Updated May 26, 1999
War
When no one hears the silent cries of children put to death,
And no one sees their final plea for their eternal wealth,
Then how could we have stopped it? How could we have planned
that the demons of the world would lay out their souls to tan.
But we did know my siblings, we saw them tear and scar,
We saw the Demon's eyes, and we saw their faces, marred.
And so, to stop the horror, to stop the bloody pain,
We dropped a few small bombs, and then we saw their bodies lain
All bent up in the streets, and ripped apart by limbs,
We went to stop the horror, but performed the Demon's whims.
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Our Redwood Friends
They cut away our hearts today, with ax and saw and chain
Today, our oldest friends were felled. All protest done in vain
We've stood together, as good friends will, for eons, so it seems
But they came and killed our hearts today, to build a "House of Dreams"
They took away our souls today, with chain and ax and saw
Today, our oldest friends were felled, in spite of natures' law
Our good friends quivered and shook with dread with every buzz and chop
In a blink of time they all lay dead, exactly where they dropped
To the rattle of chains and screams of saws; the sinister sounds of death
They're building a simple "house of straw" and hewing the whole earth's' breath
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HOW THE CHILDREN PLAY
Junior's got a semi-automatic
Keeps it hidden up in the attic,
He likes the feel of cold steel in his hands.
How I wish he could understand
Killing is not what makes you a man.
How's it gonna go down, will you look around?
You can loose everything in the bullet spray
Or drop the gun and walk away.
This is no children's game you play,
So how's it gonna go down?
Don't wait until the blood and tears flow
There's another bomb that's about to blow,
Inside a kid somewhere one ticks away.
Please reach the children, teach them today
What's taken by violence you cannot repay.
How's it gonna go down, will it be your town?
We can idly sit within complacency
Or stand and take responsibility.
Who'll be the next victims of our apathy?
So how's it gonna go down?
Copyright Sandra J. Hagle 1999
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child of mine
i want to know the part
of you so secretly forbidden.
the carefully hidden other
life you live. i want to experience
your pains and fear, love
and joy, truth and lies. once i saw
the little boy who sleeps
with his light on to ward away the
dark. this image seemed
to betray the blackness in your
eyes, how you shrugged
your shoulders, how you screamed
with rage. this little boy, child
of mine, was afraid of you, but loving
me. i knew the rest of you loved
me too. you just didn't know it yet.
once in a while, he would
smile at me, when you brushed the
hair of out my eyes, when
you held my hand, when your gaze
was frighteningly tender.
he was the secret hidden part
exposed. the part i loved
the most because it would love
me back. the screaming
rage seemed incapable of caring,
of loving, of needing me.
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As I sit here listening to the rain falling, and the call of the wild birds I can't help but think
of you and your sweet and tender words. Wanting to be near you, hoping you will see just how much you
truly mean to me. I want to whisper to you softly sweet nothings in your ear and wipe the tears away when
you are troubled dear. Just to hold you close and feel you heartbeat and kiss your tender
lips, while our bodies are entwined head, chest, hips and feet.
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Things to Remember
Your first memorie of your mom's brownies
Your first barbie or train set
Your first whole day spent with your father
Your first kiss with the one person who makes you smile
Your first date away from the house
The first time you realized what you wanted to be
The time you went your own way
The first time you screamed "I'm free"
Your first car
Your first real paycheck
The time you walked down the ile and looked into your loved ones eyes
The first house you bought
The first footsteps you baby took
The first time you realized you did everything you wanted to
The first time you realized you were who everyone wanted to be
The first time you realized you were beautiful
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:Neon reflections
America
thoughts of regaining
"...only figure, ten will live."
Digital patterns pulse through my eye
"losing control is better than sex"
keyboard noises in the darkness of alone.
The generation that hasn't a shadow,
a war to become heroes (a real war of ideals!-bless the dead)
lives in the eternal midnight/noon-time of pleasure.
Away!
Forms of requirenment, essays of achievement...I cry without success.
My eyes are dry!
Choices are the meat of my nut.
Uncracked they sit
in the sun.
worms bore through my brain and I notice...
decomposition.
"Away! Away! Away!", I shout to the sticky creature of laziness.
A creature that has blanketed my movement.
Almost to take my form.
Indifference
the cola I drink in the shade.
The shade
of your own
away from the shine of the religious swine!
To sit in my blindness and weave kindness
away to you
the Sensual and blue
away
leave me to my naked
leave me to my naked
Fear of open Calmness a word
a cliche' now that my eyes feed my effort.
To Matthew
I'm writing a bare foot poem to you with no question marks
or exclamation marks just it and me...
I gave you my heart and all that I'm . I cared for you and
treasured all that you are. Now...you want me to let go .
Was all of this a lie. Did I fall in love with one.
As I walk away I vow to forget everything we did and all the
memories I shared with you but I know that I will forget this
everyday.
The moments we shared I'll carry along in my heart and I'll
remember your smile every time I wipe a tear from my face...
I have to let go..
Breaking my heart is not hard to do , and making me cry was
easy for you . But I have dried all my tears and concur all
my fears .
But the pain in my heart will remain...
Mentia
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Unexpected Winter
There is no warmth in the bed...
the cool, cotton sheets
that once sparked
love's flames
are lifeless and cold.
Winter has come, unexpected,
to a garden where flowers seemed
to eternally grow,
hiding the vibrancy
and colors
under
a stark,
blanket
of snow.
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Courtesy
(after Sylvia Plath's "Edge")
for Elizabeth
The woman-friend is perfected.
Her clothed
Body wears the smile of innocent intention,
The illusion of classic formality
Stays the course of refined courtesy,
A wink
>From her eye seems to be jesting:
We have come thus far, it is over.
Every flirtation coiled, a camouflaged serpent,
One under each overlapping
Layer of garments, now warm.
She has folded
Her hands over her bosom as petals
Of an oxeye daisy occlude the garden
Moonlight, when it cools at blue dusk
Into a moist, musky odor.
The chill weather is nothing to be surprised about,
that is why we prepare under a hood, snug trousers, and sweater.
I should be used to this sort of thing.
Without pampering, with subtle comfort-distance, she drags me for the better.
Aaron Herrera
Riverside, dorm room 11 March 99
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The old man would sit in his rocking chair
thinking of the fun he'd had as a kid.
At his old, aged wife he would stare
while getting a breath of the cool night air.
The old man would sit is his rocking chair
thinking of the wisdom he'd gained over the years.
His wisdom was a flower, beginning anew,
and the sky, losing its blue.
The old man would sit in his rocking chair
trying hard to forget the foolish times.
Crying, cheery, cold chimes
tell his tale of childhood cares.
The old man would sit in his rocking chair
thinking of the times he had to come.
The wondrous wailing wind is overtaking him.
He is trying, trying his best to remember
his whole life....for he will soon die
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Hopeless Dreams
Or though it seems
Sleepless nights
And endless fights
So many tears
For so many years
I can't take it any more
I wish it was like it was before
I have nothing to lose or nothing to gain
Except for more never-ending pain
Kelly Garnett
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I Give You My Love
I give you my love,
even when we're apart,
I have never felt this way,
you my soul, my dreams, my heart.
I give you my love,
throughout everything that I do,
you make me so happy,
but I know this is something you already knew.
I give you my love,
each and every night,
I will never give up,
for your love I will fight.
I give you my love,
you've got my heart overflowing,
I couldn't imagine my life,
without all of this you knowing.
I give you my love,
I promise for the rest of my life,
and I know that one day,
you'll make me your wife.
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these waters breath life and exhale the confusion therein
a fresh mind as precious as morning dew drops on rose buds
must eventually drip blood in the name of the most High
who's caring
we search forward, time warped, to devise plans to aide Man
looking back to reflect acts which is seemingly an unknown paradox
cause we were born in mere seconds around clocks misunderstood
focused energies derived from each entity creates actions sinfully
like the bullet from the head of Kennedy
(God rest)
so who's to blame when we're in pain?
the root of all evil?
let me explain
created from man and woman out of love
God's child
with innocent looks and a beautiful
why doubt me?
conceived on earth to a watchtower Family in shallow waters
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The Book of New Desperation and Ecstatic Resistance (a work in progress)
A text by Omar el-Sabbah
Chapter I Finding the Zero
1.
Make a fist stare through it, motion as if to get its attention, as the soft clatter of a rattlesnake makes its way up the spine of the unbeliever. Never underestimate the intuition of mercy, but leave unharried the crocodile tears of pity, as the no man's land burns with the fervor of an aging mystic aching to experience the blessed virgin in a blasphemous way.... never look when this happens it will embarrass your soft parchment sensibilities. A crack in the skull of reality lets in rain through metaphysical trepanation as the soft hum of the generator sighs against a trembling thigh in the disinfected fluorescent scent of an evening outside of time
2.
Walk through the fist, slowly and with an even gait... you never know when your heart will swallow you up. Tides of dust make the journey seem as long as the time in the pining hours that you bottle, and turn into a potent but foul smelling tincture that tastes of a bitter newsprint. It makes assaults on the fist from the outside, moving in and putting up its feet, never leaving, but, attracting the granules which feel like railroad ties lodged under the eyelid in the clear mucus of the potential vision which you are uncertain you may or may not be allowed to have.
3.
Swallow the fist in order to julienne the mundane, access binah consciousness toll free, limitless numbers falling like a hail of frogs coming home late from the ball, slime on the gowns, working towards a unity of prescription thought embolisms. Now you are learning the secrets of consuming the living heart while it beats tympani in the chest of others, while they stand there going to purgatory, flaking into the dust which swirls in humble dervishes chanting into ecstatic trances around their feet as their mouths hang open.
4.
Wave the fist, as it hums in transparent glee, a farce, a small joke among compatriots. You have a strong sense of what you are searching for, the listless whistling of the pre-siesta revelry, a holy man sings narrative words like a mutated violin, sonorous, and in thick/thin tones. See/feel the vibration of mundi, erstwhile nomad emotions roam on a thin bitter foam chord, humming like a burnt out socket shorting in the rain of years, you feel the transparent glee in a fascinated patience, for the coming showdown on the glass trauma plain makes you want to sing.
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Mimosa
5/16/99
branches sway
ever graceful,
pink and white
fuzzy blossoms
perfume the air
with that almost
June summer smell.
as I sit beneath the
mimosa canopy
trying like hell
to write a poem
to no avail,
as tiny spiders
spin webs near
my head and fireflies
excite the child
that lays dormant
in my soul.
The wind carries
that scent as the blossoms
scatter to the ground
idle at my feet and weary pen.
Pluck up the blossoms and
make a path around slim ankles
and ticklish feet.
Dusk turns the sky
gold and indigo,
and the fireflies
get hip with their
mating thing,
The wind blows
mimosa through my hair
leaving traces
and essence there.
Forget the poem,
long forgotten is the pen,
as I lay caressed by
mimosa scented wind.
Lori
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A Shield from the Rays
I only have a weak smile to bring me through the hard times,
The hard times that will shortly be here,
Or so they say...
I only have my smile and my way of simply saying,
"The world is full of good, it's just not seen."
And I try to think of other things,
Things of happiness and glee,
But the visions once again invade my mind
I could never be some genius that just let's the badness be,
So when i ask about it to myself, I lie.
Written by: Lindsay Lorraine
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Why?
Because the calm summer night that you asked me
I felt all alone
Because I decided everything
Because I couldn't decide
Because I needed you
Because your absence made me weak
Because I am an adult
Because I act like a child
Because I wanted a change
Because I wanted everything to stay the same
Because I was ready for anything
Because I could deal with nothing
Because I knew that you would always be there
Because I wondered how long it would last
Because I told you everything
Because there was so much that you didn't know
Because I thought I loved you
Because I knew that I hated you
Because life seemed so simple
Because everything is so complicated
Because I could trust you
Because there was no one that I trusted
Because I could sit weeping on your shoulder
Because you never seemed to care
Because my feelings for you will never change
No matter how hard I try
I said yes
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You asked me to take you to the moon
You asked me to go away with you
I did both and here I am alone
I went to those places,
But I went there alone
You could never understand me,
What I gave to you was me
Yet it wasnt enough
I will never truly understand
Why you wanted me to take
You to those places
When I ended up going alone.
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yellow #5
we sprouted black
white tears and life in love
the trees grew a life
the sun never knew and
I had you,
I smile at your wickedness
And found you in your
Innocence
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We Roam
At night I change into a restless soul
Walking the streets as the clock strikes midnight
I roam with the others, neither dead nor alive
But those who feel they are dead inside.
We search the world, looking and looking
For something better and a reason to live
I seek comfort in them, and them in I
But we need something more, to be revived.
I can't figure out what it is that I want
Maybe a new life or possibly true death
For now I shall roam with the others like me
Those who feel they are dead inside.
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As all is lost is the darkness of shadow
and Saturn's red skies have forced you to battle
remember this tragedy, this pain, and this strife
will help you build wisdom and courage in life
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SINGLE LOVE
We view our love as a small smooth rock
our naked pond is an eternal clock
treasured times we shared gone in the past
times we feared our the ripples we cast
Take me my heart
with your lips of love you part my clouds with warmth from above
Take me my heart
come and dry my rain i need you here to rid my pain
shall we leave fate untold
no eyes for love to see
you choose to be bold
no lies to blind me
a simple rock with a pond to drink
my heart our love shall never sink
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Have you seen the great falls
Have you listened to a stream
Have you woke up on a beach
or behind bars
Have you told a beautiful story
Have you told a lie
Have you listened to both
Have you done all of these things
Have you
Have you lived
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Gone.
All is gone.
A chill winter breeze disturbs the ashes of the Ages
Gone.
The valiant fighters who gave their lives for their homelands are but a distant memory, a whisper on the Wind.
Gone.
The trinkets and curios of their everyday lives lie haphazard in the deep, muddy trenches that so many men Called "home" not so long ago.
A razor, used to shave the grimy whiskers from a young man's face just before the Battle of the Somme.
A tattered book which transported a soldier faraway from the death and evils of war, to a land of peace and Tranquillity.
A helmet, its once proud metal horn now rusted and tarnished by the passing of time.
A rifle, of German craft, lies, half covered in rubble, near an unfinished letter whose words lay hidden Beneath a pool of dried blood.
Only the words "love you" can be distinguished.
Gone.
Countless lives were lost, and countless lives were changed, but a single constant remains: all were brave.
The healing medic who soothed a soldier's wounds, the famous foot soldier who was the backbone of any
Army, and the general, who guided all of his troops to a roaring victory, or a crushing defeat...
ALL WERE BRAVE
But now their ashes lay along side their bravery on the field of battle that shall never be tread upon by the Hellish demon who calls itself "War", and his companions "Death" and "Famine"
Gone.
All is gone, but not forgotten.
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357 magnum
Feeling the cold barrel press against my temple,
I wonder if this is the last thing i will see before i die.
But yet, I think and its all really simple,
they know I'm just a child, so I sit there and silently cry.
Hearing the screams for help from my mother in the next room,
I become even more scared and begin to feel helpless.
Then i heard the real loud, crackling CABOOM!
Right above my head is where it had gone off, then he winked, and my forehead he kissed.
I will never forget that night,
To this day I know why it happened and I know it could have been stopped.
Never had my heart and mind been filled with such fright,
With a 357 magnum I could have been shot.
My mother was on drugs and it was all her fault,
how could a mother put her child in such danger?
Now five years later, my love for her is completely lost,
The only feeling I have for her is this never-ending anger.
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The Plunge!
It isn't too high
She's gonna chicken out
This rope isn't too long is it?
Without a doubt
This bridge is sturdy...
She's getting scared
It's totally safe right?
I am to be the brave one again...
Let's go on the count of 3
No WAIT!!
1... Is the rope okay?
2... Is my helmet on right?
3! I CAN'T DO THIS!!
I jumped! She jumped.
She chickened out! I chickened out.
Are you okay?
That was fun why didn't you come?
I'll go this time
We're going again?
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Next to my home in the Caribbean
I say an my candle-lit patio
Listening to the warm, quiet ocean
Sipping my sweet hot cocoa.
Then I felt a chill in the air.
I searched, feeling a little sour.
What was that mysterious feeling?
Then I saw a blooming Moon Flower.
No one could see it but a precious few.
The flower so immortal, so pure.
White as the moon, shy as a child,
Yet proud as a woman in rabbit fur.
I stared at the flower in silence.
I was full of mystery and pride.
Then I shed tears of sorrow
As the rare flower withered and died.
I watched as it withered and died.
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"My Friend"
I had a friend she was my own.
The greatest friend I've ever known.
I had a friend loyal and true.
She did everything a friend could do.
I had a friend she came and went.
She will never know how much to me she meant.
My friend has left now she's gone away.
I miss my friend but I'll see her again...Someday
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Jealousy
Jealousy is green.
It sounds like boiling water spilling over the side of a pot,
It tastes tangy and sour like a lemon,
It smells like the too sweet nauseating smell of lysol,
It looks like the green eyed monster,
It makes my skin crawl and makes me feel icky.
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the howling wind, the pounding rain
Testing the strength of my window pane
The house is dark, I grope for light
Trying to relax on this black cat night
THE BLISS OF SLEEP
The power is out, the phone is dead
Feeding the fear growing in my head
And what is that sound in the cellar below?
That bumping and swishing and unearthly moan
I am alone in my home, my tomb
The worst of my fears, of impending doom
And isn't that sound now moving upstairs?
Or is this a dream, the stuff of nightmares?
Under the covers I shiver in terror
Wishing for morning in this ghostly lair
Surly everything will be all right
With the heat of the bright morning light
And yes relief comes with the newfound day
And the nightmare ends in a twisted way
For you see I am free of the fright while I'm sleeping
But soon I'll awake to the night that is creeping
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The only on who understands me is a girl I see every day, She never seems to talk back but she is cool that way.
Never complains about anything her world s just like mine and when my life is falling down she's there at the right times
But every time I see her face it all becomes a bit clearer, that when I say "Hello" to her I'm talking to my mirror.
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"How different it would be--
to make you go away--
and make you stay
away
wake up one day
nothing to say.."
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IF I TOLD YOU MY SECRET
Joni.A. Zehner 17
Let me tell you of a spirit,
A legend beautiful and idealistic,
One that is sacred to me...The Earth Angel, and also my dear Mystic.
I know of a power that gives you strength when you are weak.
Based on tradition, although still unique.
Whenever you're afraid, hold onto the nearest tree,
For inside is a spirit, that will set your worries free.
Whenever you're in danger, cry out like the wolf,
Then listen to their answering cries,
Inside is a prayer for you...that puts courage in your eyes.
Sing the song that's filling your heart,
And let the whole world know,
Just who it was that saved your life...was it the eagle or the snow?
If I told you my secret...what would you do?
Would you respect every spirit...would you rescue the old and new?
Let me show you this prayer of courage,
One beautiful and idealistic,
One that is sacred to me...The Earth Angel, and also my dear Mystic.
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Sacred people
I fear your race
Lead me to nature
Shelter from the man
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Of dreams, wishes or fantasies...
Out of the moon-lit mist you came...
towering above myself,
god-like, enchanting....
with sensual full lips you sang...
rising ever so slowly, my skin
tingles at the sight before me....
perfected emeralds drink me in...
such titillation never having
been felt....
with waves crashing, ever so
gentle breeze...
we come to be as one soul...
yet never really seeing,
nor a single touch...
of dreams, wishes or fantasies....
into the moon-lit mist you go.
forever li'l
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Force to be reckoned with
By Matthew
A force exists.
Creating an equilibrium on which life is based.
A civilization at the height of its technological advances.
A disturbance threatens its future of peace and prosperity.
Upholders of a long lasting religion must defend their faith, to
preserve life and restore peace.
One child has been found who possesses great strength in the force.
There are those who fear this boy and what his destiny may hold.
Beware of the innocence that lies in his eyes.
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I am the worst.
I will not
accept defeat,
until your void is filled.
Take my tears:
pain
heartache.
Refuse
Your hand pushing me away.
I AM BAD!
Renaissance man make me your Queen;
I will not stop
until your void ceases
to exist.
Until I am completely
dead inside will
I accept star-filled
nights made false by
iridescent wishes.
Don't leave
I am exhausted.
I am challenged.
The stars are laughing.
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Tall ugly pine trees cast shadows so bold,
Oncoming's the season for secrets untold.
Skies stained with India back oaks gnarled and dead,
Oncoming's the season for secrets unsaid.
Bone-chilling silence, fading to gold,
Behind us is the season for secrets untold.
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AS I LOOK AT YOU
ERICK TURNER 5-24-99
AS I LOOK AT YOU
YOUR FACE MAKES ME FEEL BLUE
I KNOW I COULD BE TRUE
HOW 'BOUT YOU?
YOU BLOOMED SO FINE
IN JUST SO LITTLE TIME
WILL YOU BE MINE?
I HAVE TIME
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HOLD MY HAND
Tell me of the stories,
of the facts, and of the people.
Tell me their names and their struggles.
Take me with you sometimes when you pray.
Let me learn how to trust God each day.
Teach me how to share Jesus with my friends.
Show me how to love a stranger.
Teach me how to forgive when I've been hurt,
and never forget to repeat the Christmas story,
about the child in the manger.
Let me go, to experience life on my own,
but always with Christ.
Let me confess my own transgressions.
Pray for me when I disappoint you,
but teach me how to trust God during the world's oppressions.
A godly parent is also a friend,
and a Christian child is a blessing.
We must honor each other as God commands,
and never forget to pray with each other,
united through Him, and holding hands.
by Naomey Wilford
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" Fire"
Ever moving, all consuming
First it showers, then devours
It moves with stealth,
it knows not wealth
nor human kindness
Its wrath is mindless.
But it is of course
mans first resource
it cooks, it warms,
it dazzles, it charms.
Our bane, our pain
Our pleasure, our desire
How contradictory is this thing fire!
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THOUGHTS!!!
I AM LOST !
ABSENCE ON SLEEP
SO MUCH SORROW
YET I CAN'T WEEP
THE PAIN IS TOO DEEP
HOPE VANISHES
AND DARKNESS CREEPS.
THREW MY SOUL
THERE IS AN EMPTY HOLE
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Time to Think
Once in a very long time
I am able to think logically
To gaze in wonderment at incredible visions
Instead of the blank wall
I am so very familiar with
To find in myself a soul
Something genuine
Something real
Yet at the same time
Finding there is nothing
Empty corridors that run along the corners of my mind
Echoing voices that once were
Memories that cease to be revived
Times before long forgotten and hidden away
Faces I once knew in the shadows
Lists of failures written on the wall
I am pulled into the depths of my tremulous mind
My body shakes and tears fill my eyes
I get up and walk away
Forcing a smile upon my face
lori
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Staring at the window pains
Poison running through my veins
The world seems a foggy haze
Thinking it's all just a faze
Staring into the blade
Look at the mark I made
Blood trickles down it seems
Life is all just a dream
Death it seems so close at hand
Mark of the beast upon my hand
Eyes turn red
Soul turns shallow
There I sit within my bed
So wild now turned mellow
With my last breathe I gasp the name
The cause of my pain
In hell I rise
See everybody cries
Everybody dies
Everybody fries
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ALL WRAPPED UP
By:NBoB Walker
All my friends are looking right past me
My future wants me to sing a swan-song
But all I can think of is how life is a tragedy
Blame the sky for being too blue
Speakers blown away by how I'm all wrapped up in me
I want to claim the stars for me
My gun just became my enemy
Pointing at all the fatalities I have made
Push and pull your thoughts in and out of me
All my friends are looking right past me
Because I died last night and your not really hearing me
The bullet went and had tea in my heart
But I don't mind the pain of all the lame media
Charging my best friend with the first degree
He shot me because I'm all wrapped up in me
And he believed I was the son of Satan because a video game told him so
Maybe that had something to do with it
I think it was the voices talking in our heads...
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What?
by... .GB.
The only answer I can get is that you can't make up your mind
What is love when you don't confess yourself
The heart is red and bleeding from what you will tell me
The millions of calls I make with the answering machine makes me see,
we'll never get started
But I remember we've never parted
Perhaps it's because we've never done the tango
All messed by your tv set
I make a move but when I turn to you it's your dog fluffy
I ask you to move over in the bed but instead you fall of and hit me in the head
So what should I do?
Is this why men are queer
Then I fear I'll steer off a bridge and play chess with god
Or maybe I'll go in a hole and watch the world get destroyed by you
Who started love because, my dear, I shot a dove today
And it fell on your leather sofa...
So Sorry... but I was broken hearted... hee hee
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Hero
The flames engulf me
Yet, you remain unscathed
Blessed by the journey I fear I may not travel
The wound is deep and the pain just as fresh
Yet, peace finds your waiting face
Your kiss, such sweet sacred drops of salvation
Anger is the painful disease
And rage, the symptom of affliction
How deeply I have fallen in my island of despair
Do you stand free?
Are you trapped in a cell of my own design?
I wish nothing more than to set you free
Stand fast, my love, and let me be your all
They will never break through your walls nor
Penetrate your fortress
I am the air you breathe
You are the heart that beats
Find shelter in sleep, for tomorrow's light, I shall bring forth.
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Much life
How much life was lost that day?
But still I have much life that builds within
Through pain and peace life is gone
Now how much of that pain has been there since birth
To see I try and try to cope with the pain that lies within
I try to let go some of that pain with some vocal rage
Scream and scream that's what I do
To let go some of that vocal rage
To cope with the pain that lies within
Now how much life is gone?
I'm just half of what I used to be
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A cry in the darkness
I lie awake at night,
and hear a cry in the darkness outside,
that sends a shiver up my spine.
with a pounding heart I look out my window,
and to my surprise there is a man,
on his knees sobbing,
crying out to the world,
the pains of a dear one lost.
Another cry comes farther off,
but this one is not in sorrow.
A woman has just brought a new life into this world,
and wants everyone to know the joy she is feeling.
The joy in her voice over powers the sorrow in his.
The balance of the world
has brought a new life in,
as another leaves.
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Empty void engulf my mind.
My heart was raped too many times to hold any value
Empty void take my soul
shred it like you did my emotion
Take my hate, make me inflict on this dieing world
I'm too tired to have a will of my own
Empty void fill me up
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time passing by
like cars
on an empty highway,
all things driven
away
with blaring silence.
this is a time when all faith
is LOST.
children are gods, and
power
is in the
mind
...howl
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We Fall Gorgeous
he said sing or sleep
in our garden gift.
moonlight is
rain smearing beauty.
I see my pink forest
of life.
run
barefeet cry delicious,
hit true white under the music.
the wind kisses me hello
after the tiny cool language
above
his sun is gone.
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-Angel To Me-
Your an angel to me,
And as you can see,
Every thing you do,
Mesmerizes me.
I love the way you smile,
I wish I could see it more,
It would be all the while,
Just to see your gorgeous smile.
Your an angel to me,
And as you can see,
Everything you do,
Mesmerizes me.
-Beth
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Love,hate,money,dates,
beer,drugs,pain,lugz,
happiness,sadness,bad decisions,sex,parties,car collisions,
popularity,kissing a$$,"cant drive low on gas",
crushes,blunts,drunkin stunts,power,weakness,clumsy,slickness,
silver,gold,22 seems old,smoke up,take a hit,puff it,come on its lit,
sluts,old e's,shes a tease,hooking up,hes a slease,
camaros,ponys,shit im lonley,mikey D's,no onions please,
phone calls,football,sadam husains an a-hole,
dave matthews,orgy,bonos pushing 40,
crack head friends,fashion trends,radioheads got the bends,
heartaches,heartbreaks,dont trust her shes fake,
mets lose,drink booze,better be carful the'll sew,
Oj's damn guilty,public bathrooms filthy,
crying when hearts are breaking,massage when bones are acheing,"they smoking cigerettes?",no man there baking,
so lick the salt,take the shot,suck the lemon,smoke some pot,
chase it with a beer,remember no fosters,just dont call her when your drunk,remember thats how you lost her.
Rk 3/27/99
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MAZE
ALWAYS FINDING MYSELF ON THE SAME PATHWAYS
I TURN BEGIN TO RUN
REALIZING ITS A NEVER-ENDING MAZE
FALLING TO THE GROUND I SCREAM OUT IN RAGE
MY RAGE WAS OF HEARTACHE AND PAIN
PAIN CAUSED BY MY OWN FOOLISHNESS
OUT OF CONTROL MY TEARS FALL AS RAIN
ASKING HERE WILL I ALWAYS REMAIN
AFTER I REALIZE I COULD NOT RUN
RUN AROUND THIS ENDLESS MAZE
I FORGAVE MYSELF FOR WHAT I'VE DONE
LOVE, HOPE ,PASSION LIFE HAD RE-BEGUN.
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The Search For Self
Beneath the fathoms of your eyes
Past the memories they hide
Through endless thoughts
And timeless dreams
Within your heart
And within your needs
The dawn awaits the morning light
To steal the darkness from the light
To touch your face
And hold your hand
To know your beauty and warmth again
Then with the light there comes the dawn
An image faded now is gone
But who's reflections echo in soft reframe
The longing words that call your name
By self Clifford Kubit Who hopes to find his own place in the world of poetry
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alley of Pain
In the valley of pain
in the bloody rain,
I ask for death
I give my soul
You came to me
with your fallacy
Your ear is stone,
your eyes are coal
It's amazing I live,
with the shit you give
I thought I loved you
but I hate you
Beneath the sheet,
she looked so sweet
I wanted love,
and companionship too
All that I hate
is what you create
Your song, your dance
your stupid lies
I kissed your feet,
hoping our hearts would meet
I asked you to love me,
couldn't you hear my cries?
All manner of shame,
is in my name
my heart like glass,
shattered by love
One last kiss
one shot, no miss
one bullet, one shove
All I wanted was love
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walk away
from here just
close your eyes
and let me
look at your
smile and the
way
you used to
laugh when i
would walk into
a room.
and hale! o king of me
and sky
and everything
else beautiful.
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Yesterday
Yesterday I found the true meaning of life.
Yesterday I found that there was no time to recognize anything I had ever done.
Yesterday it was brought to my attention that without a look for tomorrow
Yesterday will never exist.
Yesterday is gone now
I still think about
Yesterday...
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I like holding her hand,
Holding her in my arms
Never wanting to let go
Never saying goodbye,
Wishing the kiss lasted forever.
Her smile brightens my day
And her presence is even greater
For then I know I will always Love her
And with every Hug and Kiss
Our relationship grows stronger.
I feel sad when she cries
Wanting to make things better,
But all I can do is tell her
That I will always be there...
And I just want her to know...
That I will always Love her.
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Have you ever looked beyond your eyes,
Somewhere deep...
So deep you begin to feel something enormous...
Whether its pleasure or pain...
The deeper you see the deeper you feel...
Imagine your part of that feeling,
Like something thats always been there,
but never experienced...
Suddenly everything becomes beautiful...
It becomes more real...
Now your life doesn't appear to be the same,
Seeing if feeling & feelings is believing...
Donnie McCorkle
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THREE WISHES
If I could have three wishes
and know that they'd come true
I'd not wish for wealth or fame
I'd only wish for you
I'd not wish for the stars
I'd not wish for the moon
I'd only wish there were 25 hours in each day
to sit and spend with you
My second wish wouldn't be
to be beautiful or strong
I'd only wish that there were 8 days in each week
in your arms where I belong
My third and final wish would be
that there were 13 months in each year
for each and every day
I would truly love to hold you near
But I know I'll never have 3 wishes
And I know they'll never come true
But I know I'll have one life
Maybe to spend with you!
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"Idiots"
Mindless idiots plague streets;
Never seeing the ignorance,
that blinds their feeble minds.
What will it take for them to notice?
Death...
War...
Hostility...
Of course, I have to laugh,
for these things justify their biased opinions
...in their feeble minds.
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Alig Ate 'Er
Lickedy Splickedy
Wink wink wink
Tell me a story
To make me think
Of wolves and knives
Turkey and chives
Licorice Ants
To crawl in your pants
Silly old maids
Who like to play Spades
Things like these
If you please
by moi :)
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FOREIGN GIRL/FOREIGN DANCE HALL
'Nothing is false in a Tango............It's not like life'
(Scent of a Woman)
Wollen sie bitte, schoene fraulein
Dance with me a Tango, your cheek against mine ?
Mademoiselle, s'il vous plait,
je t'en prie, make my day
Bailemos ! Whilst Carlito sings,
of Toulouse and Medellin
Confusing our reality
with lustful sensuality
Eine kleine liebestraum for three long minutes,
The interior of el amato del Tango
Salidas, enrosques and your pretty gancho,
hit me up with your gorgeous boleo !
Such pretty pink skin and the touch of your body ;
Pull back small and show me your décolleté
A sneaky back ocho my leg between yours,
and we're thigh against thigh.
Mmmm....... that got me a sigh !
Now that I seem to be starting to please
Dare I clack your bra strap by way of a tease ?
Lean close to me Lady, I'm a man and I'm strong
we're the best in room, we can do nothing wrong !
Que bella ragazza
que languide carezza !
Power y pasión
to the sobbing of the bandoneon
but then it all ends, all too soon, all too soon,
Parlas-vi esperanton ? Non.......... non.
And our two polite words are like cups holding oceans
of heat and desire and lust and emotion
'Arrigoto'
'Sayonara'
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Open your eyes and look at me.
Can't you see we were meant to be?
Glance deep within my soul.
You're the one that keeps me whole.
I need you now and forever.
You're the that do treasure.
Now close your eyes and place out your hand.
The love is there, don't you understand?
I know the words always come out wrong.
But I've understood you for so long.
You maybe a weary traveler without sight,
but I've seen, for a great time, that this is right.
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The flowers are so pretty
in the pretty month of May.
The flowers are so ugly
when the winter weather stays.
Be my friend and comfort me
with specific lies.
The flowers in your hand
appear
outside the storm of time.
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SEA OF MADNESS
I WAS BORN IN THE STILLNESS AND DEPTH OF THIS HUGE AND ANGRY SEA,
HARASSED BY SHARKS AND COMFORTED BY DOLPHINS.
HERE YOUR TEARS GO UNNOTICED, YOU LEARN TO BEAR YOUR PAIN ALONE.
MY BODY IS BRUISED, MY SOUL IS EMPTY,
BUT SOON I WILL LEAVE THIS VASTNESS OF WETTER WATERS
AND SLIMIER SLIMES. MY HOME IS NOT HERE, BUT SOMEWHERE WHERE THE SUN
SHINES WARMLY IN THE SUMMER AND PINK, SOFT SNOW CARPETS THE WINTER GROUND.
OH! CRUEL AND MIGHTY SEA,
WILL YOU DO THIS ONE THING FOR ME?
LET ME BE AND SET ME FREE!
FOR AS THE WATER LEAVES THE SANDS
SO MUST MY HAND LEAVE YOUR HANDS.
OR ELSE...KILL ME,
FOR I WILL NOT LIVE IN MISERY.
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I sit under his eyes tainted with hopelessness and shame
A poverty stricken mental affliction with everyone to blame
so many lessons to have learned seeking the answers to exist
in which my heart is kept in silence and my pain within a fist
look at me smiling at the sun what goes on behind those eyes
could it be I'm proud to live or that living I despise
no nothing of the afterlife and since death a common fear
I sit smiling at the sun your there and that I'm here
----------------------------
I'VE COME UNDONE
Ivy
One more night dies down,
The empty night still quiets you,
Another mood of silent sound.
From below you sparkle in the sun,
As for me my friend, I've come undone.
Did I ever tell you what our song means to me?
The dark missions echo the sound,
Complete the ivy-coated tune,
One more night dies down.
One more time I smile,
What's left within calls out to you,
I wish you'd choose to stay awhile.
Find the song within my friend,
As for me, I've come to an end.
I need you to play my song,
Don't let confrontation push way,
That ivy coated tune that wants to play.
Don't let space strip your golden gown,
Sing the song before the night dies down, down.
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BRUISED, USED, AND ABUSED
As I wipe my last remaining tears
I remember my past,
exactly 4 years
4 years ago this nite
was when you used all your might
I lost an important part of me
but I guess that's something you would never see.
I was a victim of rape,
a victim of cruel
How could I be such a god damn fool?
I tried to fight
I screamed "Stop", "No"
I was your step-daughter
yet, you treated me like a ho
In a matter of 20 minutes my life was ruined and crushed
you abused me,
before that, I had never been touched
I sat in the bathtub
Bleeding, Screaming, and Crying
At this point,
I felt like dying.
I felt like shit
I was abused
you left marks all over my body
and I was bruised
Bruised me for eternity
and even for life
Didn't you take a second
to think of your wife?
Your wife was my mother
that I loved so dear
the thought of me telling her
was my biggest fear.
4 years later, now
I know my heart will mend
but I'm worried, next time it's broken
that it won't bend.
I'm over it now
I was a rape victim
but the past is in the past
with the help of him
Someone picked me up
and helped me through
and I thank the dear lord
that it wasn't YOU!!!!!!!
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PERFECTION AT ITS LEAST
In a small cottage made of gingerbread and lollipops;
A beautiful young lady lives.
Her world is almost a fantasy story-
nothing cruel no fear or worry.
Except for one thing she's alone.
All her life she's been abandoned;
NO family or friends to love,
Can't remember if she's ever received a hug.
Birds try and eat her sweets
She invites them over for some treats.
Relating to them as if they care,
But if she knew the truth-
Her heart would slowly tear.
They hum her soft tunes
That bring pleasure to her ears
peacefulness and harmony is all she ever hears.
Her life is lovely as a dandy, particularly grand in a home made of candy.
But something's missing she is sure.
Maybe she'll never change,
Or make an effort at all.
But very soon she'll fulfill with emptiness,
She'll drop her fragile body and fall.
Never living a love.
Just experiencing a sorrow soul.
A life never being completed-
A heart that's never been full.~
---------------------------
Two Sides
Noelle Williams
I'm watching him when he don't know and i'm wondering how we got this far?
and why do i deserve this love when i don't know who we are?
but i don't know what to say, 'cause words get in the way.
And there are two sides to every story, two people sorting through it all
two eyes peerin' through a warped stain-glass window.
two people who don't want to fall.
And in these chains and restrictions, i try to ignore everyone.
so afraid to hold you back, pushing you closer to the sun.
but i don't know what to say, 'cause my words get in the way.
And there are two sides to every story, and i'm sorting through it all.
i'm peerin' through this warped stain-glass window.
and me and you, are trying not to fall.
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the beast within
filling all voids
the needle probing
looking for new pain
inner walls crumbling
a poison growing
a festering wound
oozing hate and greed
the chameleon face
a perfect disguise
the beast within
etching the fiber of humanity
with acid like results
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ACHING, BREAKING THE TURMOIL OF YOUTH. CONFUSING AND LOSING THE INNOCENTS OF JOY.
TO BE A SIMPLE OBJECT, INANIMATE WITH NO TRUTH IN MY DESIRES.
TO BE NURTURED, SOULLESS AND STILL, BUT TO ALWAYS HAVE JOY IN MY HEART.
CURSE THIS MIND, IT IS TRULY WASTED ON A HOPE THAT DIED BEFORE THIS AGE
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As I go Along
As I go Along to see what the world has in store for me,
I try to live with what happens to me hoping to be here the next
day with what I have left.
I know what I know and learn what I learn
I never give up even though I get burned.
As I go along I long to see what the world
has in store for me.
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-UNTITLED-
I watch as she passes
Once I see her face
My heart and spirit do nothing
But soar through space
My eyes are caught upon her beauty
As she floats upon the sky
I want to be with her
But I dare not try
Her angelic wings flutter
And her halo's curved toward heaven
I count the days i spend in hope
The number goes on forever plus seven
I wish and wish, but its not worth the effort
Fore I will never be an angel amongst the divine
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Sitting around with nothing to do
But close my eyes and think of you
Your smile was bright
Your eyes would shine
I'd be forever proud to call you mine
But now all I see is a cloud of grey
I wish you were here like yesterday.
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.the moon.
it changes. every night. it's something different. as
though it needs to be noticed. it changes. it needs to be
looked at. to have attention. with all the countless stars
around it. still. it's all alone. i am the moon. my life.
my soul. me.
------------------------------
Time
A second goes by,
yet,
it feels like an eternity.
A life drifts on,
as a blurry smudge.
A best friend,
dies,
an early death.
A child cries,
but,
who is there to listen,
to comfort,
to care.
A second goes by,
yet,
time no longer has a meaning.
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QUICKLY LIFE FADES
A MOMENT TO SOON
YOUR MEMORY FALTERS
WAS IT REALLY YOU
THE HOPES AND DREAMS YOU ONCE HAD
NOW FORGOTTEN
THE CLOCK KEEPS TICKING
EVER CLOSER THE END
TO DO IT ALL OVER WITH KNOWING EYES
WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE
THOSE FIRST DECISIONS SET THE COURSE OF LIFE
WERE THEY BAD OR WERE THEY GOOD
THE LAST DAYS TELL
NO WHERE TO HIDE
NO EXCUSES TO USE
THE WRITING IS ON THE WALL
WILL YOU BE REMEMBERED?
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The mood I'm in right now, I could write nothing beautiful. I feel depressed, a sense of hopelessness. I want to cry, but bleep! why?
What would it bring me, what would it change
what in my world would it rearrange
tomorrow would come with the same bleepin' sun
every one else would still be number one
except me and my self and my bleepin' black shoes
and tonight and the band and my night cap of booze
it strikes me strange to pen bleepin' rhyme
I'm romantic most all other bleepin' times
so pen, it's your crud I must be writin' down
or maybe it's me bein' a bleepin' clown
I analyze this, I analyze that
like a marinated batch of chicken fat
now I smile, that pisses me off!
I'd rather land on my head from a loft
I guess life's really a bleepin' joke
it cracks me up to spew this smoke
so asta la vista spumanti lick plums
glory halelluhea this poem is done!
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There once was a girl in pain,
Who said she had nothing to gain,
She took out a knife,
Then she took her life,
And said everyone else was to blame.
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DON'T THINK TOO HARD
Standing on the edge of my life contemplating my fall,
Voices rise and shoot out to me,
The big world makes me feel helpless and small.
I wish I had the telescope to bring it more in focus.
But as I look too far and deep
I only come to notice:
The harsh things that are in my past and the ones still yet to come.
I wish could make them stop
And see them go away one by one.
I hear the deep tones ringing in my ear
The soft whisper you hold out to my fear.
I realize the optimism of others;
Their life not one big lie.
The nourishment they had received will keep their heads up high.
For I am not so sure about myself-
I'll just hang low to the ground.
Until my last day on Earth;
The day I finally fall down.
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*Swivelcreep*
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Louder startle vanish lash
Pushing paintbrush walking drip
Deejay hiccup stammer said
Stinger wishes bug bite bed
Devilish harp strum halo horns
Revolution hour hands petting hue
Kick ban geek God kneels few
Doctor smile
Father chew
Puppy barks when
Kitten grew...
[zd99]
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Poetry in Motion
by Michael Hunting of "The Body Politic"
Soul
Despair
Happyness
Deep
Lonlyness
beautiful puffy clouds
intertwined with the layer
of bliss...
soul
despair
happiness
deep
SHUT THE F**K UP!
Your clichés have become vague, your ideas are merely an imitation of the
"Poets Market", and you only write when you are "inspired" (Translation: Your
girlfriend broke up with you). I encourage anyone who looks at this piece
of work to write something with the word Fuck in it. It will make you feel
a whole lot better. If you feel I am in the wrong, once again:SHUT THE F**K UP!
All poems Copyright © Designated Authors 1999.
Page Copyright © AHA Books 1999.
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