What's in a tear?
Is it love, hope, sadness, fear?
I feel it well and mar my sight
I feel it when the darkness turns to night
A sweet warm turn of key
A long ago surfaced memory
I know not why it returns just now
I only now that for now it holds pow'r
Is it the song or is it sorrow
That brings tear from field so fallow
The salty, bitter, wet repeat
Of a pain we relive through history
It comes in pain and love and after story
It even comes with pull of glory
Whether glory or love or pain or fear
It still stands, a testament of humanity here
A temp brand of strife, internal or extere*
It makes me human, one of you, more near
* Extere = Exterior
2010 is ringing out
2011 is on the threshold
Joy and cheer enjoyed
may we carry forward and hold
Grief and pain endured
may we carry forward as lessons in bold
Year just a parameter
lets not wish in parts, wish till deaths cold
Many have wished
let your wish be pure to impact many fold
Wishing without feel is in vogue
pain still exists as wishes mailed, Greetings sold
Lets resolve to wish with heart
joy, peace be not extinct as mythical pot of gold
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To all Soup colleagues ~~~~~
Heartfelt wishes / warm hugs / tons of love
~~~~~~~~~~for Happy 2011
Hitendra Mehta
Fragile Flight
Our fleshly vessel wears with the years
While the spirit remains forever young
The days of wear begin to scream for freedom
From pain so intense the mind cannot overcome
Although the spirit is healthy, racking pain
Consumes our thought patterns and that small
Still voice becomes a flicker in comparison
To the gripping pain these frailties produce
Those around them do not want to face the
Helplessness they feel and slowly disappear
From their lives leaving them to perish alone
Forgetting that their needs were once covered
By the very person, they now have no time for
Yet, when they need, the other is still there to help
Tears of loneliness and loss flood their face
Knowing those who have abandoned the other
Find safety for their feelings
behind comments like
“I want to remember
them as they were”
Hence leaving the other to dwindle away
Alone and hungry for the human contact
Of their once close friends and family
Are left waiting alone in the wings
For the Collector of Souls to come
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
WILL I FORGIVE MY MOM? WILL I FORGET ABOUT HER?
I HAD MADE UP MY MIND WHEN THE PAIN STARTED TO
CONSTINCTLY HURT ME AS MUCH. WILL I STAND UP
FOR MYSELF? YES I WILL,I HAD MADE THAT UP IN MY MIND
WHEN I FELT AS IF I WAS FIGHTING DEATH SUCH WALTZING
IS NOT EASY.CAN I EVER LOVE LIKE I DID TO BEFORE? OR WILL
I EVER COME TO SEE WHAT SPECIAL GIFTS LIFE HAS IN STORE FOR
ME?WHAT CAN I DO WHEN I AM HURTING DEEP DOWN INSIDE? I COULD
CONTINUE TO CRY! OR I COULD JUST WIPE THE TEARS AWAY FROM MY BROWN>
EYES! WHAT IS LIFE? WHY DO I FEEL SO MUCH PAIN? AND ALL THE PAIN I FEEL DOES
NOT FEEL THE SAME, BUT IT'S DDRIVING ME INSANE. I AM NO LONGER CONFUSED, I KNOW
EXACTLY WHAT TO DO,BECAUSE I HAVE HONESTLY MADE UP MY MIND.BUT HAVE I REALLY
MADE UP MY MIND? THAT'S A QUESTION THAT I WILL KNOW THE ANSWER TO IN A VERY
UNCONDITIONAL TIME.......
my heart screams out to be found
the more i write the more fury I hold
not that of violence but that of desire
i long for the simplicity of a prismatic neon blue fire
actions wild...words unwritten by another
my thoughts incomparable to none
i get lost in the trance of the midnight sun
i smile as my nicknames arise
many to mind.. no surprise
poetry is my microphone
in my words I sing, yell, demand, cry and scream
most of all i confess...and sometimes I even protest
sometimes I feel the pain of others
reflect pain from me
so in tune with my spirit I long to be set free
trapped in the barricades of borrowed time
furious soul within
in hope's whispers..i casually roam
more than anything i long to go home
heart beats yet it is more like the sounds of a clock
tormented by the slashes of time... tick tock
knowing too much longing for the touch of something that doesn't exist
in this time
we DO communicate but only permitted to ... in the restrictions of rhyme
caged no longer one day I will be
until then call me Lil Poet, Lucky VII...or for short
K.G.
turn fear into faith
fear freezes you in place
faith frees you to move forward
live on your faith and not on your fears
turn loneliness into liberation
loneliness is a state of mind
liberation is a state of being
turn anger into ambition
anger is the loss of control
ambition is taking control
turn pain into progress
pain is destructive
progress is productive
let your pain be the emotion that propels you
turn pleasure into performance
pleasure is about feeling good
performance is about doing good
Lost inside of his own mind,
A man free roams all his thought,
He feels the pain of his find,
He finds the answer of what he sought.
But why the pain for his invention?
An answer so forbidden and confusing,
It brings the realization of the intention,
Of what makes life so amusing.
Now lost is his meaning to live,
He roams the earth in a daze,
With resistance for his answer to give,
He stares with a constant gaze.
Now observed by an official,
So deranged are his words,
Diagnosed as a schizo,
Insanity isn't so absurd.