, delight-illuminated dawn I’ll love you until my life is no more I’ll love you, even if you have strayed into the darkness I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the heavens above I’ll love you – I won’t get over you and you’re my love at first sight – you were and still are a dazzling, surreal sight – you kiss me and I’m overwhelmed with passionate bliss I will love you if you would step out of the abyss with me I’m fearless to say that I used to bleed out remorse Before I met you…of course I used to cry myself asleep because I felt so alone Before I met you, I was on my own V.10: We welcome the dawn with open arms – it will do you no harm Greet all positive, good news with happiness You are my lucky charms, my love – your hands are so, so warm Stop singing the blues…stop whistling the blues, you mockingbird – whistle with pure gladness Quit making us quarrel with madness!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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