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sliver of vertical night
visible slit along the curtain centre-line
too lazy to pull them tight
surely nobody outside lurking, peering in
winds rise, branches creak and fight
rattling thud, something moves, somewhere not far away
cosy on the edge of fright
the rain does lash, thrash and thrum on the window-pane
so cuddle in, out of sight
turn toward the pillow, tilted still half-looking
focus drifting, downward flight
eye-lid motion mimics uneasy state of sleep
first birdsong disturbs the doze
veil back-lit as dawn dissolves dim glowing darkness
scan the length, the hanging sweep
beaks announce material folds, suggested deer
expectant, ready to leap
doughy face and furtive shape emerge re-pleating
reality skinny skin-deep
dreamscapes drape the new day with tall tapestry tales
so draw the future and reap
hopeful morning, rays bathing bountiful beauty
as little wings cheer and cheep
clouds pass the sun, grounded feathers in the shadows
don the mask, heave on the cloak
defend against the viral load, heavy breathing
watch out for febrile folk
wild games people play, clandestine intermingling
beware anointed keystroke
shaman, mullah, rabbi, priest, cleric, monk and nun
flames not far below the smoke
guardians of supernatural jealous gods
those who divide, those who stoke
whether hijab, masak or turban, coife or quimpe
jibe, jape or jeer, jest or joke
lives matter much more than statues masquerading
No one can understand you, because you're not your typical run of the mill
it's all due to your philosophy, a mind that thinks but a tongue that sits still
years quickly pass you by, finding yourself alone and in a world of your own
as you learn the value of pen and paper, finding refuge in a place unknown
Like being trapped in a bubble, peering out upon the world as a screen
watching everyone going about their business, while you remain unseen
transfixed on your reality you close your eyes, wishing it were but a dream
unable to fathom the depths of emotions, waiting to take you to the extreme
The reality of who you are can no longer be ignored, facing each day from anew
accepting the fact that you have no control, from others, forced to take your cue
this world is all about rising above, as it starts at the very moment of conception
it follows us throughout life, as we learn the rules, mastering the art of deception
The external images you portray, a needed smokescreen, to maintain the perception
your moves are well planned, the primary focus of your attention, without exception
failing to have considered the matter, you realize you haven't made the connection
your insecurities have misdirected your behavior, demanding the world's affection
There's no denying this fact; life is nothing more than a continuous act of deception
while the true level of your mastery of it, your ability to advance without aggression
at the end of the journey, despite what we went through, it might come as a surprise
realizing that happiness was always there, only hidden from us by our own disguise
Why continue living the life of lies, playing the games people play, there is yet hope
break the bonds of self-deception, because this vanity has really become your dope
be who you really are, a genuine beauty to behold, and in you will someone admire
your hidden love now freed, surrendered to someone true, to build that endless fire
Written By: D. Collins 11/19/25
Love ain't nothing but both parties putting in work.
Getting to know each other through past times of hurt.
Being well informed on the games people play.
And, not believing every word that they say.
Love ain't nothing but those who ride or die.
Where everything about them has been verified.
You start building trust and kick it off from there.
Then, and only then, can it possibly go somewhere.
Love ain't nothing but the last face that we see.
Gave us plenty of love through the entirety.
They met us in the middle and handled their biz.
It's not complicated. That's all that love is.........
My son, my son
I want to see my son
Please God, where is my son
That's all I heard
As the man ran past
Seems there was a shooting
And he can't find his son
He heard there was a shooting
On his car radio, that's all he knew
His son was all but a child of fifteen
Someone reaches out to stop him
As he drops to his knees to pray
My God, My God please show me
my son.
I will do anything to see my son
Next thing he knew they took him
downstairs to see his son
To the blood soaked sheets
God let him see his son that day
His son was an innocent bystander
Of the games, people play on the world stage!
wrote 1, 6, 2005
Was watching a movie .
she plays scenarios in her head
till she can’t distinguish
shades from fact or fiction
it started out all innocent
at first she didn’t sense the danger
she let her thoughts play drift
and skip ahead of herself
like an untended garden
the weeds soon taking over
she spirals down a private rabbit hole and
plays such games not meant for children
the type with hidden consequences
like mental variations of russian roulette
she’s gone offtrack
caught in a cycle
she’s really lost her way
it’s gone too far
i see her deteriorating
and i can’t save her
it breaks my heart to see her fear and mental anguish
that's sadly now her cross to bear
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
It is said that the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah,
Are famous for their wicked ways.
That sin was so rife among these two,
That Satan, Himself ruled the day.
It's said that these cities were so rotten and vile,
That life there was Hell on Earth,
And if a child was born in either place,
His fate was sealed before birth.
Abuse of all kinds ran rampant there,
And God said,'Their sin is too great.
The stench of their sin has reached Heaven's Gate,
And so they have sealed their fate.'
He sent His angel to visit Lot,
And get him and his family out.
He visited Abram and Sarah Himself,
And told them what He was about.
Abraham begged and pleaded with Him,
Please don't kill the good with the bad.'
And God in His mercy agreed not to do it,
But in the end no good could be had.
Fire and brimstone rained down on them,
And burned all into a white ash.
Where two great cities once had stood,
Was now only salt, sand and ash.
We could learn a great deal from what happened there,
When sin and debauchery held sway.
They didn't believe so they didn't care,
And we're not far behind them today.
In the past the Bible was read in our homes.
We loved God and were proud of it too.
Now even our laws have turned against Him,
It seems Christ is our only taboo.
The cannot believe what they cannot see,
Is what they all say of The Lord.
The people of Sodom said that too,
And they were cut down by His Sword.
If we don't change our ways we'll suffer the same,
For God is no different today.
The party is over and time's running out.
He grows weary of the games people play.
Life has its ups and downs, wins and losses:
that's the nature of the games people play.
We all strive to be one of the bosses:
and yet, fate seldom seems to work that way.
The games begin before we learn to speak,
fun ones, like believing in Santa Claus.
Amongst the many, that game was unique:
and still, some question what its purpose was.
Games introduce us to lies in disguise:
dulling the trauma of being deceived.
To win, one must learn how to improvise:
reality is weirder than perceived.
We play innumerable games of chance:
cunningly crafted, as games of romance.
There once was a General who had an investment in the swamp
He had many ways of getting what he wants
Including making things great again when he stomps
While in the marsh land
The General had to make a stand
Feeling pressure from the groups
Most were wearing their pinstripe suits
For many years they dealt the cards
Depending on social pages and stars
Doing business with the entire world
Using positive dialogue as its stir
For the most part this was peaceful action
Warm welcomed after the bitter distrusting combative fraction
Marketed as the evening news featured attraction
During these years of violent behavior
Games were played that the country savored
Goals, Baskets, Runs and Touchdowns galore
Checks being written and money in the bank everyone was sure
These sporting exhibitions found themselves having time on the floor
In every paper results were reported
With space, journalist awarded
Printed information
About the spectacle they were facing
Competition was the civil way
Based on physical activity play
During this fun
When communication was supposed to be done
Keeping things flowing
Like a country’s crew team doing the rowing
The General should be aware
About this unique style of internal affairs
Having the purpose to advert small upheavals
That the enemy could provide as their evil
All this is something to interpret and appreciate
As states get things straight
Sports are not games designed around winning
Instead they bring closure to the living
Unlike cultures who are sore
And do not know how to stop fighting a war
Hopefully the New York/New Jersey General will use this athletic battle fleet
To confront humanity’s flaw, the need to compete.
Tears cannot wash my sadness away,
mourning memories of yesterday.
And yet, today, little can be done,
awaiting tomorrow's cleansing sun.
Falling in love's a matter of trust,
for passion is oft fueled by lust.
And lately, I'm feeling led astray;
by the deceitful games people play.
Betrayal builds love's funeral pyre
while lies compete to ignite the fire.
Like a phoenix, hope rises from ash,
only to burn within anger's flash.
Time echoes what my feelings convey,
that true love is only a cliché.
And yet, desire continues to bait
a lonely heart: in its broken state.
Peering into the core of my soul
is like staring down an empty hole.
And so, I dream of a better day;
away from the hurtful things you say.
One day….soon
I will break free
Free from this body that imprisons me
Free from this mind that torments me
Free from this heart…oh….
This heart
This miserable weak despicable thing
I will break free from this heart
That will not be still
That loves on an on
With every beat
Sending blood coursing through veins
Only to prolong suffering
Free
What is this life?
There is no place
No place for those who love
Unconditionally
Strongly
Who are honest and true
Naïve and unused
To the games people play
To the things people say
That are just words
Just words…..
What else is there but words?
I will break free
And I will smile
And dance in the sun
And make love to the wind
And play with the flowers
Keeping away from the thorns
That pierce my soul
And make me bleed
Free…..
I will not let you bind me
Forever…
Oh what a pity
For you will never see
The beauty that was at your fingertips
The love that would carry you
To your old age
When all your hair is gray
And your body is feeble
The love that is constant
That would follow you
Even to the foot of the grave
And make your passage smooth
That would plant little kisses on your face
Gentle as a fairy
The love that would sing to you
A little lullaby
That would quiet your fears
And the chest that would
be your pillow
As you close your eyes
A smile tugging at your lips
as you hear the whispered promises
Of a rendez vous
On the other side
In the land of light
Pity…..
It is always hindsight
That is the clearest
When it is too late to make amends
When it too late to revel in
The purity of a soul
That was your very own
Yes, I will break free
Don’t look for me
You will go high and low
I know
I know it will be so
You will hear my sighs in the wind
You will feel my kisses in the rain
You will feel my body in the sea
When you dip yourself in me
You will try....
But you won't be able
To hold on to me
For finally
Finally
I will be free.
Eileen Manassian Ghali