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When I don't think about love, silent as lambs,
women come flocking to me; many times
they gather to chat in a corner
and whisper with fingers pointing,
" What a charmer! What a lover! "
I am truly psychic and intuitive,
and before they start talking,
I can read their silly minds and burst into laugh;
and all the illusive ones may not exercise caution...
but believe me, none of this means provocation!
Oh, women...more stunning than the summer' stars,
only one of you I can choose, and that one
will be the one who has kept the promise of a secret;
and this special dance, so imminent, she really deserves!
Oh, women...with anxious eyes so provocative,
I can't share any of these moments, and become
that sex idol that's drawing all the focus and attention;
go after other guys who are more handsome, talkative and smart!
I 'm the quite guy who likes staying home with his gal,
and spend an evening by candle light... away from the noise and gossip!
I like to be the center of attention when I walk
into a room full of attractive and elegant gals,
and kissing my favorite lady can spark some commotion!
I hate to push some aside, but my choice is final;
and will somebody turn pale with jealousy, let her find an alternative!
Everyone may get the wrong idea when a guy is gallant and bright,
but, all in all, do they think that a perfect match is a God-given right?
Romance loses its fascination when roses don't arrive;
and what's is the real reason behind it, if not a loss of interest?
Can romance ever last without the affections that love imparts ?
" What a charmer! What a lover! " is all I hear; irresistible women,
I appreciate your compliments and excitement...tone down
your uncontrollable emotions, don't fill
this room with words that gigolos love to hear!
I am a faithful Romeo: sentimental, shy, lovable and very sincere,
but another beauty cannot deceive me;
have you noticed how many smiles are flashed at me?
I can only accept the simplest and truest one!
Words...like perfection and glamour aren't in my dictionary,
simplicity and faithfulness are the most desirous and impeccabile!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
In the tinder box of humanity vs. creationism, the
Patterson film is a spark igniting the flame of
Controversy, singeing the ends of these too
Fragile beliefs, pitting them against each other.
Anomaly belong, in the twisted trail of DNA,
Is she a Hominid unknown or a cryptid fake?
In the vast body of evidence, do we truly
Have to kill just to prove that something exists,
Life is mystery, beauties accent quality, and
Freedom is a God given right, not to be taken
Away lightly, with a single bullets flashing’s strike.
Look within the eyes of the beast, to her kind
We are the true animals, invading her kindred’s
Environments.
In the forest wilds here the screaming cries of the
Missing extinct, raging at their iron bars of the
Forgotten species, as the last one falls, do we
Not hear their bodies hitting the floor of existence.
Are we not the intelligent ape, whom climbed down
From the trees, and walked upon two legs of knowledge,
Nay do I ponder these questions?
In the linkages of legacies frame work, a divine welder
And craftsman decides the lines of survival not mankind.
A harsh fact in realism, tomorrow we may become the earthen dust
Blowing in the winds of destiny, joining the dinosaurs of yesterday.
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
.In the forest thicket, the hunters stalk the forests unknown,
And there huddled together are the cryptic, hugging
Their young tenderly ever closer to the bare bosom, hushing them
To remain silent, for mankind draws ever nearer.
Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
War is a time of great conflict
bringing so much misery and suffering
to a generation of people mistreated
on their knees in it's wake
prayers are calling to Heaven
Where the innocence of children
becomes tainted
no longer having a voice
little ones confused
scratching behind the ears
Silence there dwells
hate filled secrets buried
under the carpet of lies not revealed
from the unspoken truth
Invaders are tyrants
dressed in suits no doubt
employing soldiers
brutally abusing their powers
given unto them by the peoples vote
With no morals how does society stand a chance
They are blind unconscious
to their acts and deeds of mercy
Sitting on their high seats of office
Purely a stand up joke
with false handshakes claiming peace
Stealing is not a God given right
quoting justice seeks answers
We have all been deceived
Democracy of the poor struggling does not exist
I call for world peace
Address all issues
laid out on the table containing truth
The day for nit picking is over
End this shameful bloodshed and violence
because there is always two sides to every story
Victims of racism
no blacks
no dogs
our race came lower classed than animals
shame on your envy of our father's faith
Kept down for centuries
Sold as slaves of little worth
I am a writer of my times
Where everyone
should have a voice equal
not hiding in the cupboard
Love in God's light
has taught me morals
thou shalt not steal
or take what does not
belong to you pride
Hate with the demons
you dwell crying
over your own spoiled milk
Where was Europe
during this crisis time
when human rights
became violated on our soil
As a child to have a gun
pointed at your face
is down right cruelty in the act
twisting acceptance of arrogance
through the vision of my eyes
looking down a barrel at me
Even yet years later
they remain silent
why I ask myself
when the grass is cut
before your eyes
into addressing murder and child abuse
big issue to act on
in realities fact
the reaper of truth sheds light always
Waiting for the world to make sense again
I jump back and forth every now and then
Lush grass and blue sky, but I don’t know
(The world’s too somber for a smile to show)
There’s caution tape on the playground swing
Hard to make heads or tails of anything
In history’s quietest apocalypse
(The world shut it’s doors nary a protest)
And so I’m just sitting here
trying to tame the fear...
In spite of the calls to just wither away
(did you not hear the news today?
so much sorrow and grief,
why don’t you cry? are you not sad?)
As if I should be guilty for feeling glad
(the world has enough trouble,
they don’t need me to add)
Watching it all pass by lighter than a cirrus cloud
(Breathing in the sunshine while it’s still allowed)
I listen to the children laugh and play
Flashes of color to drown out the gray
I know none of it makes sense right now
But it’s all gonna be alright somehow
Just gotta hold on and remember what hope is for
Until the world make sense once more
There’s boys playing marbles
and girls picking April blooms
(Did no one stop to fill their hearts
with doom and gloom?)
Frisbee, tag and somersaults
In the afternoon
They can run and skip
Just like a toy balloon
(did no one tell them
It’s all gonna end real soon?)
There’s people dying on the TV screen!
(close my ears and claim it’s all a dream)
Until the world makes sense again
Toss all of your cares into the wind
You can scream the end is near until the cows come home
But I won’t give up my God given right to roam
The birds’ll sing and the sun’ll shine
Until all our sour grapes turn to wine
The world is drenched in unease
and yet here am I
Enjoying the warmth of a spring breeze
with every sigh
All the signs urging us
to rot away and wither
But all the dandelions in the world
beg to differ
Let the orioles sing their soothing songs
Let the cherry blossoms fill your thirsty lungs
All the countless ways to say seize the day.
To tell the truth...
...the world never made much sense anywaY
With every stroke of that imaginary brush you think I use to paint my world perfect,
You seem blind to all the important tears and rips that you caused my world to have in it.
No picture is ever truly perfect, how many times do you think the canvas has had to be wiped clean?
I know the canvas of my world has been many times due to your words of anger, your actions of mean.
A picture can be made to appear to have a dark side, just as it can appear to be full of light,
It's all how a person perceives the strokes of the artist, which is your God given right.
But what you don't see is the truth that has lead the artists to paint the world which you question,
The meaning behind my painting has never been to make a choice of who to love and who to abandon.
To assume that 'I have moved on without you' is the theme of my so called grand picture of a world,
Just tells me that you haven't even thought of the grand picture you yourself so claim to hold.
You claim you are the one who has held my hearts as they sit there and cry, trying to explain to them the why's,
But did you even think of telling them the truth of all the nasty, cruel things you have said, or of your spoken lies?
You are the reason behind most of the why's, I paint these strokes on the canvas the way I do,
You are the one who without thought has posted things about me which are only half true.
I am so tired of being made out to be the reason for all my hearts problems, as you pretend to be picture perfect,
But I am not the one who has tried pulling the wool over everyone's eye's, trying to convince them that your the victim.
You accuse me of befriending you just to use you, of doing things on purpose just to hurt you, of being lower than dirt.
But what you don't realize is the fact that I hold back on some of the strokes, just so you don't get hurt.
So, remember this, it is not a grand picture in which I paint, nor is it me turning my back,
I brush with strokes which you question, to give my hearts everything which they lack.
Form:
Charles Manson wanted to start the race war but he died
Malcom X was philosphical in his approach to civil right
Martin Luther King Jr did his amazing thing
Trump wants to build a wall that know it all
but i'm going old school on you to the days of Thomas Jefferson
there was never anny second guessing to what they were professing
our founding fathers stood for freedom but today we see it another way
no one takes the time out to ever bow the knee to pray
Some for the sake of choice kill their innocent in the mothers womb
I'm 47 and it still hurts to clean my room
in borrowed basement rules their stands out a jewel
David Karesh in Waco Texas & Jim Jones in Jones Town
if the constitution should crumble like Fred was with Barney Rubble
Russia is in our scope but Russia couldn't cop
we need to stand for the flag not be the ***
It's our God given right to confide in our senators, legislators & government officials.
Mark the one willing to arise to the occasion and be brave in service to the greatest country USA
look Mark Spitz in the eye for his many gold medals
put the peddle to the metal
if the constitution should crumble at least we have each other
George Washington planted a tree in spite of the mockery
living out his legacy we got fields of hip hop scenes
Kanye West with his bipolar being put to the test
lest I rest in the biggest contest known to man you all understand
It's your God given right to pledge the American flag stand up & be counted
ever since the playing field on Ellis Island to teach us all a lesson start professing
Our dear lady shines brighter ever present on a crystal cool day to parade
in spite of all our differences we could put our faith in action
I'm asking that we come together no matter what the weather
let us stake our claim and treasure the works to surrender
it's in the faint of song or the young fawn on the lawn
the part at which we all belong is the name of that song
My Right to live
I didn't ask to be born and bred
Or be called the evil names you've said.
Every time I see other children happily play with their friends,
I forever wonder if my living nightmare will end.
Because of you I'll go hungry again today,
Because once again you spent your whole pay.
Your actions and words speak loud and clear,
My love for you, I've replaced it with fear.
You've used me for my God given right,
You hoped I would die, but I chose to fight.
There's no love in your expressionless face,
All because I joined the human race.
I hate when your day gets a little bit tough,
Because I know that night, mine will become rough.
I didn't ask you to put those things up your arm,
I never once gave you my permission to harm.
I often sit alone and ask myself why am I so sad,
Until I realise: the guy in the mirror is your punching bag.
Often I am afraid to speak, afraid to upset you,
Not knowing what to me you would do.
I cry myself to sleep every night,
Always wondering what I didn't do right.
I try and try with every beat of my little heart to be strong,
Asking God what it was that I've done so wrong.
I wish one day, you could open your heart and your eyes,
See your child who once loved you, silently sit and cry.
I try to remember the last time I smiled,
Unaware that this is no life for a child.
I'm getting used to being pulled by my hair and my ear,
I'm so sorry to disappoint you, that I am still here.
Love and protection is the only thing I hoped you would give,
But it saddens me to know that this isn't my right to live.
So I'm going to sleep and a heartfelt prayer I shall say:
Please dear God, let your angels forever take me away.
You can then keep pretending you've always done your best.
While my weary body, closed eyes, at peace, finally may rest.
You were the man that was once my dream,
But now with you all I want to do is scream.
Today, in the mail, yet again I received your letter.
You asked how I was and was I better?
You pleaded and begged for yet another chance.
You said you were a changed man and are tired of this dance.
When did you begin to see,
That your so called love was exacting its toll on me?
Was it the first night that your so called love
Hit me in the face like a boxing glove?
Was it the day you did not come home?
For the woods called your name and there you said you had to roam?
Was it the first time after taking yet another beating,
You forced yourself on me and said it was to prove I was not cheating?
You ask for forgiveness and want to still be my friend.
All I want is for this nightmare to end!!!
I now see that to you this is not love but an obsession,
To you I am not your wife but only your posession.
I no longer wish to receive your emotional and physical pain,
I want a normal life, I want to be sane.
I am putting an end to me being your wife.
I want out of our marriage, I want a new life.
Our friendship is gone and for that I do mourn,
But you I now see were never torn.
To you it is your God-given right
To take what you want with force and might.
Oh, I do believe that once you are free,
That you will change for a month or maybe three.
I no longer want your love or our marriage.
This relationship has become something that I truly disparage.
Forget I exist, please forget about me,
In the past it was easy for you to let me be.
I am so very tired of you doing me wrong,
For my self respect I will be strong.
I hope the divorce papers give you the clue,
That I no longer need nor am in love with you!
Now choice was given to all humanity
Our choices can bind or set us free.
Your choice may be different than mine
But, that is what choice is by design
The choices we make have cause and effect
And a choice is made even through neglect
Our lives are altered by each choice
Choice can silence or give us voice.
Albeit it purports to give us options
Yet we are not free of its obligations.
We learn to choose right from wrong
Choice can weaken or make us strong
Some choose life, others to die
Some choose to laugh, others to cry
Some choose heaven, others choose hell
But it is eternal at the toll of the bell
Denying God is a choice for perdition
A choice you make by your own volition.
Some choices are made with deliberation
Others are made with no contemplation.
Some choices earn us praise and respect
While others demand we stand erect
Some see choice only for political debate
Killing our own, they try to adjudicate.
Some choices lead to yet one more
So be careful when you open that door!
When confronted with choice you need to see
There are consequences and personal responsibility
Jesus alone made choices with impeccability
So seek counsel for choices of great immensity
We make choices all through the day
Some of us even choose to pray!
Endowed with choice, ‘tis our God given right
We choose darkness or we can choose light.
Even Jesus made a choice back in Gethsemane
Our salvation was bought by His agony
Choice is more than a word we use each day
It is an action with consequences to pay.
I tell you the truth, I hope you can see
Choice is a word of personal responsibility!
You made a choice to read this verse
I hope it made you think and not to curse!
By: Ex-Rea
© 10/19/07
I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!
I can’t breathe, now!
Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls”
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...