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What is innocence
Is it a little boy
that pulls his toy
fire truck down the street
And it follows him on a string
As he dodges empty beer bottles
And crack needles
Wishing his toy.
had wings
Is it a little girl who dreams of tea parties
And dolls
And in the next room her father hits her mom
And slams her against
Walls
Is it the kid who’s playing cops
And robbers
And finds his fathers gun
And suddenly it’s not so fun
What is innocence
Is it the American in his lazy boy
Watching American idol
As if it’s, his idol
As his government bombs another village
Is it becoming aware of our obesity epidemic
As another child dies from an
Empty stomach
What is innocence
Is it venti coffee you buy for $4.99
To stay awake at work
As you push passed the homeless
As you stand in line
And you clutch your quarters
And mutter, this is mine
Is it teaching your family Jesus and love
As you yell…
Nuke those Muslim towel heads
Send them to, hell
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(continued from part 1)
What is innocence
that little boy
whose pulling his toy
with it’s broken wheel
Do you think he doesn’t know that the price of that crack needle
Could buy him a meal?
Do you think he doesn’t, know
that that beer bottle
Is why he bares the bruises on his skin
Is it why he has to force himself to grin?
Is that little girl sitting with her perfectly coifed dolls
Singing to herself so she doesn’t hear the screams
Doesn’t she scream in terror
as her father bursts into her dreams.
And shoves her mom crashing into her little table.
Does she have to dream, to live her fable
And even then,
is she able?
Do you wonder what she is thinking
as she struggles to push the head back on her doll
or is it a way for her to merely, ignore it all
Are you watching with 20 million other viewers
A drone in your living room, a slave to a box
A fly in a web of airwaves
Do you think your government is doing the same
Or are they filling up
Graves
is there an agenda being played
as our minds are swayed
Is this distraction as innocent as it seems?
And that epidemic….An epidemic of having too much food
Begging someone please!
stop us from eating I cant see,
my knees
like it’s the bubonic plague
like we’re dropping like flies
An epidemic!
Could we build a memorial and carve on its stone
5 million died this year
from an this epidemic alone
we could… if we replaced obesity with
starvation
Is it ironic that the fat kids stomach looks just as big
as the starving ones.
What is innocence
Is a boy who just wants to spend time with his grandpa
He doesn’t understand
As his grandpa takes him by the, hand
And leads into the bathroom
To show him the darker side of man
That in that moment he’ll have to grow up
Faster then he planned
Faster then he can
What is innocence
Does it exist in this land
From the time were born
We stripped down, bought and torn
From violence to porn
We’re watched and mimicked
Our lives just a gimmick
To get in our little kids heads
Where innocence treads
To take away their bliss
The only thing that they were born, with
What is innocence
Does it exist anymore
Or in this day and age
Have we closed that door
Forever more?
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Lost in a moment
A breath of time
A single point
On the worlds spine
A single minute
Frozen in space
Held by a kiss
Held in its place
It tingles
And shimmers
And shakes
And trimmers
It rolls
And rocks
In vicious
Aftershocks
But it holds
And lasts
Erasing
The past
Caught in time
A web of desire
Caught in a touch
A feeling of fire
A click of a shutter
A flick of a brush
A moment captured
By passion and lust
Feeling you tremble
Seeing you shake
Feeling the heat
The two of us make
Longing
And yearning
Throbbing
And burning
Moaning
And gasping
The moment
Is lasping
Grasping
Im holding
As I watch
You folding
Into my arms
Into my lap
Between my legs
Safely they wrap
Around your back
Pulling you close
Making you feel
What you need most
Look in your face
Look in your eyes
Kissing you soft
As the firelight dies
Feeling your mouth
Wet on my lips
Drinking you in
Your taste I sip
Running my tongue
Down your skin
Tasting your salt
Where my mouth has been
Your aching
And pressing
As your slowly
Undressing
Im touching
And feeling
Your body
So willing
So hot
You get
making
you wet
making you
moan
making you
sweat
Lost in this moment
This breath of time
This single point
Frozen in time
Holding you tight
As you fall asleep
This moment this memory
Forever ill keep
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I know it’s a lie
Inside
Dark and cold
Its slips inside
Black and thick
It grips inside
Slowly leaking
It drips inside
And it rips
as it takes
And pulls inside
when its done
All is dead
All is gone
All has fled inside
Destined to be
I cant escape
Chained to my heart
That it has raped inside
Eyes that bleed
Eyes that cried
Eyes that fear
As it died inside
Hope long gone
Replaced by fear
Heart so cold
Replaced by a tear inside
Why is it so hard
Why does it hurt
Why does it always feel
Like I just been burnt inside
Why cant I stop
Why cant I feel
Why cant I just be me
And be real inside
But I don’t
And so it steals
What I have
What I feel
What I long for inside
Trying to grasp
It slips through my fingers
As I watch it fall inside
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In the darkness
I look at you lying
Amidst the shadows
As if your dying
bathed in soft light
Lost in a dream
In another world
Or so it seems
A sleeping beauty
Captured in time
Just like snow white
In a nursery rhyme
The curve of your face
Calling my lips
Ache for my touch
With soft fingertips
Skin so smooth
Lips so sweet
Body so soft
Draped with a sheet
Locks of hair
Tease your face
Falling so soft
Like fairy lace
And in the light
your image glows
and then it fades
as my eyes close
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I
am a photographer
I take stories of people
their lives
their hardships
their joy
with a single click
A solitary second in their life
now
forever immortalized
Captured to share with others
to show them the lives of people
who are just like us
who love
who laugh
who cry
but most of all
who long for a chance at a better life
a chance
for their children
As a photographer
if I am given the chance to help change the world
one click at a time
If I have to get down
in the mud
in the filth
to experience the lives of these people
in order to bring back the emotion
in a single frozen second
A second that will wake people up
make them care
make them angry
make them cry
at what they see
at the atrocities
at the suffering that is going on in the world
If I can get them riled up enough to want to help
to want to become involved
If I am given the chance to capture photos of this world
to bring them to the people
who are sitting in their overstuffed easy chairs
so that these people
might feel
might act
Then the chance is worth it
and this is an opportunity that will not be wasted
I have traveled this world
walked it's roads
seen the best and worst of men
I have looked into eyes hungry and cold
eyes with pain
eyes of hate
and those eyes looked right back into mine
From little girl prostitutes in Hyderabad India
to landmine littered fields in Cambodia
where people live with missing limbs
to the tent cities of Haiti
across the waters
to the children of the Inca in Peru
I have seen suffering
and pain
and grief
that doesn’t need to exist
I have listened
as they tell their stories
as they look with hope
when I shoot photos of what’s left of their lives
and all the while
I am wondering
who am I
that they should have hope
in me
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Im like a whale
Beached on your sand
I was too stupid to know
I wasn’t meant for land
That evolution doenst happened
As fast as you planned
That when you saw me out of water
I was too big so you ran
Im left staring at your footsteps
Imprinted on the sand.
Remember how I was big enough
To carry you across the sea
You were my Jonah when you needed me
I became your bridge
To take you from point A to point B
But Ive drawn a line in the sand
That your bridge wont cross
Because when you share the same land
You share it for all that it cost
You pried me open
But my pearl was too stained
From the last time I was opened
And left out in the rain
Im not a bookend
My only role isn’t your support
I had imagined we were like two sticks
Propped together
Able to stand in the wildest of weather
For even man can stand on two legs
When hes not sober
As long as he as the other
He might sway but he wont fall over
It takes two to tango
It takes two to fight
Yin and yang still need each other
Even though they are black and white
I guess the point of this poem
Is I cant run a two legged race
Without your legs
And Ill never get to the place
Where you want me to be
If your not willing to lend
a little of your support to me
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If my heart breaks and there’s no one around
Does it still make a sound
Does it still fall to the floor
And shatter on the ground
And if I buy a million rolls of duck tape
And a dump truck full of staples
Can I patch it back together
If I took a mile of cloth and wound it around
Would it mend back
If I made sure it was tightly bound
If I was asked to give it all
And I gave it
Should I expect something in return
When’s it my turn
Who’s going to catch me when I fall
You asked me to hold your world
Like I was Atlas balancing it on my shoulders
But it was more then that
You asked me to do it walking a tight rope
Up in the air
As if I were a cat
Who could land on my feet
But there was no safety mat
I’m more like a kite
With need of a string
So when the winds blow me about
I have someone that can bring
Me in
So when I’m out there taking on the storm
And even if I get ripped
And even if I’m a little torn
I’m still anchored like a ship at sea
But my ships titanic
And I got pulled down
And my heart played the captain
Staying with his ship
As it drown
As it was pulled me 6 feet underground
But my hearts not a vampire
That can rise out of the grave
It can’t heal itself after each encounter
Its more like a zombie
Rotting and falling apart
Not knowing better then to keep moving
Even when its not recognizable as a heart
But nobody said zombies were smart
I built my heart like a comet
To burn bright across your midnight sky
But if you remember in class a comet doesn’t fly
Its falls
It falls into the atmosphere
And if it doesn’t get burnt up
If it lands somewhere near
And I was to pick it up and be like here
It would be a cold black lump
It would be a hard rock
A starting block
In a wall
That would put china to shame
That could stop a freight train
And if there’s someone to blame
Its me
Because I was given eyes to see
And if I would of used them to look back
I could of seen it wasn’t meant to be
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And I don’t understand
As I lay here in bed
The words in my head
The words of the dead
As I lay here in bed
And the marching band plays
To the rhythm I say
In the cold of the day
The rhythm I say
As the funeral band plays
I say good bye to the world
For I never understood
Was love really good
Did I live as I should
I never understood
The perceptions of this mind
What was lost ill never find
Was this life ever mine
Was fate ever kind
The perceptions of my mind
And they play on and on
Forever the song
In a key that is wrong
On a day that is long
As they play on and on
the clouds cover the sky
Hiding the lie
That we all must die
No matter how we try
In hiding the lie
The ghost tolls the bell
To the black gates of hell
I stumbled and fell
In the blackness called hell
To the toll of the bell
Reaching up a hand
To the living land
Choking on sand
As I grasp with my hand
The life of the land
Joining in the choir
The chorus is fire
Death! called the cryer
As the flames rose higher
To the tune of the choir
All pass through fire
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The moon, a golden doubloon buried in the midnight sky, amongst a billion diamond
speckles, shimmers in the warm summer night’s air, as it slowly climbs to its zenith. The
lake reflects the scene back a thousands times on a thousand different ripples as oars
silently part the dark waters leaving star trails in their wake. In the small boat a girl lies
on the bottom, her long dark tresses hidden beneath a dark woolen cloak. Her sparkling
green eyes squeezed closed tight. Her full lips hold no emotion in them only lay still,
betraying nothing. Her delicate hands clasped behind her back bound there by a coarse
rope which winds its way around her small soft breasts and makes its way down to her
bare tender feet, trussing her up as neatly as a pig on its way to market. Yet there is no
fear in her eyes. No tears running down her smooth pale cheeks. No breath quickening in
her chest. Yet when she opens her bright green eyes, out emits what can only be called
faith and hope, like sunbeams through holes in the clouds, as if she knows someone is
waiting for her just on the other side of this moment, waiting to rescue her from a peril
she knows not what. Yet no one does. She is now laying on a cold gray beach. The girl
turns away. Not caring about the pain that tears through her hands and feet. Tears run
down her cheeks in torrents. Her body convulses silently. And there in the first of the
morning light, lying on the pale white sand, she fills utterly alone for the first time in her
life. And as the waves crash on the shore, the suns rays burst forth filling the world, she
lets herself go. Her hair is plastered to her face, she doesn’t notice. Someone has undone
her bound legs. She didn’t even feel it. Slowly a strong calloused hand pulls her to her
feet. She lets it. Empty now she lets them gently push her along a narrow trail that leads
farther away from the place that use to be her home. She sags to the ground. Let them
kill her. She would welcome it. She would beg for it if she could only find her voice, but
she lost that when she lost her heart. Her heart, somewhere back on the sands, at the
edge of the lake. Somewhere where the waves are crashing down on top of it, crushing it,
slowly dragging it out to a dark watery grave, where it wont have to bare the light of day
again, where it can dwell in the darkness that it so desperately wants to consume it.
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