ARCHIVES FOR OPEN MIC
MARCH, 1999 Part One
Up-dated March 23, 1999
PART ONE
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I long to hear his voice,
The way I feel, I have no choice.
A silent whisper in the night,
Soft and gentle, sweet and light.
A feeling of warmth in my heart,
A light sound gives me a start.
Is it him, is he all alone,
I think, as I race to the phone.
I'll know as it comes into view,
Never mind... it's for you.
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People tell me I don't love you
When I'm speaking of, or when I hug you
But then I ask them, "Who do you love?"
"Have you ever had someone so true, someone to dream of?"
Then they tell me I'm too young to really know
But love isn't something taken clearly, its a flake of snow
A little bit different in one way or another
But its not an open door, only to the other
The other being the one you love, the one you care for
So these people shouldn't dare question my love anymore
But I'm certain that it is true, I do
I know, on my own, that you are my sky, my sky of blue
But still, as I lie here on the rug thinking of you
People tell me I don't love you
-by Aaron Giroux
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THE LITTLEMAN'S SONG
Morning comes and the old man leaves.
He shuts and
locks the door with ease,
Then turns and steps onto the
street
Of cobblestone spread beneath his feet.
The old man smiles at those who pass:
The butcher,
the baker, the priest in mass.
A wave of hand, a nod of
head
Is equal to a greeting said.
While he walks he hums a tune
And stops to watch the
fields in bloom.
The same routine done everyday
Is
not routine in any way.
The park is empty when he arrives,
Except for Nature,
who herein thrives.
The old man sits by the lake's calm
shore;
Smokes his pipe and nothing more.
For hour upon hour the old man sits,
While Sparrows
eat breadcrumbs in little bits.
These are the ways his
days are spent,
For days like these are heaven sent.
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Silence
A baby's quiet slumber,
The dead of midnight,
The
open desert
with only the wind blowing.
A room of studying children,
The summer breeze a
blowing,
A cat stalking
a mouse.
And me,
Dreaming 'bout it all
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PAIN
Kari
I wish they could understand my pain
Its soo deep and its soo real
If only they could understand how I feel
I'm hurt deep down inside
I wanna crawl in a hole and hide
It hurts soo much I don't know what to do
If only they knew
I'm afraid and I could think of some reasons why
Seems like all I do is cry
If only I could just wake up someday
I know things can't all be my way
If only I could please someone
Not look at all the wrong I have done
I wish they could understand my pain
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LIFE IS BRIEF
Eternally crushing our dreams
cursing our past
we
try to master our future
chased by our fears
we try to
direct our own steps
on a road never........clear
shoulders so strong
many burdens to bare
its hard
to find the way
when looking through tears
never stopping to cry
getting caught in life's
grief
no time to give in
for some......life is
brief
Rose
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Standing now, alone now?
I feel the cool winters breeze.
From my neck down to my knees.
Wondering where is the one who brought me here.
Sensing you close, but knowing your no where near.
Looking back when I reached out.
Giving hope where there is doubt.
As I look over the horizon.
Letting some of the warm light in.
As I feel the cool, crisp wind.
Looking back, now I begin.
As I start on this journey without you there to help me.
Everything now left up to me.
I feel all you taught me surge through my mind, and I come to the conclusion that "Everything I want is mine."
Now I see I wasn't standing by myself, but with you inside myself.
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WAITING FOR THE BERRIES TO BLOSSOM
Those days when you were with me,
Those moments we
shared, in your moms place,
Those green hills and chirping
of cuckoos ,
Which I loved more than thousand
operas,
while those parrots in group salvaged the
berries,
on that day of spring ,when I rested in your
lap,
I promised you never to be away.
Your love the beauty of the sparkling stream,
when you
pampered my life in your womb,
I kissed it and
promised,
let the sun be down from its root,
You belong
to me and me alone.
For all those years of
search,
found I your heart hidden from the crowd,
just
that I would own, my precious one.
When did the cuckoos flew and the stream dried,
I am
alone dear, the vagaries of fate unknown,
Will the spring
be ours again,
I live waiting the berries to blossom.
BY JOHN DEVV
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The Shelter
By Ananda Moonasingha
A roof above people's heads
Four walls mark the little
sheds
Shelter for the poor families
Even villages have
modern shanties
When we were young, them those days
Village land was
where cows graze
A labyrinth of footpaths made your
way
A sandy cart track is the public right of way
A macadam road runs pass the village
Besides is a
Catholic Church of colonial age
A grayish building in a
middle of palm trees
A few crosses symbols a place of rest
in peace
The housing estate is behind the churchyard
A bare
body lying on ground is whining hard
The poor soul is
mentally impaired
Seemingly in subconscious he bawls, ah
drunkard.
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~ One Road~
One Road,
Two directions,
One "safe",
One unknown.
One desert,
One green,
One heart torn between.
One choice,
One Life,
One filled with heartache and strife.
One time,
One chance,
One filled with love and dance.
One Road,
Two directions,
One "safe",
One unknown.
One Passion,
One load,
But which is which Road?
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DESTINY
once you let your soul slightly open
and mine was trapped inside yours.
many crossroads and mysterious coincidences
appears on the stage and somebody's script
insist on two lovers
mourning at the meadow.
I say: don't go, please, don't.
and you: it's time to.
at twilight finally you announce
you're leaving but the only door is locked.
serene you turn around, sit astride on me
and say: you know that I know
that I'll never go away,
you're my beloved shackles
and my wings, your destiny got it self
wound round my feet. now I kiss you
and you drop in low motion over me.
no applause. no reproach. not anything.
someone in silence blow out the candle.
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Where I Live.
Ray C Villegas
We are all liars; imitators, posers.
Where does it roam
These thoughts of demise
for a world to hate
not only loathe, anti-extol
within me it is, within all?
At lapses it lumbers in life, awake
this madness for a world, fake
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Here I saw an open door, when I left my mind
In bloody muse does my mind lie;
these reflections of anger and hate,
why do I write the unrhymed lines
I do not show here my ill fate.
The pen it saves me like no other
it lets me go into a slumber.
Which is of ecstasy and content
this love of lines is all that's meant
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Purpose
When God touches us,
It is a signal.
A sign to
never stop believing in him.
A reason to keep striving for
the best.
A way to rest your worries on him.
When God speaks to us,
It is a signal.
A sign to
pray.
A reason to finish the day.
A way to tell him
your troubles.
When we find God,
That too is a signal.
A sign that
you believe.
A reason to trust in him.
The way to be
saved from sin.
God put us all here for a purpose.
If you don't know
what yours is,
ASK HIM !!!
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(Innocent)
Juanita McCorkle
Mommy. Daddy. Baby. and You
all make my life true
yet Mommy and Daddy stop me
from seeing you
so what do I do
I choose you.
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(Alone)
Juanita McCorkle
A chance to dance with you
is a dream come true
cause I'd like to see
how fun it would be
for you to be on top of me
and feel free to be what we
want to be
just you and me
1628 N. Washington St.
Baltimore MD 21213
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(Uncertainty)
Juanita McCorkle
I try to contain my thoughts of waking up in a cold sweat with your body next to mine. And to hold each other and see the moon shine. To see to feel to touch........ I want you to hold me so much. The desires I have are making me wait until I can unleash them at the right date. Although, I don't know at this rate love may turn to hate and yet love may be our fate but will we know too late. I give you permission to open my gate if you enter with a clean slate.
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The Day the Sun held the Sea's Hand
(To be put in a
bottle and thrown out to sea...)
Centuries of love cannot hold
what I held
when I
held
your hand.
If only I held it still...
An infinite finity of the search
for purity
of
love
of mind
of heart.
That is what I lack.
I lack you.
Laying on the beach,
warm,
with you
hot,
I
was an extension of the sun
And you covered me
and
cooled me and said
I am but am extension of the sea.
What is the sun without the sea?
--an empty world with
nothing left to enrapture.
And the sea without the
sun
is but a gray mass of drab emotionless tears.
And all over the world,
I will send my words
floating
to you
on you.
And hope that my
light
will find you as it did that
first day
I held
your hand.
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Nothing comes to mind
sweeter than the taste
of
your eyes
on my lips.
Warmer than the sun in your
eyes
only
our mental trips.
Darker than the sea
in the night
just the hair you
brushed from
my face.
Dearest than the moment
we spent
only
the
lifetime we've left
to put in its place.
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IRONY
Nycole Patterson
I stood by you and you left me. You always leave me. You call me your "queen",
but I am not. I am your "bitch". And you call me your "sistah", but I am not.
I am your "hoe". I feel this way because...
you rape me, you beat me, you use me and you leave me.
You continue to rob me of all of the innocence and strength it takes to keep me sane.
You have poured acid on my soul with all of the lies that you tell and
your promiscuity has melted my heart and diseased my purity.
You spit on the tears I shed and the love I try to give and
I continue to nurse the wound from where my backbone was "torn".
My children need you and I, I need you.
But, in spite of all that you have done to me, my "brotha", my "king"...
I love you, I cherish you, I stand by you, I will never, ever, ever, leave you
My Beautiful Black Dream...
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DREAM
I don't act like a fool
And I'm doing great in school
I'm on my way to success
And I'm not a screwed up mess
I really do believe in me
And don't have nightmares of what I may be
I know its going to be a great day
And good things are coming my way
I don't make friends mad
And I'm hardly ever sad
I don't always sit and cry
And I never say I wanna die
I have good things to say
And I always pray
I make people proud
And I'm fun to be around
I wake up and I scream
And I realize its all a wonderful dream
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COLD WAR
Patrick
Those three words
Declarations of war.
Held forever
trembling
hopeless helpless
in nuclear arms.
I am numb.
I am freezing
In your cold war.
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Why must we always be on the run,
in a hurry to get someplace?
Should it matter who wins a race?
Why must the little children grow,
in a rush to be considered adult?
Should we figure out, who's at fault?
Why does it all just start to stop,
in a nursing home with nowhere to go?
Should we become examples, and slow?
Maybe if we stopped to smell the roses
we could feel sensations coming with them.
Snuggle down and use your noses
add joy to your life on not' but a whim.
Maybe when we walk just ten paces slower
somebody can see the need for help...
reach out and touch someone lower
feel the difference of what they have been dealt.
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His Heart Beat
Amanda M. Gillman
Closer, Closer, he got closer
I felt his body heat
He was so close
I could feel his heart beat
Louder, Louder, it got louder
As he looked at me I felt
Like I could melt
The beat of his heart sounded
Like a beautiful song!
It was like heaven to me
But I know in my heart
That it could never be
I didn't want to be apart!
My love you'll never know
How I really feel
I wish I could show
That it's all real!
My love is true
I love you
I hate to be blue
Could you love me too?
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Tainted future, hidden past, How much longer can i last? At night I dream of him so near that I can feel his presence with me here. I try to run I try to hide only to find he's at my side.
Burning shades of red I see as he reaches out for me. Satan's glory shines upon me satan's glory I do not want thee. A dozen demons at my feet as they lurk I break down and weep.
Fury from my deepest consent , oh how I wish I could repent. Oh God if you love me still forgive me of this act of will. Oh God! Oh God! Where do I stand? Please reach out and take my hand. I need you guidance I need your light to illuminate my darkness and eliminate my fright.
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I Hope
good-bye my friend I hope I see you again. I hope we will write, Day and Night. I hope you will be happy in your new home, best wishes to you. All that I ask is that you remember me, a friend, Kelly.
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The Escape
I sit, I listen, I watch, I see... I feel the spirit invading me.
Slowly it takes over my impure soul, becomes one w/my soul and one with my body.
It drains my blood and steals my breath. Unable to control my own thoughts and Actions I unknowingly die and the spirit becomes me.
Now I am one with the one who has won me over. He bought my memories, he Bought my thoughts, he bought my soul which can't be fought.
Oh unmerciful demon leave me alone! Forget the honor to you i've shown!
For it's YOU I hate and YOU I despise! Do not fight fate because I don't believe your lies! Go away! I do not invoke you! I uncast my circle! And vanquish you from my world of nothingness which you caused with your malicious ways. Please, forget my promise, forget my need unbind me from my evil deed.
Leave me alone! Let me be! Why MUST you haunt me! I want to go home , I want to be free! I want to be with God because HE loves me!
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NUMEROLOGY
by Michael Gresley
A hundred empty promises
you give flight with easy
freedom
A thousand clever pains
you deliver with mild
detachment
A million open lies
escape your mouth like false
confessions
But my wit eludes me
and I become a trusting fool
with
just
one
kiss.
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A sister love ...loves a former love
she waits by the door...
It's been too long ...inform her of ...
Not knowing anymore..
she writes him letters ...
he answers never.....
She's still by the door..
assuring mold ...trembling..
she waits by the door.....
and fortitude close to none ...
it doesn't care any more ..
enough of running ...
and seize the moment ....
because All I have is you.....
It's been several days ..haven't seen you yet ..
now I wait by the door...
You left me there ..assembling
my broken heart ...
So I know what I did ...and yet
I've never wondered that All I had was you....
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Love is what I feel,
I can tell it's real.
When I look into your eyes
you make my spirits rise
I imagine the day
when you will walk my way,
confess you love me too,
without you I'm so blue.
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"Rain"
Ali Fazzio
The rain keeps falling, like tears from my eyes,
A pair all alone, in dark, grey skies.
Like eyes its seen laughter, happiness, and kindness,
But has also seen hatred, ignorance, and defiance.
As the rain keeps falling, washing away sin,
The world seems to grow good again.
But I know it's just a matter of days,
Before the rain will stop, and the world will be the same.
But through my eyes, I can see
Just what the world was meant to be.
For I have hope, a desire for a better tomorrow,
With no more hate, ignorance, or sorrow.
As the rain seems to cease and I blink my eyes,
I take a look around me, and come to realize,
That the world I hope, long and pray for,
Will someday be here, when the sun shines once more.
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"The Quest"
Throughout the dark and foggy night, the sound of many horses can give you a fright. Is it near, or is it far? Through the thick of the fog, you can't even see a star. You know you must wait and now prepare, for the breath of the dragon is in the air. Suddenly through the mist you see a light, it can only be Merlin casting spells in the night. You try to run and you can only hide, for the Knights of King Arthur are not far behind. Finally you hear the chanting of armor and steel, Arthur is wielding Excalibur, so you must yield. Throughout all of England he has conquered the land, to unite all men and bring flourish to the land. The Quest is complete and Merlin must go, from whence he came, no one shall know....
By: Richard Ulrick
Copyright, 1995
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(no title)
It was unfair
for the name Clementine
to be leafed in between
oranges
only filling the fillings
savoring the ambrosial
gushiness of honey drops
coming from perhaps
a hard day's climbing
to the hoarse hot throat
clearing away
for a cool
poodle
of lake waters
hidden away blank dark
with blue green oaks
resting
-by Rita Deng
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Meant to be
Looking at you starting to walk,
seeing you smile at me
feeling your little arms wrapping all around me
my love is all you need
cherishing each moment
every second that we share
making sure you always know
just how much i care
never wanting you to know
never wanting you to feel
unwanted in anyway
my guilt so very real
One day I may apologize
for thinking of only me
I will tell you just how sorry I am
for wishing you not to be
I love you so very much
My child that wasn't supposed to be
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I'm not a candy dispenser
I don't want screaming brats
I just want you
to look at you
and look at me
what do you see
Reality!
How hard does it hit
when it bounces back?
gotta big train
moving on the wrong track
or are you just passed out
in the middle of the street
with your brain so full
you can barely speak,
but the feelings that surrounded your soul
were just blanketed with coal
but sometimes,
a little light gets through.
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Headache
The jazz is soothing, yet still
Too loud,
Notes from the piano sting
My brain.
I turn the volume down...
Much better
I've really got to stop punishing
This organ
TV and other stimulants
Cause burnout
Alcohol and other depressants
Flatten existence
Once I thought that I had too much--
Now I'm trying to keep what I got.
Once I thought that I needed to beat my head against things--
Now that idea, for some reason, is gone.
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- FRESH START-
Let me tell you
everything you wanted to know,
but never wanted to hear.
let me make you
more complicated, more complex.
let your head inflate
then deflate when
you think of consequence.
enjoy the moment
DON'T RUIN IT BY
THINKING TOO MUCH
i felt you like you felt me
it actually set me free
and made me happy.
there's more to it
then you'll ever know
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1000 shades of grey
endless society
hounding me and my ways
not able to see my
1000 shades of grey
BLACK OR WHITE,
BLACK OR WHITE
TOO UPTIGHT.
they say i must conform
to be accepted and loved by god
why ?
your bitter bleeds me-
GIVEN THIS- YOU LEVEL ME- GIVEN SILENCE- YOU SPOTLIGHT ME-
CARTRIDGE THIS PERSONALITY- LOCK AND LOAD-
BULLET ME INTO OBLIVION-
SHATTERED GLASS- CUTS DELICATE SKIN-
WHEN I NO LONGER MATTER- I GIVE IN-
I STARED INTO YOUR EMPTY GLASS.
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-STSTUS : LOWRIDER-
moments that waken me
to my presence-
to this small world
so small and so untouched.
a small cog
turning a small wheel.
pinpointed status
a spec to this
ever moving world
just a human
in planet america
livin large in my garage.
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-the dead vegetable garden-
fascinating craziness/ that woman sat me on the floor/ linoleum gripping cheek/
silent syncronicity / complicating my brain/ falling, collapsing, flushing again/
cursing emotion/ afflicting me/ LOVE a 4 letter word that needs denial/
every day emotional trials/ with a hung jury./ and i've been out of dollar bills
like a fish/ you need to swim/ in a sea of green,/ and my pond is dry.
so you found/ a thicker wallet/ and all the life you sucked out mine/ is slowly growing back.
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the group poem-
THE JESUS LIZARD ate P.J. HARVEY as the SONIC YOUTH played games, GIRLS AGAINST BOYS. BAD BRAINS decided to use SUNNY DAY REAL ESTATE to sell their SEVEN STORY MOUNTAIN, on FUGAZI street. BIG CHIEF knew some STONE TEMPLE PILOTS out at the airpark that were interested, but THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS that were into selling THE CRYSTAL METHOD ended up buying the pad. those PROPELLER HEADS were pretty pissed off that they lost the deal and wrote it off as a FLUKE.
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FOR YOU
For you i would do
one more than all the things
a lifetime can bring
the little anythings
and bigger everythings
for you...maybe
you'd notice that little something
that's just for you
for you i'd let you
decipher my mind only
while you walk into my life
a smile appears from behind my face
for you...i'm ready
to see all that will happen
just justify my thoughts
you help me breathe
you guide my steps
that lead me slowly to you
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HOW ??
How will I know if love flows like a fountain,
How will I know if love is standing still on a hill.
In love do you mess around, lie and play games,
Or, in love do you put trust, honor and respect
How will I know if I'll be holding my heart in my hand,
Smashed, and broken into pieces.
It is said that true love waits, but I don't know how long.
Am I not good enough, am I not smart enough
I question myself, hold on or let go
Show me a way, tell me how long ?
How long do I wait, for love to stop knocking on my door
And make it's way into my heart.
How long, I don't know you tell me.
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The bitterly cold wind blew against his tear covered cheeks.
His dreams had been ruined in a matter of weeks.
He knew she was wild when he first said yes.
Now that was what started this horrible mess.
It was not the only thing that had gone wrong.
Many things had added up and he just couldn't go on.
He still loved her but not as much as before.
He didn't know what to do, his heart just wasn't sure.
It was used to being hurt, it had built up a wall.
But this last lie was the worst of them all.
Why she did it, he didn't know.
If she loved him, it sure didn't show.
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The Littlest Angel.
The Littlest angel,
So meek and so mild,
The littlest angel,
Who is only a child.
The littlest angel,
Abandoned and alone,
The Littlest angel,
Without a family or a home.
The Littlest angel,
No other life does he know,
The Littlest angel,
Still has scars he must show.
The Littlest angel,
So cold and so scared,
The Littlest angel,
Has so much pain he must bare.
The Littlest angel,
Without a single friend,
The Littlest angel,
Has learned only to pretend.
The Littlest angel,
Needs someone to love,
For the Littlest angel,
Is a gift from above.
The Littlest angel,
Is so precious and dear,
The Littlest angel,
Should have nothing to fear.
The littlest angel,
So brave and so kind,
The Littlest angel,
Isn't hard to find.
For all of the children
abused and unloved,
They are the Littlest angels,
Who are sent from above.
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However froze
Dried brown leaves lay
scattered, shattered, stolen
from their secure homes.
Remnants
of life blown around
in cold November winds.
Trees left to stand bare
exposing to the world
their secret silent fears.
Quiet screams,
hushed horrors of
drying dropping leaves
that like crystal tears
fall heavily to freezing,
aching grounds.
Hope, however reluctant,
seeps slowly, silently like
blood from the wounds,
places where leaves
once grew.
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all we do is smile
i'm sure you never felt a thing
but your smile, beautiful smile
to me means everything
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MY DAD
Rob
To the man who was once my dad,
I plead to you to give him back.
You are no longer the guy I call my father,
but a guy I know call Rick.
I miss my dad, he cared for me.
The Rick may care, it's not like it used to be.
My dad is gone, he has disappeared.
How much I wish for him to reappear.
For him to show his love and ask me how I am.
I wouldn't have to say a word but he would understand.
I'd trust in him that I'd never be alone.
All my troubles he would treat as if they were his own.
I wish for him to be by my side,
and when I am in trouble, I won't have to hide.
My love for him has not been forgotten.
Though he's been replaced I think of him often.
I would give up all the stuff I had,
if I could have just one moment to spend with my dad.
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TO MY LOVE
Rob
I want to be with you right now.
I want to be with you forever,
and if you do not feel the same,
then we should not be together.
You tell me that you love me.
You say it every day.
But since you do not show it,
these words begin to fade.
Then you ask what it is,
that you need to do.
But if I say a word
you say I'm changing you.
Look into your heart
and see what's really there.
You don't keep your promises
and you don't act like you care.
Why does it have to happen.
Why does it have to be this way.
Without you in my world
I don't think I could live another day.
I wonder if it's over
I wonder if were through.
No matter what it is that happens
I'll never stop loving you.
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If loneliness is only a state of mind
Then depression must all be made up in the head
And if time is only a measure of darkness
Then longing has to be a test of faith
If moods are only determined by expressions
Then hearts can't ever be truly broken
But then why am I feeling so empty
And why do I wish I was gone
And why does my watch keep ticking
No matter who I want to be near
Then why am I always smiling
When I'm falling apart inside
And why is my heart in pieces
When you claim that nothing has changed
And why are these tears still falling
When I'm so sure I'm over you
By:Kerwynn Gordey
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I'm tired of living in shadows
And I'm tired of always being a step behind
I want to be my own person, I want to be myself
And I am nothing like my mother.....
Except I have her eyes, and I have her teeth
And I am nothing like you.....
Except you have my heart, and you have my soul
And I want to break free, from all these comparisons
And I want to get out of here
Because I am not like you
I have different opinions, and I have a mind of my own
I don't speak softly, and I don't hold my breath
And if I've got something to say, you'll know it
By: Kerwynn Gordey
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Soul full of lies
as i look into your eyes
all i see
is a soul full of lies
you tell me we're together
but when it comes to your friends
it seems
for that moment our relationship
comes to an end
the very next day
you act as if nothing went wrong
Dedicated to: Dustin Darling (age 17)
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Oh how I wish to be a cat,
So nice and sleek and soft and fat.
Then I would laze upon a mat,
Or cozy up inside a hat.
To be a cat would be so fine,
I'd have mice on which I'd dine.
Of my lives I would have nine,
If I could be a cat so fine.
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I shall hang your picture in secret places
And quietly keep
The memory of what could have been
Silent in my sleep
I shall hold closer to heart
The laugh that lifted my soul
I shall however try to soon disregard
The warm love which so quickly waxed cold
I shall take down memories from shelves
Replacing them with inconsequential prints
The mind always lingers onward
The wounded heart seldom forgets
I shall save this one last sketch
Purposefully placing it behind a small floor tree
I have chosen to move my spirit forward
While your face still haunts my Peace
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Pamela Anderson
I dreamt about Pamela Anderson last night.
Over breakfast, the next morning, I told my mother.
"Mum, I had a dream about Pamela Anderson last night."
She told me; "I don't want to hear about those sort of dreams."
I said, "Mum, it wasn't that sort of dream."
I told her Pamela and I were crossing the street together. It was a cold night, the wind carried cigarette butts and paper cups across our feet.
I was taking her to a poetry reading.
In the middle of the road she put her hand on my arm,
and stopped me.
The divided line divided us.
She stared at me and said;
"I want you to know I really appreciate you taking me to something like this. The whole world thinks I'm dumb, they call me a slut, a bimbo, a whore, a television star and they call me stupid. They say there's nothing inside of me. They say nothing grows there. They don't realize what the world does to people. They don't know what happens to people like me."
She turned away and let go of my arm,
we waited for the traffic to clear and we continued across the street.
copyright Sean M Whelan 1999.
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#2
By Brian A. Stevens
Children oh children,
the innocence of this world,
the beauty that makes peace flow,
are raped of their minds,
allowing them to go mad,
unto which the world does not understand why.
Why do we allow them to exist,
if they are witnessing corrupt actions and violent words
of a society so lost in it's self?
My sympathy for us all,
as we do our best to live.
We are all children.
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The purpose of Manifesto Gleitzeit (Short version)
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MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT
Art based on depiction of visual flexibility with theoretical flexibility.
A painting which purpose is to achieve composition with no end and no beginning.
Art based on depiction of circle evolution of understanding and seeing.
A kind of art which draws upon imagery and seeks to reveal abstract idea of the connection within.
It's flexible because it has multiple principles.
It is more abstract than abstraction.
It is more visible than reality.
It is more subconscious than surrealism.
It is objective and nonobjective simultaneously.
It is emotional but scientific.
It depends upon pattern of line as a primal creator of whatever associated or disassociated from theme.
The artist's mind is the superior beginning of the line, but the line is free and emancipated.
Flexi is a new neo-pro-anti-post.
Jaisini, New York 1999
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I wish you were here
Because you are so dear
Am I making myself unclear?
I need some support right now
But I'm just thinking how.
Is it ok If I talk to you
Just for a few?
I just want to let you know
That I'm feeling quite low
And that I often lie in bed
And wish myself dead
Some nights I stare at the ceiling
And I get this awful feeling...
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The scabbed over scars bleed with joy
As he reaches for the cat of nine tails
I wish I could go back and pet Muffy
For she was my moms best friend
Three days in the gutter I spent
Waiting for the cat to get the hairball
Johnny fell off the tree
Broke his pelvic bone
Now Im left with nothing but Muffy.
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Where have you been
Mike Shockency
Where have you been
I thought i would never
see you again. My heart has
been empty. My pride had been
hurt, I just wanted to
bury my head in the dirt.
I tried to call you
I tried to love you
you never called back
and you really cared
I really tried i tried hard
all you wanted to do was drive
my car. I wanted you bad whenever
i asked you would get mad.
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I wonder what he's doing now...
Where could he possibly be?
Is he near?
We could've brushed shoulders,
And never really knew...
Was his heart ever broken?
Did he ever cry himself to sleep?
Does he have the eyes of an angel?
have those eyes ever caught my stare?
Did he see the moon last night?
And maybe felt the power of the skies?
Is he in search of me too?
Will we ever find one another?
Feel the warmth of each other's touch
Does he pray at night?
Pray that I be all right?
I believe that one day soon
Our roads will cross
And on that day we meet
I meet my knight.
I know how you must feel...
It has been quite a battle
Still, it isn't over
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But you must try to win
It is the only way to get over him
There are more good things to come
Look now at the person you've become
Stronger, wiser, less vulnerable
See, everything has it's purpose
It's all part of God's wonderful plan
Who knows what awaits you
Of course you'll never know
Dear not until you let him go
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Written while I was at Boot Camp in Parris Island, NC
A tired soul worn to the bone
Only a pair of boots to call his own
He sleeps in a room with 50 other men
Only communication to home is with a pen
Believe it or not he came here by choice
Knowing full well the Man's gruff voice
Would be yelling and screaming... spittle shoots out
Getting louder and louder after each shout
He came here by choice to prove himself worthy
Not for money or fame or power or glory
But to test his mettle to strengthen his might
And still he lies in his bed at night
Thinking rubbing his muscles worn stiff
Thinking about how tomorrow if
He puts in his best his effort his all
Soon he will hear his name being called
To receive 'the prize' so it seems
The medal the honor and the title "Marine"
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Time stands still
I look at this circle that surrounds me
Seeing these holes of my heart I can't fill
What happened to what we used to be?
I reflect on the times you told me I love you so much
told me how beautiful I was
I can't get over the absence of your touch
what is it that a lonely heart does?
Over almost a year
we did and shared everything
I'm left now with the saline of my tears
and the hurt of giving back your promise ring
Never will I be the same
no other love will do
There is no one but myself to blame
know this though I will forever love you
Miss the way
your lips felt touching mine
All the sweet things you'd say
I'll never find another love so fine
By: Casey Duncan
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ETHEREAL WHISPERS
Beautiful to think. . .
Now and then I hear a sound, ever so sweet and calm
It rocks me gently to and fro, and is soothing as a balm
An elegant murmur lingers around my open ear
A hint of The Everlasting is what I think I hear
Common logic tells me that I must remain adept
At being pacific in my ways, and this I must accept
Eternity must be exquisite, I've pondered true and long
I'm certain it's most splendid, if I've done right not wrong
Such a delicate shimmer, within my darkened mind
A whisper of Eternity is what I hope to find
While in my ways I stumble, and peace is rarely found
I must seek Infinity, ere I reach my funeral mound
Yes, I am blind, deaf and dumb, but there lies a place within
Where I know Ethereal Whispers are wearied to get in
While I lay upon my pillow, so silent, still and deep
The promise of Eternity will penetrate my sleep
Wonderful to know. . . .
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April Evening
Once on an April evening,
I looked to the twilight sky
And heard the murmur of the pines,
A restless and lonely sigh.
The evening star was a lovely sight,
As serene and alone it stood --
Like the eye of truth in an earnest face,
The night its protecting hood.
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Tommy
My precious pup!
My darling boy!
My terror,
My tiger,
My imp,
My joy!
At five
He's alive
With ginger and spice,
And I say to myself,
"Will he ever be
NICE?!?"
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THERE ISN'T A WORD FOR THIS
I came home this evening
and you were gone.
Even not being around,
you were home.
The silver moon hung rocking
over our quiet street
and you lay there gently
being the world.
I am I, luckiest eyes
to witness such as you,
lucky for a position
in your company.
You create matter.
They poured you into the very
living and breathing earth.
Venus is worried.
I came home to no you
but I was all right with it:
you return.
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Life as a Rose
Just like a beautiful
long stemmed rose
your precous memory
grows and grows
there is a place in my heart
that know one but you can hold
and like the same sweet rose
you love forever
flows and flows
filling my life
with a warmth
that only you know
so like a forever blooming rose
the beauty we
share
eternally grows
for deep in my heart i know
that we will never be apart
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Sometimes
Sometimes you have to say no to something good.
Sometimes you have to be happy with something bad.
Sometimes you don't get what you want.
Sometimes you don't get what you expect.
Sometimes you get disappointed.
Sometimes everything isn't always great.
Sometimes you don't get treated with that silver platter.
Sometimes things go good.
Sometimes things go bad.
Sometimes you don't get to choose your route in life.
Sometimes life doesn't go the way you want.
Sometimes you have to be happy anyway.
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What if a man could write a thousand verse,
But to a woman never rehearsed,
How to say how he felt inside,
And make her soul fly high in the sky.
For love, you see, is a very strange thing;
Sounding at times like a harp,
but hurting other times like a sting.
How much more can be said,
Then these three simple words,
But when not returned, one wished to be dead.
"When?" I asked to myself one dreadful day.
"When, and on what glorious day,
Shall all my efforts, in full be repaid?"
You, to this question hold the key,
And may, of course answer, "It will never be."
And so I can beg, because all that I need,
Is for you to take the time to talk to me.
And so once again, I'll kneel, and I'll pray,
That one day with me, you'll want to stay.
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the ex
I had a dream last night...
you were in it,
not that i liked you that much anyway.
it's hard to forget
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when your around they act like you're not
they say they are your friend but stab you in the back
when you have money they take it all but when they have
money they wont let you touch it
you are willing to do any thing for them
but they won't even lend you money
you are like a small child wanting love from some one who
doesn't even know what it means.
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One and Not Two....
Damein Scarborough
Baby, will you marry me, not only in a chapel, but in my heart too....
Will you join your soul to mine, link your thoughts to mine....
To make us one and not two...
I can't imagine, what this world would be like,
With out you in my life....
I can't imagine what love would feel like,
With out you in my life....
You've said so much, but I've been so afraid to take it in....
Not all you say can be true...
That in all this world of splendor, and delights,
You choose to love me as I choose to love you...
This is why I ask you now to marry me, marry my heart, marry my soul....
With so much love between us, so much love inside us...
It's right that we be one and not two...
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First Smile
A girl in my 4th period class who never smiled.
her depressant face made me worry for her.
Never once upon a time did I see her with her friends,
so I started to wondering if she even had any.
Everyday, I tried to talk to her and make her feel better,
yet, she still didn't smile for she wasn't as happy.
You might think she is a weirdo from no where at all,
but she is one of the ordinary who was quiet and shy.
after days, she started to talk more about herself to me.
She is from Argentina where she was popular and smart,
but once she move to US, she seemed to lost it all.
She was quiet for she didn't know how to talk,
but after she learned to speak english,
she has gotten used to the fact that no one talked to her,
so she sits in the back of the room and listen to everyone else.
We talked about everything and anything,
because we became friends from then and on.
And you would always see a bright smile on her happy face...
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"We Are"
Sheryl Marcia Schwartz
You are ice as I am warm
but you were refuge from my storm
You are harsh as I am gentle
yet at times you are so sentimental
You are strong as I am weak
still you gave me freedom to speak
We are as One
united and divided before time was begun
two subconscious minds as 2 souls grown apart
we're connected to One
one universal beating heart
You are smart as I can be so stupid
but you carry all the knowledge of Cupid
You are foolish as I am wise
yet I can read mercy in your passionate eyes
You are the moon as I am the sun
darkness and light
day becomes night
We are as One
It shall be done.
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Descriptive writing
Michael Attwood
The old boat swims almost motionless. The gentle sway of the waves almost
as if breathing, gently caress and shepherd his totally natural world.
The Ocean is Calm and inviting today the gentle sweep of the water moves
in an almost circular pattern and its blue waters show an hazy reflection
of the old mans face, his hair is white and shows signs of negligence,
his once proud young face now shows signs of great strain and wrenches
with the harsh reality of his age. The sun radiates a large glimmer
from the grand waters below and the old man sits and watches has he is
blinded by its magnificence. A single tear trickles down his left cheek
has he is captivated by its beauty. The old mans bandaged hands although
covered still feel the bite of the cold Atlantic air and writhe with pain
from his ignored scars. The tiny decaying vessel is a mixture of rotten
wood and chipped paint and the torn fishing net and rusted jigger now only
come along for the ride of which the old man could not live without.
critiques welcome. my email is CC957347@vulcan.northatlantic.nf.ca
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I search and I've almost found, seeking him has been exhausting, to my strength, to my time, but most of all, to my heart, For whatever may come, I mind it not, Whether be it my dream of being received and endeared. Or be it my nightmare of hindrance and opposition; I know not yet, but would never have known if I hadn't started the search. An ill manner is about me now. Change is needed and change is wanted. Time goes quickly, but so does the mind. Not knowing, the affliction, all over a search. Many think "bah! I wouldn't care, I was born into this family". But I care. Ever since, there was doubt that I didn't belong. No one will ever know, It was not about feeling sorry for myself or being conceited. Nor was it about any kind of loathing; it was about a feeling of healthiness, happiness and kindness. Three very important positive keys to living. Without them, no person can ever feel real. I am an actress on stage, acting my heart out to anyone and everyone....but to no one that hears the real me, the real person hiding inside me. Looking in the mirror I see a face with a million stories, with a million different ideas, with a million different acts and representations, someone with a million different faces and voices. But, which one is me? I don't know if I'll ever know, but my search must go on. To find my birth father and be with him could be my one true path. So off to my search. Let no one or no thing blunder my path. I am not a troubadour, but a searcher.
~Melissa Andrews
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"I HURT THE SAME"
Why must you endure the pain you have received? My heart pines to remove it from your world. I wish that was conceivable, for I would in the blink of an eye. Yet, as a devoted one, I can only take upon myself the woes bestowed onto you. And I do! Why should you suffer alone? Did you not know when you fall, I feel your pain? Did you not know when you hurt, I hurt the same? You will not surrender to the sorrow that has entered the pores of your weeping heart for I am here to offer you solace. With you every step of the way until your battle with heartache is won! Never once will I question your strength. How can I? I have witnessed it in all its splendor. Have you forgotten? If it seems a lifetime your sorrows last, know I am here. I will hold you near so that we may weep together. When you cry, I cry. When you hurt, I hurt the same.
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Buried Alive
Time drags on without taking me with it
I'm still stuck in the same unforgiving world
When everyone else has moved on
Was I so wrong, that you can never forgive me
I want to move on
But I can never make it
If you won't take this weight off my heart
This weight is dragging me under an ocean of my own pain and sorrows
And I'm grasping for air
Only you can save me
You are my life-giving air
Can't you look past our petty differences
And see that your burying me alive
I'm stuck in a casket I made myself
But your the one pouring dirt over my grave
Won't you forgive me
And save me
Save us
Before I'm gone and buried
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Spring Sings
Spring sings with...
fuzzy yellow baby chicks following their mothers
graceful butterflies floating gently on the breeze
bunches of sunny daffodils reaching for the sky.
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ADAM LOST A RIB. IT TURNED INTO A WOMAN. LOVE IS GOOD. CHANTING OF A SORT.
HOMILY HOMINY HOMINY.
STAND. PRIEST: THORNS COME WITH ROSES.
GOD, HOW DO THEY CHANGE THE LIGHTBULBS IN THE CEILING? IT'S SO HIGH.
AND WE'RE SO SMALL. WE HAVE. WE WILL. YES. REPEAT.
UNTIL DEATH. AMEN. TAKE THIS RING. SING SUDDENLY. SINGING AGAIN, THIS TIME ABOUT
GIFTS. PREPARING DRINKS FOR THE LOVE BIRDS. COUGH. LET'S PRAY. AND CHANT. STAND.
THEY'RE ALL CHANTING. SING ALONG - HOW DO THEY KNOW THE WORDS? EAT SOME BREAD,
IT'S JESUS' BODY. PRIEST STARTS SINGING. WE ALL JOIN IN. PRAY. PRIEST IS SINGING
AGAIN, NOW WE ALL ARE. AMEN. STAND AND PRAY. SINGING AGAIN ABOUT EATING BREAD
AND DRINKING BLOOD. FEEDING THE HELPERS, WRITING ON THEIR FOREHEADS. PEOPLE ARE
GETTING UP AND GETTING SOMETHING TO EAT. IT'S A BUFFET. I'LL WAIT FOR THE
RECEPTION. MORE SINGING. PRAY. STAND. HERE COMES THE BRIDE. AND THERE SHE GOES
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Like to have a green bean
tied 'round my dreams
casserole
potato chip lick and a barnyard squall
Laceys got her dress caught
on
my eye
gonna just close my eyes
gonna just close my eyes
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Children's Love
Bleeding sunlight trickles through an open window catching my eye.
I look to see you still beside me, sleeping with a child's blanket and a child's smile wrapped around your beautiful face.
I want to kiss your lips but well I know that you don't want to receive.
This love between us makes us strong, but tears us down.
No words to complete the emotion inside us.
I need to know one last time, when our time as children is gone, will the children's love die with it?
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A Young Girl's Soul
I saw a young girl one day and I said, "I cna see a persons soul
through their eyes."
She said to me, "Stop lying!" Yet sounded quite
surprised.
I retorted, "I'm not in fact I can see it in their
smile."
She said right back, "Yeah right, I haven't heard such a tale
in a while."
"A tale, you jest, I tell the truth what makes you think I
lie?"
"Because a souls' invisible, I know bid you
good-bye."
As she walked away I realized something: I never saw her
soul.
It's something that she lacked and would never be quite
whole.
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Fewest Words
by j
Fewest words retire
inside old forgotten letters
Fewest words running scared
splattered across the morning news
forced labor
within the minds
of misunderstanding
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Fewest Words
by j
Fewest words retire
inside old forgotten letters
Fewest words running scared
splattered across the morning news
forced labor
within the minds
of misunderstanding
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A dream, A fantasy, An illusion.
Is it your love I feel?
Or just your confusion?
Some feelings you don't forget.
My Friend.. My Lover..
Which one had I met?
So distant you are
I reach but you can't see
I can't show myself
So I remain a mystery
Close again, then far behind
A way to tell you I cannot find
And as I hide you close in me
Maybe one day we'll know
But for now I take my secret
with me.. and I go
Some people are just not forgotten
I will never forget
My Friend.. My Lover..
Which one had I met?
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Wildflower
Kneel and worship my power
As u gaze upon my flower
And I seduce your soul
Mentally enslaved by chains of old
For I am known across the seven seas
And I have brought many men to their knees
With my pain and pleasure
Dare to expose my petals and find my treasure
Submerge deep within my love aol.com
Yielding power most men dream of
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"Don't let this cruel world get you"
Poverty stricken childhoods...Growing up in the worst of neighborhoods
Mothers raising kids on their own...Daddy's leaving them broke and alone
Struggling to make ends meet...Praying they don't turn off the heat
Going to school in the same ol' clothes...Knowing damn well everyone knows
>>>And they say don't let this cruel world get you...
Dealing with police brutality ...Excepting that it's a harsh reality
Sexual predators being set free...Where's the justice for you and me
Once there was affirmative action...Now it's all gone like a chain reaction
Crooked politicians in today's society...All they seem to do is lie to you and me
>>>And they say don't let this cruel world get you...
Neighborhood watch programs don't work anymore...It seems every time you need help people close the door
Gang sign being thrown everywhere...Just be sure you don't stop and stare
I lost my best friend in 1995...to a gang shooting and I'm lucky to be alive
Alcohol seems to be my new best friend...Everyday I wonder how my life's going to end
>>>And they say don't let this cruel world get you...
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POWER
So cruel,
so empty,
are the words I hear.
So distant,
is your heart
while i'm lying here
Just take me away
lift me,
up to the sky
Don't ask me any questions,
I know, you wont
wonder why.
I am here,
only to be bruised
At the times your angry
Yet selfishly how you choose:
I am such misery to your life,
I am...What keeps you ALIVE
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Oh Well June
M. Catherine Walls
So your Mama and Daddy hate you so.
Oh well June, don't feel so low.
So you say you have no friends,
and your heart is full of woe.
Oh well June, don't be a foe.
So they say you're dull, and your wit is slow.
Oh well June, what do you know?
So my advice to you is to go out and find your soul.
Oh well June, where will you go?
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In the dark
In the dark beneath the skin,
the secret dark,
my words flow carelessly.
When I'm alone with my pen
the cut is clean,
and words flow carelessly.
The dark, confused swirling
that never stops,
down in the middle of me
seeps through the pores
spills to the paper
forming my life's chores.
Any and All who read these lines
have soaked up my words with their minds.
In the dark beneath your skin,
the secret dark,
my words boil dangerously.
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