Up-dated July 14, 1999 - Greetings from
Paris!
It's a warm night, the crowd is cheering. More
Poems!
Encore .
Just another night...I'm looking out on town
Gently lit by stars, most everything's shut down
It all looked just the same as any other day
But one young soul is gone....something's not ok
I listened to my sons....while they talked of what went wrong
Why a young man took his life...yet time just marches on
Firecrackers popping early on today
People crowding town....big weekend on the way
Through all this I'm thinking...of the family Sadness found
For them time's standing still...the world makes no sound
This town forever different - changed by death's design
This night's not ordinary....and things are far from fine
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"To a Five Year Old..."
To a five year old spring isn't just another season.
To a five year old spring doesn't mean spring cleaning.
To a five year old spring doesn't equal rain.
Because a five year old isn't getting in shape for summer.
Because a five year old isn't cleaning out his closet.
Because a five year old is busy soaking up the sun.
Because a five year old is running barefoot through the grass.
Because a five year old is getting grass stains on his blue jeans,
which some grownup is less than pleased with.
Because a five year old is enjoying every minute of their lives.
Which is why we wish we were five year olds.
Lauren, 15, MA
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Ice Cream Cones
Hurry!
My bare feet
are searing on the boardwalk planks
where we first met.
Hurry!
While there's time.
The days are long but quickly
getting shorter.
Hurry!
Let's go eat
our ice-cream cones before
they melt away.
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CRV (California Redemption Value)
HHSSSSSSSHH!!!
Oh! All consuming,
God of my creation.
Owner of my container and my soul
take me up into your hand!
Consume me! I have no expiration.
Hurry! Pop my tab
so I may hiss your praises.
Wipe the beaded sweat from my anxious body.
Hurry! Tilt me back
so I may empty carbonatiously in-
to your soul's Oneness
--discard my aluminum
shell with the trash.
I has CRV (at least in California).
I will be recycled through you.
The can will be refilled.
HHSSSSSSSHH!!!
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GREG DIXON 7/1/99.
every night i sit and think
listening to the grooves in my mind
hoping the day will come out right
i wished i had no problems all gone in a blink
but that will never happen all i can do is sit and think
i like to stay alone as alone will let me
i want you to know that we fit together to a "T"
you and me
but it couldn't go on
just like a butterfly you up and left
flying around
never to touch the ground....
you see i put my ship out for you
and sat and watched for you to come in with the tide
yes you see i sat, and sat, and sat waiting for you
you know i even did with pride
just one question
what happened to my music
i lost a part of me when you left
it was like a record scratching
and you heard it to
so who's to blame now that the music's gone
the tears down my face
and you were gone without a trace
i know what your doing
your lost in your simplistic world of toy trains and barbie dolls
and the colors you saw to dull for you to create anymore
your lost
so i stopped that second tear
and pondered if only i was a butterfly too
or a sailor in blue
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"My Red Commie Armband"
from the desk of
Jimmy Beaker
Ten twenty thirty green bills
Go to the GAP and throw it all away
For your sweater vests and your cargo pants
Stone-washed and faded
They stink and rot of conformist sweat
But hypocrite me wears them too
It's hot here under this high school magnifying glass
This melodramatic teenage system of popularity rankings
Homecoming queens and football jocks
About as dumb as the straps named after them
Well come over here friend
We can lose our identity together
We can sign up with the mindless hoardes
And throw away any shred of individuality
Put on your Dawson's Creek mask
And hide beneath a Party of Five facade
You're one of us now
Nothing and nobody
Bon appetite
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Niambi
She was standing next to a window when she first caught my eye
Beautiful face, long hair, blacker than the midnight sky
Big brown big eyes, long lashes, deeper than a moon crater
She said nothing as i entered, looked over, God i love her
We were insatiable, stroking a raging passion we knew to be wrong
Love at first sight, crazy, so very sweet, so very strong
Stolen moments on galaxy, hiding, lying, loving on the ship
She gave it all and i took it, insouciant on this love induced trip
They eventually found out months later, like we both knew they would
The punishment was swift, severe, banishment possibly for good
One last look, perhaps a final kiss i thought as i walked over
She said nothing as i entered, looked up, turned away, cold shoulder
I saw her through a store window in manhattan yesterday
Frozen, heart pounding, palms suddenly sweaty trying to stay calm
She still feels the same, pretty face, shorter hair, smaller eyes
An uncanny moment of silence in the midst of a summer storm
I inquired, she works here they told me, her name's Niambi
Praying, hoping, seriously doubting she still remembers me
I walked up to the door, she smiles, looked up from the counter
She said nothing as i entered, looked over, God i still love her.
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Stars
ChunHoi, 3rd July, 1999
Hallo, princess of cyber,
beauty who stands alone.
I am a prisoner of life,
come from the land of sorrows.
I'd like to show you the stars I have seen,
And please smile if u saw them too.
They are the hopes when I walked into darkness-
The darkness of my heart, full of regrets.
Tides are endless and so for time,
but such is not for life!
I used to live my life alone.
Daring to face darkness on my own.
Years passing-
My age grew old but my faith faded away
In one day, I cried out my anger!
I gave all it up and stood like the stone.
No one saw me since then
Princess, please smile for me,
Pray if u can.
May the stars guide my path.
May I'll be shining in the darkness again.
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"The Rain"
by Jade
He told me to imagine the soft rain
falling upon my beautiful hair.
The rain which never changed his mood,
But always made me sad.
As I curl into his arms,
which made me feel safe and warm,
I listened to the soft sound of
falling rain.
It healed my once wounded heart,
The heart that had hurt for so long.
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Thy heart is like some icy lake
upon which brink I
stand
Buckle up my spirit skates
and lead thy oh living
saint
To ice so thin
that it may break and let a lover
in
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FUTURE WIFE, FUTURE CHILD, NO FUTURE AT ALL.
(By
David W., 15, FL) (c)
This is a story, a story I call
"Future Wife,
Future Child, No Future At All" .
This story begins with a girl like a dove,
she was
baring a child, a child I love.
One night she went walking down a dark street,
when a
man from behind jumped out she was beat.
She was raped, she was stabbed with a sharp @$$
knife,
sometimes I look back and think why not my life
The girl that i love is so far away,
yet so close to
my heart, in my heart she will stay
The girl did not live and nor did the child,
but life
will go on at least for a while
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Some little stars.
Kids, children. One day when you lay beneath the open sky and think a little of me will you love as the open hand you laid upon the earth became soft and sank into the sand slowly sliding into the air because even though it is right side up it is upside down.
I did not want to remember loss. As my life and the lives I've been a bit of myself play themselves into the very structure I create through misunderstanding what I am or have been or will
you take a piece of me
in your memory.
For I will you. And always as often as I think of you become real again
and dance in sync to the sound of laughter
you created
while you
lived.
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Krab Salad.
pb clark
Sitting on top of the world, alone,
my legs swing back and forth,
like kindergarten days on park benches,
with a bowl of Cheerios between my legs;
But the little toasted O's, have been replaced by white fish.
and the milk, by some white stuff I'm not sure what is.
Then a seagull sings to me.
a garbage bird, a scavenger,
but does this mean I'm not allowed to love him?
I throw him a piece of my lunch,
(it is a trick, 'cause he doesn't know that it is FAKE crab)
A sad trick.
If I had a million dollars,(tax free)
I would take a seagull out to dinner, and feed him like a king;
But he's not a king, and I'm not a millionaire.
So for now we will share Krab Salad,
on top of my mountain.
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hate is a trick
-- -- -- --
here! inside my soul you see my words
lies said to compromise my love
my own heart has broke upon the fragile world
curled up in a ball caught in a never-ending fall
help, screamed to me, means nothing anymore
god is here to ask what for...
I'm at this door, knocking down a denial
a queer is my own mistake and I will take the blame
in shame I tag my own tail and flail around
pretty is a boy who got lost in the woods of hell
who am I, never to be my own or live this life
hate is a trick and I fell for it!
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Two Pillows
I have two pillows
One to sleep on
One to cover my head
I can't tell which one is which
So forgive me if in the middle of the night they switch
Please don't think that staying brings me down
I can block the sun with your nightgown
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"A Requium"
by Robert J. C.
Baca
Mom and dad
You were here a lifetime
Mine, to be exact
I guess it's selfish
To think that I lost you
I dreamt last night
That you both visited me
To tell me that I was going to die
Not that I was going to join you
But that I was going to die
How odd
Why didn't you visit my dreams
before you died
To tell me that you were leaving
You left without saying goodbye
You left before I could say goodbye
Thirty years I knew you
Thirty years of my experience
Destroyed in a few months
Now you belong only to my memories
The pictures I have of you
The things I think I remember you said
Paraphrases, really
Old stories that I can tell my children
Who don't even exist yet
Grandma and Grandpa - well let me tell you about them
Just tell them, that's it
They can't experience anything about you
You could never experience them either
Neither you nor my descendants are here
Goodbye mom and dad
My faith holds that you are still alive
In the afterworld
You have to be
You couldn't have just disappeared into nothingness
Not you
Not you
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In that important night we kissed. Your lips where all i ever wished and now
that i must miss. In that night we said the words of the feelings we had. But
my feelings were cursed. For I want to love but that i have never known of.
Showing you how i feel, i wish i could make that real. In that night i swore my love, maybe it just wasn't good enough. The love i gave must have been the love you hate. For I have never seen you sad after that day you gave my love
away. After that day i pretend i didn't care or meant the words I said. But
inside i died for my love i thought was right. My love should have been more
spoken. If it wasn't for that night everything would now be all right.
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Close your eyes and count to ten
Spin around and watch it end
The earth on it's axle comes to a halt
We are all thrown off like cards on spokes
The snow begins to fall on the dried up leaves
As reality sets in and life begins to fade.
THAT IS THE LAST TIME I GET HIGH!!!
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"Sure"
~Tatum Lillard~
dedicated to:
Rickey V.
Tarentino
1985-1998
Sure you said you loved me;
But now that is a lie.
Sure you said you loved me;
So why must you die.
Sure you said you loved me;
But now in our friendship lie a fray.
Sure you said you loved me;
But now in your grave you lay.
Sure you said you loved me;
But now my nights are quite.
Sure you said you loved me;
So why'd you get in that riot?
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Beyond the dirty, brick, school yard wall,
A large oak tree stands ever so tall.
But that dirty, brick wall is all so high,
That all I can see of that large oak tree
are the top branches and a bright blue sky.
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friendship!!
of all god's gifts both great and small
friendship is
the best of all!!!
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I dream to take you to my place.
Shadows cast about your face,
Indicate the rising sun.
Rest our eyes and daylight shun.
My fingers brushing cross your skin.
To speak, to touch, beckon you in...
Into my heart, out of my thoughts.
Delighted by the love we've wrought.
So nice to see you smiling so...
Need not ask why, because I know.
I dream we kiss beneath the rain.
To feel the chill, then warmth again.
Scattered sprinkles pierce the dark...
Deep gray clouds to cloak the stars.
Wind pours in from every side.
This moment is love, well defined.
I dream you'll dream of me tonight...
Just dream me near beneath moonlight,
Near you until day curses night,
Then wake alone, so cold and quiet.
Suppose I'll dream this every eve...
Subconscious acts that bring me peace.
I'll dream and feel my heart take flight
Until my hope grows out of sight.
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ARAM, "THE BEE KEEPER"
by Barbara Elaine
Alyea
My son, Aram, he keeps the bees, gets the honey, and keeps the Queen.
Tends the hives and scraps the combs, and he does it, all alone.
He spins out the golden glue, but it sure tastes good when he's through.
His honey tastes so smooth, and good, he's good to his bees, so he knew it would
He says, they make the best pets, and that's why he keeps them,
He never hurries, he'll take a rest, and just let the bees fan him.
When he is through, and it's time to go, he puts them all to bed.
With bellies full of sugar water, and a little smoke fire for their heads.
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Your Love
The love i feel for you
Gets me through the day
Strengthens me
All i feel for you
Makes sense in the hustle of the real world
Through all my problems
My mind floats astray
To your beauty and kindness
May our love last forever
And when you are gone
Your love will be in my heart
Your love gives me strength.
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I an lovingly kissed
In nighttime's own shadow
By a man mysteriously warm.
My heart is felled
My breath is unfounded
As his lips brush gently my arm.
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Lipstick
by Richard Stella
After dining you freshen your lipstick,
First the base, then the pencil outline,
"This is rude of me ", you say,
But you do it anyway.
No not rude, I love to watch,
This ritual that works so effectively,
To change the color from one to another,
Always applied so skillfully.
The creamy opaque waltzes over,
your lops crevasses and gullies,
Filling each with it's texture and color,
Erasing times furrows an valleys.
There your done, the task complete,
As you purse your lips to set the tone,
Now put away the mirror, store the pallet,
And face the world clothed again.
You raise your eyes and look at me,
A brief second before I share that smile,
So underlying and free,
With the rest of the world.
Now that smile shifts, to tell your audience,
It's really all all right,
But lipstick masks the hue hidden in your lips,
And masks a sorrow, hidden in your smile.
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The window I look out of
by pop89
The window I look out of
And the face that looks out of it
We are the same people, things
The things we see hear and heard
Are with us forever in mind
The things that you cant tack away
Are forever in my mind
The window I look out of
And the face that looks out of it.
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After the spark,
There is no dark,
But only the light.
I'm waiting in fright,
And with all my might,
For my spark to rid me of this terrible black.
So black, that I may never look back,
For I know not which way is back.
I feel like I'm falling or flying,
But with great pain as if I were dying.
Is this all just a dream?
Why can't I scream?
The voice I knew as mine,
Is now gone like that of a mime.
It's like I'm dreaming, can't wake up,
If I wake up there'll be no one to back me up
I'll be alone in this cold, so cold it chills the bones.
It'll be black and dark until in comes my spark.
It'll take away my fright make day out of night.
I will never stray from it's light.
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UNHOLY
My love burns in the flames
of hell engulfed with the
passion of fury.
Release me, master.
Set free my world of ecstasy
secretly yearning for the
gates of heaven to embrace
me with her forbidden secrets.
My prison holds me for an eternity
of possession no man could imagine,
no beast could prey.
I call to you, Almighty of
heaven and earth!
Hear my sullen groans of misery!
Come forth to my cell, unseen, unheard,
into my torture of one thousand souls!
Hold up your fist and command my master!
Let lightning strike on that sacred hour!
Call to me and one thousand demons cannot
mute me, cannot blind me for an eternity!
My holy God, let your reason rain upon the world!
Only then can my freedom shine!
(c)Copyright 1998 Karen Davies
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I know you're afraid
of what lies ahead.
Afraid to leave your school,
your friends and security behind.
To enter a world
so scary and new.
Not knowing where to go
or what to do.
Feeling all alone,
lost like a needle in a haystack.
You spend all your time worrying,
until you step into this world.
Excited and scared,
you realize you're not alone.
This world isn't so bad after all.
It takes awhile to get used to,
but once you settle in,
it's a great little world.
A world in which everyone knows everyone,
and most get along.
At times you wish you could leave,
but eventually this world grows on you,
and when it's finally time to go,
you wish you could stay in this world forever.
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Skin Deep
By Mike Smith
Cold Scar.
Bitter scar.
A medal from the insane,
Awarded for my presence on the isle of martyr's.
No pomp.
No ceremony.
A tie that binds.
A wound that never heals.
A surgical patchwork of flesh and suture,
As cold and as dead as my life.
And my service?
My service was for nothing.
I gave nothing.
I solved nothing.
And left the bloody Island bare.
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Remorse
I cry out silently in the night for the pain that was previously unknown to
my insignificant being. The pain of sorrow covers my entire being. I feel
sorrow for those who I have hurt so deeply with only a moment's movement and
those who loved them. For the wives and the mothers who lie awake crying for the
loved ones that now lie still and silent on the turf. As I lie here waiting to
follow their examples I cannot help but wonder the ever present question of "what
if". What if this, what if that, what if I was laying flat. If I had a splinter
deep in my brain would I still feel this terrifying shame. Would I remember the
lives I have claimed in the name of a fatherland? I suppose that soon I will know
for it cannot be long until I too am lying so very silent and so very still.
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WOMEN I KNOW
STEEL GIRDLE
POWDER HALO
FEMININE BUST OUT
GLASS WHISPERS
HONEY-DRIPPED HIPS
GRAVITATIONAL LULL
HEAVENLY GLOW
SCULPTURED CRESCENDO
BUBBLEGM TONGUE
MODEST SUM
BLOSSOMING CHERRY
RADICAL VIRGINITY
LOOSE GRIP
BLEEDING WIT
JELLO MOUTH
UNTIED BLOUSE
WOMEN I KNOW.
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Stupor,
my fly.
YeLLow plummeting spill on the grassy mole,
sanding me smoothing edges
and sucking the juice right from yawning toes:
tipsy tootling with a wide grin,
pink tongue on a brown stain,
my milky hee-hawing for those
cute vroom vroom pre-V wet streams.
your hammer thinks me a new head.
stuff all alone.
cut off the arm for a plate of lima beans
and steal the cook from the oven.
it's all better in B-and-white.
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No Commit, No Kiss
I used to feel loved now I feel cheated
I fee like I'm in a soccer game & my face was just cleated
We messed around for a little while
But I felt like you'd do anything (perhaps walk a million miles)
I asked what was up with us & you said we were hangin out
I shoulda left you then, without a doubt
But no, I still stayed with you, while you went as far as you could
I wanted it to end, I really did. My mind was always telling me it should
But then I'd see your pretty blue eyes one more time
And I knew that I wanted you always to be mine
I've waited by the phone and i've slept with my pager
I knew that when you didn't call your mind was saying "I hate her"
Sometimes I'd lay on my bed & bust out the tears
And other times I'd think of all the fear
Fear of you not wanting to be with me, see me, or talk to me
Now I know you used me and got what you could...now I see
What's important is that I learned from this
Before you open your moth and lean in for a kiss
Before you start messin around, make sure theres somethin there
Like a little bit of commitment that you both can share
If not, you'll get closer and care a lot about him
And the next thing you know he'll diss you and everything will go dim
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Be still my heart
my heart that beats with such consistency
Be still my aching heart
my aching heart that hides me from the world
Be still my sorrowful heart
my sorrowful heart that holds such pain
Be still my oure heart
my oure heart that longs for you
Be still my golden heart
my golden heart that is so true
Be still my cynical heart
my cynical heart that holds such truth
Be still my heart
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Don't Ask...
Please, don't ask me
to say, "I love you"
For if you can't see
it in my eyes
or feel it in
my touch
Then you will
never hear it
from my lips.
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We complain about our lives everyday
But maybe life was meant to be this way!
We cry that our prayers are never heard
But maybe we can't see how they're answered!
We fear that there's no kindness any more
But maybe we're knocking on the wrong door!
We worry that love is defeated by hate
But maybe we should believe in love and wait!
We claim that injustice is at the highest degree
But maybe we aren't wise enough to pass a decree!
We're afraid that the devil could win the game
But maybe we're too weak, maybe we are to blame!
We say that we're all doomed to lose
But maybe this is another silly excuse!
We say that life if filled with grief and pain
But maybe it's our habit to moan and complain!
We think there's no goal in life, no direction to go
But maybe there is a goal, but we don't want to know!
We feel we're not satisfied, we think we're not strong
But maybe we're pretending, maybe we're all wrong!
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HERITAGE
As I walk into this day
I carry with me the convictions of my mother,
I take her strength and her dedication,
I take her truthfulness and compassion.
I do not back down from what I know is right,
I follow as she does the path that is laid out for me
From our Heavenly Father.
With out knowing my mother,
Or seeing her in "action" as she works,
I don't know that I would have the strength
To face up to the challenges before me.
For she has instilled in me through word and action
What I need to handle my day.
How great God is to have allowed me
Such a wonderful teacher in life.
I praise him for his wonderful gifts everyday,
My children, my husband, my home.
But mostly, for the love and strength
He has shared with me, summed up in one word, MOTHER
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Untitled
By Victoria Lomas
Butterfly wings are fragile and free,
Just like the love between you and me.
And when the night falls,
and the stars twinkle and gleam.
So do your eyes when they're looking at me.
And when we're together in bed,
I love how your hands stroke hair on my head.
I know there's no other place that I'd rather be,
Than right here in your arms fast asleep.
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MOONWALK
A lonely pearl deep in the sky/were footprints last forever/and memories never die//
They touched down/and danced for a while/and on their moon/ they drew a smile//
They moonwalked to the other side/where an ancient tear had dried/peered over the edge to see what they could see/sparkling blackness/emptiness as some pervieve/but to them it was stars and possibilities/perhaps a future of catastrophes//
Together they watched/as times chariot passed them by/and a solitary star fell from the sky//
Another lost inspiration/another hopeless entity/a forgotten dream death by decoration/dives into the ocean of black/leaves this world with one last flash/1 million years to form/100 to live/for billions it struggled/"forgotten"a second or so passed by/together they say an inspiration die/dispersed into the universe/no longer living but still alive//
So deeply they inhaled/absorbing everything around/so they walked several miles/before sitting down
BY Jesse C.Riggin of Middletown DE
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Surrender to your maker dwelling,calling in the orb of your pupils.
Dancing atop rain kissed bloody sheets.
Lovely music vibrates with the harmony of your souls feet.
Cake battered ewes lost and deprived hidden in your field so unwise.
When will we unwrap the scarlet blisters from our hearts?
The undead suffer inhumanities controlling grasp.
Battle scars inflicted by a burning cherry...
staining my flesh as well as my lungs.
All deprived with no one to love;
is the anthem of my existence...it fits like a glove.
O'these delinquent sins flow throughout my mouth.
Pale burnt memories seized by my undying emotions.
-Lacy Garcia 1999
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"Nightmare"
dee
Riding the wave of hell
under your spell I fell
Screaming in excruciating pain
From my what of this am I to gain
From my happiness I've gone astray
How many debts does my soul have to pay
Mercy is all my mind seeks
But to my soul no one speaks
I know this is only a dream
But it doesn't mean I won't awaken with a scream
All alone in the darkness I fear
I hope the light is very near
Only the suns rays can awaken me
So once again, reality I'll see
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All at once
a sense belonging
to yesterday.
Richard van der Draaij
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IN HIS EYES
One old man is sitting at the end of the line.
He is waiting for food with the other people.
Other people, who are drought affected people.
His eyes open feebly, both of them have to face reality.
In the sky, glares the sun without mercy.
The rain has forgotten to fall.
On the earth, his compatriots' hunger.
Thirst, disease, sobbing, grief, and death.
He is alone now.
He has lost his wife and children.
He couldn't protect them from their sorrows.
All he could do was to see, to gaze, to grieve.
Wife, the woman whom he once loved.
Children, the loveliest actual proof of his existence.
It was his duty to support his family.
Also it was his pride.
Now he can't even support himself.
In his eyes, sad memories remain.
Before his eyes, there is a reality which he doesn't
want to see.
Emiko Yoshimura
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A Very Big Room
I'm waiting for it to happen.
I'm sitting in a very big room.
And I don't know what to do.
I don't know what it is,
Or when it will happen.
I don't know what to do.
Everyone thinks I'm something,
I'm not.
I don't know what to do.
My hands are as empty as this room.
They hold only me.
I don't know what to do.
I think that it just happened.
I'm sitting in a very big room.
And I don't know what to do.
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-shaping years
sliding to an outcome,
a final desire
always feeling like i missed the point
always feeling like i'm in the wrong place
falling into life,
a pursuit
dark blue smells,
hidden in the haze
where am i supposed to be?
slipping onto decisions,
shaping years
a spec of dust or a thorough feast
what's the difference?
what's the standard?
www.write.freeservers.com
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In Bittersweet
I just talked to a long lost love of mine
He said I had been "the one"
I was like his "guardian angel"
Oh, I'd been "real good by far"
But the only emotion left is bittersweet.
I was called their angels
And now I see the one I chose
He stands before me beautiful
Hope and purity pouring forth
He is the answer to my prayers
Whispered soft and silent in bittersweet.
Life spins its cycles
Around me in shades of sometimes red
I see the glory and the good
And the divinity of God and
The pain, struggles, and perspiration
The results which shine forth
Spring alive from the black
In tones of bittersweet.
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In the cold dark of night there is a world at rest.
It is sleeping after war, hate, and murder have taken their toll on the living.
Children, afraid to walk down the street, sleep and dream of enchanted lands.
Lands were the air smells of perfume and everyone is happy.
The sun will be rising soon and people must awake.
People must leave the bright safety of their dream lands and walk in a world gone mad.
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In the garden of sweet delight
The sun nurtures and the rain replenishes life
It's spring, and fantasies grow like weeds
Passion is in full bloom and
love is the center piece on every mothers kitchen table
Instinctive pleasures weeding out the old and planting new
A unique garden ever changing with each new day and
With the ups and downs of all human emotions
The garden grows wild and free.
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I question myself what would it be like if I were to die?
Would I remember my life here how would I know if I were alive, for without you my soul is dead.
Who's to say my life isn't your dream?
As if I am the puppet and you the master of my soul.
If I were to die would you hurt would you feel my pain?
My life tells a story of cruelty and punishment of my soul.
My life has no meaning for without you I am nothing.
For you are my life.
I can't understand the mystery, the pain.
Everything is crumbling before my eyes.
Everyone is so controlling.
Everything is so demanding.
It takes control of my life sending me twisting through hell.
My mind just can't conceive it.
I think of death as a gift from God, an escape to a new world, a new life of happiness.
Happiness is non-existing, so far from my grasp.
I long for happiness, when will it be mine?
I seek happiness but it is no where to be found.
Will I ever find the happiness I once had when you were in my arms.
The happiness I so long for once again to be mine.
It was like heaven must have sent you for you were my angel, my soul, my life, my everything.
How could you be so cruel to tear my life apart.
It's like you thrive on shredding my life to pieces.
Why are you so ashamed of me when you should be ashamed of your self.
Don't you feel pain. You seem to be heartless.
Who could create this heartless person, who I know could have a heart.
I am imprisoned by my wounds. Time can't heal my pain.
The pain is so unreal, it's killing me slowly as if it were a disease.
The madness of it all creates an explosion inside of me.
Madness the word that explains my life.
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"Screaming Soul"
Buried alive was I,
no one could hear my cry,
how long will I survive
will they open my coffin and find me alive
my lifeless body will they try to revive
will I lay hear until I hear my last breath
until I fall into the hands of death
I can't believe I'm almost gone
never to see another mornings dawn
only darkness of the underground
pray for my screaming soul to be found
only the angels can take me away
for here my body, but not my spirit can not stay
take me away, take me away, taking me away....
written by: James & Dee Ann BrownD
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THOUGHT
watching your coffee,
i know what i would want ghosts to look like-
small bodies of steam
rising up from the places
your lips have touched
thin translucent fingers
reaching upward,
always upward,
trying to touch
your face
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MY LIFE BREAKING MY BACK
TO WORK HARD AND SUCCEED
BECAUSE OF THE WEALTH I LACK
MY LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A DEED
A DEED OF UNHAPPINESS AND WILL
THAT GETS ME DOWN DAY AFTER DAY
ENOUGH TO MAKE ME ILL
I HAVE NOTHING INSPIRING TO SAY
SO HERE I STAND ALONE
WONDERING IF LIFE IS WORTH THE MISERY, THE PAIN
OR THE HAPPINESS GOD HAS FORGOTTEN TO LOAN
SO HERE I AM WITH NOTHING TO GAIN
BRIAN CHRISTOPHER MOORE
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With gentle eyes he asks "Have you ever been in love?" He brings her close as she reply "I wouldn't know if I was." She says with a hint of embarrassment.
His genuine smile shows a door to his heart. "There is nothing like love. And
When you are in love it's unmistakable. You know exactly what it is the first
time you feel it..." He puts his hand over her heart "Here." A distant look
falls over his strong handsome features. "When love hits you there's nothing
you won't do. You'll open your fragile heart, speak passionate words, ride as
prince charming on your powerful stead." He squeezes her hand to send a silent
message and continues "You'll ignore bad manners, pet peeves, for you have the
strongest emotion you'll ever feel...love. ("Have you ever been so happy?")
you'll ask yourself. That's when you realize the blessings you'll have." He
kisses her neck softly and looks into her lustful brown eyes. "You'll never
be satisfied with one last kiss good night. Not until you see them again will
you feel at rest. And when all you need to remind yourself of the love is their
smile. That's when you find yourself falling in love." He winked at her before
he made his departure. Then she calls after him, "wait!" He turns "I already
know!" she confesses as she runs to him. And they busy themselves in their new
found love. With a kiss goodnight, and brightened eyes their journey begins.
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Break Open
The water breaks over the shore
Destroying the calm demeanor
Once was still was now a shamble of emotions.
The horizons have dimmed
Dark and foreboding, I struggle
Though nothing is familiar
Nothing is the same.
I'll rise above my fears
From my pain, I'll gain strength
I'll take each single step through the darkest street
And I will not die, nor will I sleep
I am too young, and I will continue to live.
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Fly away with you I will, on wings made of gold.
Through the clouds and past the heavens on a path unforetold.
Soaring high above the stars, far from this bitter place.
We'll seize the day and make it ours; I'll put a smile on your face.
Who knows what will befall us? We can take off day or night.
Whether we end up on a rainbow or in a paradise out of sight.
I only know that I love you deeply; I will only say it once or twice.
As I have so many other things to tell you, like you're gorgeous, bright and nice.
Maybe I'll make for you a palace on some distant, far off star.
Or maybe in the clouds above, it doesn't matter where we are.
We'll dance, and laugh, and joke, and play, until they find us once again.
Then we'll say goodbye and fly away to some other place we haven't been.
They say the only love we keep is the love we give away.
I give you all my love; I'll give it all to you every day.
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my pain
by lisa harper
it is the silence the air brings
the darkness is a childhood comfort
over and over the wind sings
that we'll all return to dirt
shadows are being cast from no where
people flying away like leaves
and it's just helpful for me to sit and stare
while the world around me bustles and heaves
a bloody tear of rage and confusion
falls from a single purple rose
the pain it feels is no illusion
for we all self-consume our woes
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Crown of Diamonds
I condemn myself each day for spitting,
for having spit,
for splitting,
for having tasted the sugar of the day.
Oh, love, loss, how ephemeral,
how candid, the need.
I stealth each day though labyrinthian forests,
Love, through your birth canals,
Through ribboned hair that flows on-endless,
on endless highways through the West,
the Midwest,
the Southwest.
Crown of diamonds, love,
you endless, surf-less hang-out,
you dolorous mind-muffler,
are you really like a dying flower?
Sweet, like a high-school teacher;
dill, like a boxing match,
shrill, like my predilection,
or are you like a good cigar?
Steady, there for long-haired musings?
Oh, I deem to end my days in sand.
Do not read to me the Riot Act.
Do not, Sophocles, present me.
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THE STORY TELLS AS MY LIFE STARTS; FRIENDSHIP, FAMILY AND THOSE WHO WERE IN PARTS. BAD TIMES, FUN TIMES, EVEN ONES I DON'T REMEMBER. THROUGHOUT MY LIFE I HAD PROBLEMS WITH THOSE WHO WERE AGAINST MY ACTIONS; BUT AS TIME WILL TELL PEOPLE MY CHANGE; BUT THERE HEARTS WILL ALWAYS BE THE SAME. LOVE, LAUGHTER, TRUST AND FAITH FLOATS THROUGH MY EMPTY HEART AND NOTHING SEEMS TO STAY; WISHING HOPING FOR A NEW FUTURE TRY TO PUT IT ALL AWAY. I FOUND A PIECE IN MY WORLD TO LET PEOPLE IN; NOT TO CRITICIZE ME, BUT TO HELP ME; FOR THEM TO RECOGNIZE ME FOR ME NOT WHAT I WANTED TO BE. NOW SITING HERE WITH THE WORLD AHEAD. NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT'S BEHIND. I TAKE MY PATH AND THAT'S WERE I'LL STAY; MAYBE IT WOULD BE BETTER THAT WAY
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I am not alone,
darkness shadows my life.
icy breath on the back of my neck,
she whispers her seduction to me.
taunting me, begging me,I reach for her,
she knows I can't resist.
powerless against her lure,
I ache with anticipation.
her first touch burns through my flesh,
a fine line between pleasure and pain.
her kisses plead passionately,
for she can never let me go.
existing only in my mind,
she knows the depth of my desire.
she lays me down upon her bed of ecstasy,
she covers me with sheets of doubt.
waiting through the night,
she keeps vigil by my side.
I am not alone.
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You and Me
The first time I saw you
I knew I had to have you
Your smile so warm
Your eyes so loving
I'd give anything to touch you
to look into your eyes
Your hug so comforting
Your touch so soft
You are so fun
so happy
I wanted to be with you
You spoke so kindly
Your words I will remember always
You come to me
always wondering how I am
caring for me so much
calling me speaking so sweetly
Holding me in your arms
I could never be so happy
Now we are together
You are more than I dreamed for
Your kiss so sweet
We have each other now
And our love will last forever
Dedicated to my Prince Charming Kevin....I love You Baby!
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Two as One
Touching without loving is purely vain endeavor,
for tactile stimulation will never last forever.
There needs to be two hearts, that join in harmony,
with two minds, one in purpose and eyes together see.
Love is everlasting, there is no ebb or flow,
for it has no ocean floor in waters far below.
It is pure and pleasing to the taste, it valued more than life.
True love in touching soul to soul, with my beloved wife.
by Steven Leitch,1999
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Exquisite
Elegance and grace adorn her...Like a magnificent robe
She moves as does the tall grass on a breezy spring day
Gently flowing...Hypnotic
With intoxicating beauty that dries the mouth
And dulls the senses...Yet demands attention
Surely not mortal...Rather a goddess
Possessing power
That makes mockery of common sense
That draws unto her... Like sweet nectar
The powerless in mind...And the feeble in heart
Only to leave them...Torn and in shambles
Gathering the pieces...
Yet desperately clinging to the hope...
Yearning for one last kiss.
-Forrest Lindsey
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Recaptured Days
Joshua Andrew Page
I collect postcard covers of far away towns, places where I've wished to play
hide and seek with children who have all grown too tall to be called children any longer.
Sorting through sea shells collected from different seas and different days, sandy beaches and sandy bodies are resurrected in my mind.
How well I've spent myself on days as this, never worried about the morning or mourning over the loss.
Memories are good if you're allowed to recapture pleasant reminders of times you've hidden away for just such days as today.
Whether it be by finger painted pictures or a box full of dead sea urchins, collections make great conversation with the past.
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"The Glass is Always Only Half Full"
("In The Words of a Pessimist")
A world of mirrors.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
Though, we're all heading towards
some form of stress.
I call it all a horrific mess!
Or maybe it's just me.
Maybe it's just myself I see
spiraling toward my death
in a sad, stormy sea.
I know only anger
and over here, love is the stranger.
I lock myself in
and the angles whisper that my sanity's in danger.
But the one in my dreams was no angel.
He was sent to leave my life in a tangle.
Must have been sent by the devil,
for it was my faith he did strangle.
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I Am The Shadow
Catalina Camarena
I am the darkness of the night
I am the conqueror of day
I turn dreams into nightmares
and courage into fear.
Step into the night
and I lure you to my kingdom,
I'll surround you like a morning fog.
God created me when he created the earth
I grew larger and stronger
and attacked the first light of day
I crushed the sun taking no mercy
I am the Shadow
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Satiate my desire for you
Fill me to the brim
With your erotic presence
Occupy the void I call my heart
And descend into my soul
I exist merely for your touch
And your soft breath on my neck
Without you, only darkness holds my hand
The corridor is long and jagged
But I recognize your beauty at the end
And strive to reach it
Every time I feel the wind
Press gently against my skin
I think of your soft eyes
And your glorious hair
And I remain contented
Thinking of the day I will stand in your graces again
And I blow you a windy kiss.
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Lost
I was crazy about you once
running round and round the wyre and gyre
where did that come from I wonder
as my tears quench this fire
that burned for you in my heart one day
stupid naive passion caught my heart
pulled at its strings with never ending force
no rhythm nor rhyme in this poem
which will live throughout time in this universe
surviving longer than I this nonsense
pure total nonsense and I wonder
who am I today, who am I today?
Caught in a world full of passion and greed
feeling out of place and wondering what to do
with the feelings that were once consumed by you
I cry for help but they don't hear or understand
what I feel deep in my soul, I'm not like them you know,,,
I sigh a sigh of complete confusion while I ask myself
who am I today, who am I today?
Looking for something, someone, somewhere
feeling so lost in this world
or should I say lost in myself
want to scream out but who would hear
the cry of a woman who has cried so many tears
they want happiness and love not what I have to offer
I'm too consumed by this gloom and then I realize
I'm looking for myself for I am lost so I ask yet again
who am I today....
who am I?
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Inner Seasons of Life
Some say my image is that
of an ancient tree
You see beyond the darkness
of age and history
Some say my soberness is equal
to a cold winter day
You make me smile and bring
the lightness of spring
Some say my business like manner
doesn't allow me to play
You energize me like rays
of a hot summer day
Some say what they think
they know
You pass no judgment just
Your joy to help me grow
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"These Days" (Revised)
by Arturo Alonso
A tired smile, it's been a while
Since I last felt a feeling.
It all blows by, and here I lie
Just hurting without healing.
Why can't it stop? What have I got?
I feel less of a man.
I went too fast, I came in last
And never had one fan.
There is no joy left in this boy.
I feel I'm going to bust.
I cannot mend, but in the end
Remaining here's a must.
I hate these days and all their ways.
I want to go away.
And if I should, I know I could,
For now I have to stay.
What did I say to bring this day?
What made me deserve this?
I tried my best, went without rest.
And still I search for bliss.
I'm losing hope, I cannot cope.
I'm drifting from it all.
Inside I'm gone, outside I'm on
but now it's the last straw.
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Equality
By Jane Anderson
Rich or poor
Black or white
Young or old
Brilliant or dull...
We all have to pee.
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All of the pictures on the wall fell down
I close my left eye
The faces on the outlet asked for food
I plugged in a lamp
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Without You
(a poem of friendship)
I had cried through many nights,
And been down many dead end roads,
And how our two paths crossed,
Only the good lord knows.
I was crawling at rock bottom,
Hanging on to the end of my rope,
So slowly you brought me back up,
And taught me how to trust and hope.
It's taken a lot of time and work,
And lots of long walks in the rain,
But looking back it was worth it,
Because it's a true friend I've gained.
We've been guilty of using careless words,
And we've broken each other's hearts,
Through it all we've stayed best of friends,
Who have never really been apart.
So just in case the world ends tomorrow,
And we all cease to be,
It's only fair that i let you know,
Without you there would no longer be me.
C/L/D December 23, 1998
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Again.
My friend, he makes me laugh
And my lover, he makes me sigh
His touch, like falling snowflakes,
caresses me lightly in waves of warmth and pleasure
His eyes - at first they're dark and deep,
but looking longer I see a sparkle, that love of life
His thoughts - I can not read, but must be full of
the passion and tenderness that make him so unique
And his kiss - so full and hot, it is this kiss that makes
me weak, that makes me tremble, that will bring me back to you
again.
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You came up to me,
and you said hi,
You were the one I wanted to see,
but I was asking myself why.
From then on we always talked,
on the phone, when we met,
Laughing as we walked,
I thought we were exactly like Romeo&Juliet.
Am I in love?
or is it just a dream?
I need you so much,
It's just harder than it seems.
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ILLUSIONS -
In my mind you are so near
closest to my heart so dear.
Fearing I will never see the day when you actually be.
Dreading every waking day cause, without you I don't want to stay.
Alone without my love, my life.
For without you I have no life.
Faithful 'til my dying day, loving all your gentle ways.
Your touch, your smile, your gentle kiss.
These are all the things I miss.
Your longing and indescribable love.
You are forever what I dream of.
Is it an illusion or can it be an unconditional love for me?
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Be still
listen to my silent thoughts
touch my face
and read the lines there
Hold back the sun
and let it rain
dry soul
like sandswept earth
Be mine
angel of the sullen sky
hold my hand
and feel the pain there
Hold back your sun
and let it rain
dry soul
bleeding again
(washed away)
Do you ever
hear me?
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Tropical Sunset
The Sand is in between my toes,the sand tickles my toes.
my hand is in my guys hand,we are oblivious to the screaming kids.
We lean in for a kiss it is a sweet,tender,gentle,and passionate kiss.
It was a wonderful kiss.
The Sunset is wonderful too.
It has colors of a artists vivid imagination,golds,reds,yellows,oranges,
pinks,and,violets.
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Hypothermia
The tiny ice particles
in the air,
stab at my lungs
like a thousand
cowering knives.
Goosebumps crawling
under my flesh.
Ice-cicle breath.
Frozen blood.
The night air
digesting
my body heat
and seeping
through my clothes.
But my heart is alive.
This vessel won't fail me.
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When ever you are close to me I feel
as tho you have been beside me all day long.
As you glance at me , i feel as tho its in slow motion.
I view your smile's every movement, I tell my self Please
dont leave my side.
I dont know why I fall inlove with colored eyes.
I can not explaing the feeling i get, when your blue eyes
look at me. I feel as tho you are looking right into my soul.
As you leave, I feel empty i need to be filled with those eyes.
As you leave the feeling is to see your eyes again. You keep a
mental picture of the love in my eyes. So you can sleep well at night.
As you look for me im not there im waitintg for that another stare of those eyes.
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A Prayer
Lingering light.
Soft summer night.
Drizzle.
Dark.
I whisper your holy name.
Unleashing my secret shame.
Beautiful breeze.
Happiness a taunting tease.
Love lives.
Deep, deep, deep
inside me
Rain and flood this darkness.
Shower these insides with your love.
I need you.
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My rage is silent,
the tears don't come,
I seem so strong,
arrogant,
Yet I am trembling inside,
you don't know it,
But I care,
I'm not who I seem to be,
I'm not fighting against you,
I'm just trying to win you,
I'm not looking for the spotlight,
just trying to hold out,
I try to hold in the feelings,
I can't let anyone see,
what I really feel,
I'm too weak...
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weak little hand, weak little
hand filled with adrenaline,
punches through wall..
plaster and asbestos fall down,
this hole in the wall is a
memory. years later i revisit
the house, the hole is still
there, I'm sorry now.
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Your Town
By: E.R. Thacker
I'd like to live in your town
It seems to tranquil and serene as I pass by
But then again I know I couldn't
Because then it wouldn't be an illusion
So I won't
But I'd sure like to live in your town
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Freedom
Once there was an evil demon,
Who longed to hear freedom ring.
While abusing his freedom,
he blew up a building,
full of human beings.
Sweet lady liberty, what have we become.
When there is one who dwells among us, who would destroy the innocent and young.
For today we look on as a mother, cries out to God above her.
To undo what this demon has done.
May God have no mercy on your soul when your day has come.
For it shall be in our hearts, where we bare the pain, which is to never go away.
As well as a prayer shared by all, a way to erase that day...
FOR THOSE IN OKLAHOMA MAY THEY BE WITH GOD..
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Wild Girl
The child twice cried
When its mirror was born,
Again inside
I rage with a scorn,
And eat my own brain
As a wild girl rapes
My shriveling grapes,
And makes wine in love's pain.
Electric shocks
From echoes arise,
The buzz unlocks
The lids of my eyes,
The spark in me dies
As I struggle in vain
To extinguish the pain,
But the tear never dries.
Remember clear
Through this window of hell,
She was your dear
But a guillotine fell
With you under her spell,
Now die to forget
Or live in regret,
But your soul you must sell.
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Journey
The time it takes to realize your life is ending before it
began....beginning just as it ends..........and wishing it
never would, but did, before now.
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i remember your face broken pale emptiness
i remember touching you feeling the hollow dim light of body and mind
i remember cutting you inside falling into the deep blue nothingness
spinning in the pain that i gifted you i remember laughing and crying
and waiting i remember sleeping and dreaming inverted whispers moving through
my head like water on blood i remember days and nights in solitude and black
i remember anger that nailed itself to me i remember spiraling systems of
negativity i remember hoping and failing you you failing me
i remember you but
forgot to say
goodbye
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THE SHARP BLADE GONE DULL -
The tune I've hummed for over a year
Suppressed now with medication
Sharp voices make sharp blades
For little kids in their backyards.
I love the way she takes my hand
I can only taste what's in her eyes
IF! A day would go by
Without apples and wine, we'd still have apples and wine.
Back in the hospital they gave me pills
As they took away my shoelaces
They promised of their return
But I never got them back
AND! I never got my mind back.
Sharp feelings make sharp blades
For intruders in your heart.
Death comes to the sweetest beings
A lovely woman I once knew
She loved Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
And He loves her.
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As I sit here and ponder this terrific notion
I feel resumed for I miss this forgotten emotion
As of late, I've been on leave, leave from within
Next to my window the rain wisps in
Colors and memories are turning the engines
Of the forgotten emotion and the passion resurrection
To fall, to walk, to laugh, to talk
Seemingly simple actions merely ignored or disregarded
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to fly
Needing to remember the forgotten emotion
For none of us know when the last bell will cry
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9
As day surrenders its source of light
And dusk recedes beneath a twilight star
My heart aspires to stellar flight,
A sweet celestial passage far
Into the timeless deep
Where earthly cares are left to calm
Relinquishing their hold to sleep,
And dreams compose a cosmic psalm
That sings in heaven's music to the soul.
So lovely are the inner realms my senses touch,
That morning, reawakened to the world whole,
I ponder evening's images in reverie to clutch
At traceless, fleeting memories, as sunshine's mundane eminence
Dissolves each final fragment of slumber's dark benevolence.
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Stepping to
I come to see you
The beautiful one
Who finally comes
I love thee
Who speaks to me
Who whispers sweet nothings
Who doesn't talk, only sings
Never leave
Always be.
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Waiting (When I Shouldn't)
I sit calmly, waiting.
Life passing as the wind does through the trees
in my backyard, waiting for time to blow me a change
--a chance
--it's time for me to go
--but my heart lies elsewhere
--in the backyard I played in,
--the bike I once rode
with the feelings I once felt
which now seem long ago.
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A woman cried
"Stop jumping
and bouncing around
the garden, singing
'Silent Night'
at the top of
that little pink pig
in the mud! it's
dirty, man!"
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purple, i see that when i see you, mixed with black and scarlet
like blood and loneliness and anger, blunted together into a mess
that stains my hands and thighs with the stickiness
that is acquired through ill gotten gains
touch me and see if i shiver motherf**er
look at your reflection in the mirror and see if i'm not just behind it, laughing
at how strong you've built your facade to be
when a spoiled child is all i see
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In Your World
Your world is harsh and sharp as shattered glass
It slashes across my eyes
I cannot hide
Your world is a vice
Constricting my soul
I'm on my knees
And, like Jonah, it swallows me whole
Show me the streets
Where you spend your time
Show me the pool of blood in the alley
Another late night, drunken fight
Take me by the hand
Read me the graffiti
Translate for me, I am a foreigner
I do not speak this language
You, wise in the ways of the streets
I, an exterior of nonchalance
Truth is, my hands won't stop shaking
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THIS IS NOT ME
tuck
you know me...
.....i can't hide the scars of my yesteryear
they are open for the world to see
for the world to condemn
for the world to become sickened
for the world to become just like me..
here
i
am
the putrid young disciple of the garbage that is now
how can i convince you that this is not me...
this is not me......this is not me
this is what i have been made to portray
molded by the lies
the fears
the indulgence of what is not
the faceless hypocrites
the high and mighty me's
the lacerated convictions of weakened wills
you know who you are......
you made me as i stand
here
i
am
but this is not me....
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We tell ourselves lies to understand what we cannot comprehend. I tell myself too many lies, so I think I understand. But our lives are never satisfied, because we cannot explain our lie. If my lie will ever stop it will be the day I DIE.
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SUICIDE
-JCL
Men of war, dogs of heat
hound me down
the path of inevitable fate.
I try to hide
amongst the branches of the
serpent's humble tree.
"Fly" he tells me
"Fly away and be free"
The sirens yell
and the lights...
The form my terrace to hell.
Soft screams fill the cold-aired night
as I prepare
for my eternal flight.
I take a step from my sturdy
perch, and descend down
to the cold green earth.
I hold his hand for my hideous
crime. We laugh as the
midnight clock begins to
chime.
Tears I cry for life no more
as I lie on the burning
sands, with Gods evil whole.
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I wrote this for tuapc shakur
by Jay Lafontaine
My thoughts as
I sit here remembering a man
I find it hard to understand
that the one I look up to is gone
and I hear him say that life goes on
but it's so hard to say good-bye
to a hero that had died
I m still down
with the man how had his own sound
in my heart he will survive
and his memory will never die
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I sit and stare into your direction,
Admiring your graceful and flawless ways,
You truly must be heaven's reflection,
For your beauty sets my senses ablaze.
Your beautiful face and smooth soft skin glow,
Your sparkling eyes peer deep within my soul,
Your so perfect smile makes my heart grow,
Your heavenly vision makes me feel whole.
Your fine hair whispers softly in your ears,
Your sweet lips hold secrets and words of love,
Your angelic voice soothes all of my fears,
There is no doubt you were sent from above.
You are so beautiful in every way,
and I need you more each and every day.
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Love found,
love lost
anything in between
was nothing but an enigma
haunted by dilemma
when the line is so thin
anything in between
was no more than a lie
hear...hear...your heart
how can it beat so loud
when just the other night
every beat is a reflection of the dying heart
Love lost,
love found
anything in between,
i care no more
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How Do You Know....
By Susan Aspinwall
How do you know
the difference
when a person is
too thick-headed
to see the real beauty
around him,
when his heart
is nothing more than stone?
He misses the chance to see
the colors of
the rainbow
the real beauty that
is around him in other people
in their heart.
He does not
not realize that he
breaks peoples hearts by
doing that.
I pity him.
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ONE NIGHT OF PLEASURE!
I'M SITTING HERE THINKING,
OF WHAT I DID WITH YOU.
I'M FEELING KIND OF SALTY.
WHY ARE YOU,
PLAYING ME LIKE A FOOL?
RIGHT NOW, I'M JUST SO CONFUSED!
WHY CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT I GOING THOUGH?
ONE NIGHT OF PLEASURE,
LEFT ME WITH A HEART FULL OF PAIN.
DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER,
WHAT YOU SAID TO ME?
"I WON'T BRAKE YOUR HEART!"
BUT, YET IT FEELS LIKE,
MY WHOLE WORLD IS FALLING APART!
ONE NIGHT OF PLEASURE,
AND, I KNOW WHAT I DID,
BUT, I WASN'T THINKING MUCH!
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF,
"WHY NOT?"
THIS WONT HURT ME.
BUT IN THE LONG RUN IT IS!
AND NOW I'M HERE WITH ALL THIS PAIN,
THAT JUST WONT GO AWAY,
AND THERE IS NO ONE ELSE TO BLAME.
AND I'M THE ONE LEFT WITH ALL THIS SHAME.
CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME.
BUT WHY SHOULD YOU CARE,
I AM NOTHING TO YOU.
JUST SOMEONE YOU MESS WITH,
AND MADE FILL LIKE A FOOL!
WITH YOUR SORRY LINE,
"I'M STILL FRIENDS WITH YOU."
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW,
I HEARD IT ALL BEFORE!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR LOSING
IT COULD OF BEEN GOOD!
ONE NIGHT OF PLEASURE,
THAT I BET YOU WON'T EVEN REMEMBER!
BUT, SEE I'LL ALWAYS,
REMEMBER THAT ONE NIGHT,
OF SORROW AND PAIN!
THAT ONE NIGHT,
THAT CAUSE MY LIFE TO BE UNEXPLAINED!
ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ,
OPEN UP YOUR HEART AND LET ME IN,
I'M TRYING NOT TO REMEMBER,
THAT ONE NIGHT OF PLEASURE!
BY Muneca
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I CAN"T
Cassandra Gamble
I want so badly to be near you,
But,oh my love,I can't.
Then so badly I long to kiss you,
But,oh my love,I can't.
When your arms hold me so tightly,
Please,my love,I can't.
In my dreams you are there nightly,
Let go,my love, I can't.
Be just friends without my feelings,
I wish,but love,I can't.
Layers of my heart to you I'm peeling,
Oh my love,I want to, but I can't.
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