Because of the spring flood of poems, the first half of April's poems are already in the archives or a click here will bounce you directly to the proper place. Thanks to everyone who sent so many fine poems.
Up-dated April 25, 1999
NEW ENGLAND HOMING
Esther B. Swensen
Out of somewhere's deep remembrance,
Plaintive, haunting, the call of a whippoorwill
On a quiet, sultry summer night,
Echoes down through the years--
And I am taken back a long, long way,
And am a child again....
Ah, New England, I would caress you as a lover;
I would embrace your white birch charms;
I would have you love me in return - with gentle passion
And autumn red maple fire - nothing less will do;
I want to woo you ardently and clasp you to my breast;
I want to woo you better than before,
As a woman grown and no longer child.
You never left my heart, staunch lover-friend;
But now, once again, my eyes will feast on you,
There where you waited long for me--
North of the South I chose.
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THE DEATH OF INNOCENCE
Fourteen more young wasted lives
And one teacher who gave all
And once more, the questions
Why, no one heard the call.
Why, two young minds and hearts
Were filled with so much hate
Why, they took it on themselves
To seal, all those others' fate.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, the future is no more
For all of those young souls
Why, no more hopes and dreams
No chance to reach their goals.
Why, with all our expertise
And, our technology
Why, we can't stop the madness
In our "great" (?) society.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, our children can get guns
Make bombs to kill and maim
Why, parents think, "No, not mine!"
(Don't play, that deadly game.)
Why, we say every time
"It shouldn't happen here!"
Why, we don't take it serious
And shudder with fear.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Del "Abe" Jones
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WHY?
~~dedicated to those who were involved with the incident in colorado~~
they walked around in pain,
thought they had nothing to gain..
WHY?
they thought they didn't fit in,
so instead they committed a sin
WHY?
innocent people got in their way,
some were sent to their graves on that horrible day...
WHY?
now family and friends are filled with sorrow,
praying their loved ones will return to them tomorrow...
WHY?
they have now lost someone the love forever,
when will they return?....never.
these kids had problems no one can comprehend,
to the families...my heart i wish i could lend.
there are so many now that must mourn and cry...
WHY?
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The conflicting emotions that pulse through my veins
I'll have to chalk it up to my growing pains.
Getting older is my life
one day maybe to be a wife
Tears & laughter curse my days
Living life, movies or plays?
Loved by one, to love another
Wishing I had a meaningful lover.
Lost in emotions
that go pulsing through my veins
hits my hard
those growing pains.
Cut my hair, for an older look.
actually, looking as if I can read a book.
Wanting to be taken seriously enough
Living life is completely rough.
Smiling sometimes when I know I am sad.
Knowing someday
someone will make me glad.
Love & devotion
curse my veins
How do I deal
With my growing Pains?
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The Filly and the Old Horse Trader
Beauty in line, grace in motion,
a filly thoroughbred;
but when bridle comes to notion,
she rears and turns her head.
Be calm my beauty, and station,
I have meant you no harm;
an old horse trader at auction,
I rose straight to your charm.
The paddock gate is open now,
no chain is in your way;
no bridle will be in your tow,
nor tie to make you stay.
Run free and wild, but if, ever,
in need or seeking balm,
remember that old horse trader,
with sugar in his palm.
Stewart Brown
for Natalie .....4/23/99
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_Romance_
He kisses her sensually in her mouth,
But he does not feel any arousal.
His thoughts drift from one thought to another.
Eventually his thoughts settle on a man.
He wonders when the kiss will be over,
But it just continues; as if for hours:
It drags on. He tries to pull away,
But she just pulls his head closer.
Finally, she pulls her head away and
He breathes a sigh of relief:
The kiss is over.
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My Angel
My angel came down from way up high
my angel came down to teach me to fly.
My angel so sweet and true, maybe my angel
is you.
My angel watches over me, and saves me whan I am blue.
Happy I am, because my angel is you.
Not only happy do you make me,
but also other things,
Though I have never seen you fly, with a halo and wings.
You are my one and only,
for forever and a day
you are my angel in every way.
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I'm forever being told, that I'm just ruining my life
If I were you
When I try to explain it just stirs up more strife
My happiness is gone......how can this be?
That just anybody could live my life better than me.
Folks seem to know just the perfect things to do,
And they say "I would not have done that if I had been you."
Every decision I make by their estimate is wrong,
They frown and they wonder how I've made it this long.
So I wrote this here poem as a form of complaint,
Literary? I know already you'll say that it aint.
But the time has come that I must chose,
Just which one of us is going to walk in my shoes
So you just live your mess and leave me to mine.
And if you must measure then walk your own line.
My hay your stubble, your stubble my hay
The both shall burn and will one day.
So before you petition humanity to put me on the shelf,
I suggest you take a closer look at yourself.
I'm of a mind to tell you since you apparently don't have a clue
What I would do if I were you.
M. Paul Burress
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Sometimes I think that
peace is contrary to human nature.
As much as we say we want peace,
the only way we can get it is through
war.
War does not beget peace, people.
It doesn't work that way.
Ask Buddha, or Ghandi,
I think they might have known what they were talking about.
And a few others, maybe, a very few,
actually understood the concept behind "peace"
But for the rest of us, it just another word for
"stupidity" or "dog"
In other ultra-realistic words,
Peace doesn't mean anything anymore.
So, like I said
I think peace is contrary to
The defective ideal of
a "Co-existant" human nature.
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Eating bon-bons on the couch,
Hubby says I'm such a slouch,
But I don't care, it doesn't matter
'cause every day i'm getting fatter.
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Tunnels of My Mind
From the tunnels of my mind
Arise the thoughts of the time
The time of joy, and some of pain
The time of waste, and some of gain
The time of everyday living with ease
The time of those only trying to please
From the tunnels of my mind
Arise the thoughts of the time
The time when high school dropouts are high
The time when kids, do drugs, and die
The time when Mothers, are Fathers too
The time when love, is not always true
From the tunnels of my mind
Arise the thoughts of the time
The time when there is disease that kills
After one night of unheavenly thrills
The time when people have no place to live
And those that have, don't want to give
From the tunnels of my mind
Arise the thoughts of the time
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shock
kipo
Deception wraps my brain like a cortical grease
And I saunter in as a fool
A tattered shoulder peeling skin
with rotting flesh and melting eyes
Image of crimson flashes over
Blinding visions as deafness breaks
Within, a shout echoes far away
Bounding the corridors wall by wall
Force upon force it comes at full
The impact so harsh reality wavers
I stand aback reeling apart
A meandering shadow diverges
With mine
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Manic depression
changes so quickly right before my eyes
i cant tell until its too late
it doesn't hurt anymore just gets monotonous
cant tell if i'm trying to hide my depression or if i've something wrong with me
"natures way of normal" defeated me a while ago
sweet taste of the comforting experiences in life
are smashed somewhere in the galaxy of the forgotten
they are lost now and they have left me with only a bitter taste
i know it wont be back
so i try to cope with my self until some one else hears me crying
i see my self getting smaller and smaller everyday
i cant over come the weird ironic way i see and feel
now i want to die and then i am ecstatic
i confused my self at first but now the few who notice are the only ones who make fun of my differences
see they will never get the chance to know how it feels
they wont get to see it my way
what an advantage
i hurt myself and then i see the blood and i cry
i slip in a daze with out my acknowledgment...now unconscious
then i wake up and i am changed
i want to happily go crazy.. i don't care about anything
time goes by and then i notice what has just happened and i'm aware of my problem
i need help and i cry
in my sleep every night everyone passes my by with no concern in there thoughts
a risky chill rolls down my spine and i'm afraid to let more time slip by
i need someone to tell
other then this piece of paper
i need someone who knows
who understands
no one will understand and want to listen long enough for me to even attempt
oh well i will just keep going i guess
maybe one day i will go to far and i wont be here any more
maybe they will get it and it all will make sense
and then maybe in their thoughts they will wish they wouldn't have let my tears
pass them by
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I try every night alone in the dark
to contemplate life without your spark
my love for you is written in the stars
i have so deeply fallen, i am in to far
If you left and took your love away from me
who knows where i would bleed
my heart ripped out, my wrists like a river
until i got to shock and then i will shiver
turn white as a ghost
and all i would think about is that i love you most
no one could ever feel the way that i do
no one else could love you so true
in your grasps you have the power to kill
just tell me you don't love me and you will
My life means nothing without you in my arms
nothing else could cause me greater harm
i pray for 9 years to come oh so quick
and then only the date we will have to pick
until the day i lift the veil
that will be the day our love will prevail
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Sonnet 21
by, Z.K. Babb
A strange thing happened just the other day,
Something that hasn't happened for quite some time.
Something that didn't leave me in dismay,
Something that made me want to sit and sip wine.
Imagine that, something good happened to me.
For once in simple happiness I smiled.
For once in my life I was filled with glee.
For once on me grief was not piled.
"But what," you ask, "could this thing be?"
That has finally brought me some joy,
That has finally set my gladness free,
That has finally made me a happy boy.
The answer is as simple as two plus two.
The answer is that you felt for me too.
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Flock to the man once more, all you strays out there
Run with spirit and lust. The wind will take you
Infuse into the moist clouds, see nothing, just wet with rain
Float down until you reach it, level out on land
Get to the man who is waiting
Bring all your friends with you
He is bearded, old and gray
He's spirit that of an unborn
Flock the man I say
He is wise with gifts of thought
Regret will not prevail just peace of mind
The journey will clear mind and body through and through
Go to the man all you people
And lay down but rest assured.
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"The day no child would cry"
One day there will be a day, when no child would have to cry.
When all the tears would dry and smiles would appear.
Did you ever begin to wonder? What it would be like?
If a child didn't have to cry .to feel the pain and sorrow?
and empty.
We all grow from learning, right from wrong,
Why would we hurt a child? Children need love, We as parents,
Are taught to provide it.
We need to learn to give A child a day of smiles, joy,
and the freedom to be a child, Never lay our troubles on them.
When a day comes that a child doesn't have to cry,
will be the day the world will be a brighter place,
A child light's up the world, We wouldn't need the sun,
or moon, We'd have the sunshine, the moonlight of a child's smile.
It's all the world really needs, and we can make it happen,
If we let a child be what he/she want's to be, so deep down,
Remember? A child grows from us,
so let's give them a reason to smile,
never a day of tears again, NO child should have to cry.
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What Are Dreams
Are dreams a figment of the imagination
Or are they visions of things we soon will be facing
Why do they come in all sorts of categories
Are they bits and pieces of our minds own made up stories
Do all dreams have meanings
Are the dreams just what we want to be seeing
Is there a reason for some dreams occurring a number of times
I will leave you viewers with this thought
Because for this answer we will really have to search our minds
By: AnJeL
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SPIN
Spin spin
twist divide
follow my laughter
catch my ride
close your eyes
spin spin
jump no floor
confusion lives
through me
try to figure
chaos has no
direction
if i let you in
it only slows me
drags me ties me
holds me keeps me
away settle
spin spin
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Innocence lost
Picture if you can,
delicious skin behind black
sleep, once so innocent...
a bare frantic urge through time could
trip or place her by a tiny finger
away into the shadows of a lost
pleasure...
a mad cold ache fed by a burning
yet delicious beat blue shot of reality
fades into the darkness from
which it once flourished
taking her with it...
never forgiving her as the innocence fades
like the pleasure and awakening of
a wet dream...
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Buzz
A dream dangles above my head.
Creation reverberates against the walls of my brain like a memory.
I hear spiritual energy
humming inside of my ear.
I scribble the notes of a symphony
on invisible paper,
but the sound buzzes away
before the melody comes clear.
I reach out,
trying to make the dream mine,
but the spirit escapes
on a breeze through a sheer curtain.
by
M. A. Welto
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WHAT IS LOVE?
Love is something special it comes from the heart,
It's when two people swear to god that they will never part,
through all the hard and sad times and joys of living too
and even though you may have doubts of what I say and do
my feelings stand. I love you!
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We have sat for days
How many we don't know
True poets live in praise
Though many won't know
I live my life in a world
In which you don't understand
If you tried live in twirls
Your progress is not in hand
I sit rapping RHYMES
While opponents copy them
My pens tell the time
So just stop me when
They run out of life
With now seems so dark
While I stand here
Waiting for death
Feeling all the raps go
I still am out of breath
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POINTLESS
drifting in a sea of gray
lost in my depression
see the sunlight fade away
no strength for aggression
vessel wash up on the shore
i wander through the night
trudging through an endless moor
i'm running from my fright
i find myself upon the drop
my thoughts begin to shift
and so i give a tiny hop
i dive into the rift
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Time is not stationary,
Traversing amid past, present and future.
Yesterday is gone, yet not forgotten.
Prevailing conditions will soon be past.
The impending future will seek to bear its presence.
Past time promotes the present.
Continuance of the present dictates the future.
The future may be shaped but is not known.
To discern the future is to bring forth the present and unearth the past.
Time is neither unhurried nor sudden.
It is but a certain endlessness.
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Our Dream
I want to draw,I want to write,
I want to sing,I want to act,
I want to fly, I want to die.I
want to help,I want to hold, I
want to lust,I want to let go
of my load.
I want to understand,I want to
be good at mathmatics,I want to
love,I want to live my love.
I want to feel,I want to touch,
I want to squeeze,I want to feel
the moon lit breeze.
I gaze at the diamond lit stars,
I want to know them.They glisten
and twinkle, brilliant greens,reds,
blues,yellows and white in the bluish
black of night.
SNM
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"Frozen"
Hopeless
Useless
Powerless pain--
A constant reminder
Of things I know
I'll never do again--
Memories gone
But not too far--
Or not far enough.
Pain of love
Not quite grown
Into the tree it should have been
From the seed--still budding
Forever
Frozen in time.
---by Mary Beth Papisan
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Pain and suffering
Was all she knew
Happiness and joy
Were unknown pleasures
All she ever really wanted
Was to be left alone
To wallow in her anguish
Everyone thought they knew
What was wrong
But they could have ever
Guessed the pain she knew
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YOU ARE
You are the stars in the dark,
The moon shining deeply in my heart,
My spirit when I am gone,
Our parents when they're not at home,
My role model as the days go on,
My tears when I cry,
God, when he blinks his eyes,
The football in the air,
The person who catches it, if it is fair,
Everything about you is good to me, because you
are my brother, and you will always be with me.
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Desperation
Marcie
Desperation is tugging at my soul and emptiness is beginning to fill my body. My heart has sunken to the floor and if I had any tears left, I would cry.
The sorrow I feel has begun to tare apart my life and the internal pain has successfully doubled the obvious, my body shivers with the thought of home and if I had anywhere to go, I would leave.
Suicidal thoughts fill my mind and happiness seems a million miles away. My goals and dreams have disappeared and if I could fall asleep I would never wake up.
Optimism has become a concept I can not grasp and the walls are falling down. My world is crumbling at my feet and if I could stop it I am not sure I would try.
The reflection I see is not of my own and my words show my mood. My nights have become long my days mono tone and if I could fly, I would crash into the sea.
A happy shinny person is something I am not and the negative is where I now dwell. My sites are set on failure and if I could succeed I would still fail.
Promises are broken and hearts too along the way. My smile is something no one sees and if I were happy, I would let it show.
Pain has become the only emotion I feel and the others I do not miss. My world is just a sad, sad song and if I could sing I would sing it loud.
Depression is accompanied by confusion and resentment brings along deception. My heart is filled with these heavy emotions and I can't change it, I won't try.
Desperation is tugging at my soul and emptiness is beginning to fill my body. My heart has sunken to the floor and if I had any tears left, I would cry.
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"Leave it to the Captain: a theory"
The
Tofu Poet
You're hurting son.
But We're not afraid.
You will grow old.
You will be strong.
About tomorrow's Big Game-
Daddy can't come
(has to work).
But He's not scared.
He knows You'll do well.
Son, go back to bed.
The Nightmare's gone.
Do not fear.
We know You'll be safe.
We do not fear.
We know You will be strong.
And We know You will grow old.
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BLACK WIDOW
DO U SEE ME
DO U KNOW WHO I AM
I CAN BE YOUR NIGHTMARE
YOUR WORST FEAR COME TRUE
TO REALITY
or i can b your sweet fantasy
BUT THEN THAT DEPENDS ON
WHO U R TOO ME.
LIKE A BLACK WIDOW I DEVOUR MY MATE
AFTER copulation
makin u wonder
if there was any relation
between me and u. Was the luv really true?
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EVEN IN THE RAIN
I heard some old songs today
and they took me back to another time
and to another place
where I would go just to watch you walk by
And when you walked by
I swear the sun would always shine
When you walked by
I was lost in paradise
And even in the rain it was worth the wait
to see your eyes and to see your smile
made this poor boy's life worth while.
And tho we never kissed or shared a dance
you left me breathless with every glance
And tho your sisters were just as lovely
they just couldn't do what you could do
with just one smile you made me feel alive;
with just one smile you made my life worth while
And even in the rain it was worth the wait.
To see your eyes and to see your smile
made this poor boy's life worth while.
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Every Godzilla Afternoon
Ron Sandvik
Work is a cell, walls of words
Lassoed in cartoon speech bubbles
Ropes and trouble from small people
Lariats cast upon unhearing herds
Lassoed cartoon speech bubbles strain
In the lull after noon, I change again
the lariats bounce from Gulliver's shins
Godzilla's wrath boils in my veins
Disjointed, I say, "You've got a raw deal."
I step around the Lilliputian's feelings
Godzilla's wrath and Gulliver's shins
Coworkers don't notice, I'm made of steel
I step around the Lilliputian apartments
Smash the power lines, industrial structures
Coworkers don't see I'm Godzilla, their savior
Tokyo's management calls the war department
I smash committees, faxes and phones.
"Do something!" I say, "Dammit, can't you see?"
Tokyo's cringing, I dream they call me.
Tokyo is faceless, it could be Bonn, or Rome
"Do something!" I say, "Dammit, can't you?"
Tokyo has called me to drive me to the seashores
Tokyo's cringing, I twist power lines into a lasso
I am faceless until five and glad to go home.
I have called me to drive me to the river
Wet my fevered brow water fountain
I am cringing, back as tight as a lasso
Knots in my stomach and back shiver
My fever breaks on a freeway choked with herds
Godzilla and Gulliver's vengeful blood recedes
Knots in my stomach and back shrink in retreat
I am free, from the ropes and walls of words
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Tis' a beautiful day I thought
when I awoke this morn'
I'm alive and breathing now
I fell I've been reborn
I found the light at the end of the tunnel
but, the thing that puzzles me
it was right before my eyes
yet I was to blind to see
God has been kind to us
in giving life and love
what a precious gift from him
to have sent an angel from above
So, before you go to sleep tonight
be sure to take the time to say
God thank you so very much
for giving me another day; TODAY
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MY LIFE (THE DISASTER IT IS)
LIFE IS FULL OF JOY, TO SOME.
FULL OF SORROW, TO OTHERS.
LIFE IS LIKE A ROLLER COASTER
WITH UPS AND DOWNS, FLIPS AND TURNS.
BUT MY LIFE HAS DERAILED.
DROPPED 50 FEET AND EXPLODED ON THE GROUND.
THE TRUTH HAS HURT ME,
LOVE HAS BEEN CRUEL TO ME.
I FEEL LIKE IM IN A PITCH BLACK CAVE,
I HAVE A MAP, BUT NO WAY TO SEE IT.
ALL I NEED IS A LITTLE LIGHT, TO SEE THE MAP,
(RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, IN MY VERY OWN HANDS)
BUT IT WON'T HAPPEN
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Good fortune be with you tonight, be it a deep, warm sleep that protects you from this sight, be it a deep and lovely sleep beneath all heavens light, good fortune be with you tonight.
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Times have changed, nothing seems the same, at least not to me
I remember the dreams of being eminent, face known in every continent
Dream fades away
Planning to succeed accurately, making my own destiny, now there's little hope
Once, my minded replete with so many ideas, now, nothing comes but little tears
My thoughts are changing or maturing, either way, I don't seem to be caring
Interest in things have succumbed to a stop
As confusion encapsulates me into a knot
Voracious thoughts of evil fills in on me
As I try to control myself with dignity
I sometimes feel that nobody seems to care
When I awake steeped in sweat from midnight nightmares
Is there anyone who can let me perceive life's purpose
Or let me have any knowledge that is surplus?
A word of wisdom is all I need today
And an idiom everyday to help me find my way
As impulsive reactions takes place from actions taken on me
Should I let them pass or take it into severity
Prognosticating my way into tomorrow's outcome
It's a hard way to live for life's pieces and crumb...
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Dear Brutus
we take our rebellion in spoonfuls
the stiff medicinal draughts
we swallow down daily
and lob the occasional rubber-tip
dart at a bull's-eye some skinny
philosopher drew on a picture of Skinner
when we've had too much
even the stars are strapped in the sky
like dogs in a Pavlov's harness
they glitter like tokens
eyeless grandmothers in Vegas
without having read Walden Two
are already well beyond freedom
and dignity.
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Siren's Call
The notes caress me as lover's hands
Whirling around me as flakes of snow
I do not believe that I could ever know
A sweeter melody in all the lands
Beautiful, beautiful, they sing for me
Crimson lips savoring the sensuous sounds
Their blatant desire knows no bounds
In this forbidden and haunting harmony
Oh, quickly tie me to the mast!
I know that I cannot hope to outlast
This onslaught of glorious ruthlessness
Lovely ballad of tender loneliness
Sail away, speedy vessel, and fast!
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Bleak
In dreams you see all your hopes, beautiful things, and the one you love
most of all invades your dreams.
And in a second all you hate and fear, come to the vision of thy dream's eyes,
and are cast into the shadows of a nightmare, frantically you try to find
your way back to where you once where before.
Just as all things grow dim, you wake up and realize it was not a dream,
it is your LIFE...
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LONELY OL' RIDE
Sheila Webster-Heard
The cigarette smoke. The foot tapping of impatient feet.
Waiting for that ride. The ride where we all meet.
Though silent when we get on, our faces sing a song.
They tell of many journeys. Some of which were long.
That lonely, lonely train ride. It's never a happy one, no time.
It forces us to remember. It forces old thoughts fresh on our mind.
I'd give anything to ride Greyhound. I'd give anything to fly.
I'd take my thoughts to another world. I'd pretend reality wasn't a lie.
But, as I look out at the L-view, all I'm forced to see, is that same reality of my life, which I really don't want to be.
That lonely ol' hurtin' train ride.
As it shoots like a star towards it's home,
leaves me somewhere between here and there in a place I don't really belong.
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my wall
hello, oh good friend
never will offend
the silence i am making
to surround me, to keep him from taking
what i call my own
i protect what i like, i love a lot
nothing compares, or have you forgot
what we have got isn't here
it's now only what we had, now so bare
lovely, twisted, and forgotten
that i loved you and all we have been
is it that we remember to hate
or that we forget to love?
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old voices
I listened,
straining to get each word,
hardly audible,
but the message was very clear
Each one I asked gave the same reply,
some never actually saying it,
dancing around it,
yet the emotion still shone through
I asked one person,
What wisdom would you like to share?
the response was
All of this has been a mystery,
spent figuring out how and why,
the riddle was solved long before any of us,
but we still look
No matter or material is the answer
We are the earth and sky,
we are each a piece of heaven,
created of a continuos love,
called life.
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You love me in a killing way
Only my hand, waving desparately for help,
Is left above water
You wave back, and laugh,
And then you push me back under for more
You have no idea how many times
I have come close to my last breath
I choke on salt water
And see your gleaming face above me
I hear your muffled laugh again
You think I'm superwoman
That I "can take it"
I'll take your humor to my grave
Let me sink
I'd rather die quickly now than be tortured,
My neck caught in your tow line
You think it's funny to see me dangle this way
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HANDS THAT COULD
The hands that could wash, nurture and plow
Were the same hands that had the strength to lift three small children from
their dreams, in the middle of the night to flee the enemy, yes those were
the hands that rocked those children to sleep on the train barefoot in the snow
And the belonged to my great-grandmother
The hands that could type, file and care were the same hands that could perform
well in a firm and keep two children and a husband in line
And those belong to my beloved grandmother
The hands that could cook, clean, wash and massage are the same hands that
could run a small business and take care of a child
Yes those hands so able, could also wipe my tears away gently
And they belong to my mother
Three women with hands that could
An example set for me by these three brave souls
I look down and think if my hands can
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I woke up, in the dead of night
to the sounds of the cool wind blowing through the leaves in mid-fall
everything i have questioned up to this point
comes swirling around my head like waves
breaking on the ocean
all the fire of youth ,the passion and pride, pain and comfort
all in one fell swoop came crashing on me like hail, snow, and earthquakes
i am all alone
only the night can deliver me from my silent scream
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With the new moon,
Comes the new rising sun.
Then the rain,
The lightning,
The floods
and a new love.
In white
Peace!
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Dead Poet
The silhouette crouches on the verge of a pale horizon
Outlined by a faint light... Betrayed by that very light
Outlined by all that he was supposed to be
Set apart, sent to the edge of a horizon that he did not wish to see
Ever looking back this lonely boy longs for his redemption
A redemption he can never win, for he cannot speak
Quietly this boy is pushed past the edge of their horizon
To his death he falls
All that could never be
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A Dream...
I open my eyes to bright sunlight shining through the window
As the sun warms my skin I think of you
I feel your arm circling my waist
And your hand as you caress the small of my back
Your heartbeat dancing in rhythm with mine, I feel your love
Warm, passion filled and gratified, I awake with a smile
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"Eulogy"
I am shrouded by darkness
And you restrict me, guide me
blind me with your thought controlling harness
Why am I letting this hurt me again?
"His voice was silenced by indecision
But did anyone really care? We are quick
To judge you for your thoughts or religion."
When did it start? Will it ever end?
Answer me! Would you? Will you die
For the punching bag you dubbed as, "friend?"
"Does anyone have anything to
Say on behalf of the deceased?"
No.. you didn't.. I knew you wouldn't
"Can we go home?"
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The Runner
by John Yeomans
With painful step she climbs the stairs
A car crash several months ago
Determination in her eyes
Strength amid the many cares
So active she had been before
Fleet of foot and quick to turn
Her brave face does not hide the strain
She must regain herself once more
Many mile she came that day
For business, home and family
And many more she had to go
Before her rest, or would she stay
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Think about where you're going. . .
Now think about where you've been. . .
Feel like you're going around in circles?
You probably are.
Because we've been there before, even though we may never have been.
And if we've never been, we never will be,
Because we are where we are and we will be where we will be.
But we're not here, we're there, and we're not there,
But we're everywhere.
John
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A Night Swim
Stolen water under cover of night
A mix of fright and reckless abandon
Wear the dare like a necklace of shells
and dive in head first...
Wonder about the noise water makes
In your ears, off the walls
Cliffs tall and echoing calls of
Crickets and sea lions
And sirens singing to the stars
Rise up from the waves
Adventure craves a statue like you
A monolith wet and gleaming
Salty cold and heroic
Skin pale and blurred with the moon's halo
Lick your lips and taste life
Shake your limbs, dripping fins
Emerge on the shore like a newborn
New and knowing and aware!
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As I remember you....
I hear the wind chimes as they ring late into the nite
and the air weaves its way through the leaves on the trees
Like you wove yourself around my heart and into my life
Soon the wind becomes still....
and there are no more lost notes in the nite
and I remember you
Yet there is only silence to remind me you are gone
and I have never heard a more desolate song in my life
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Listen to Your Heart
God communicates with us, but the question is are you opening up
your ears to hear.
She is one with us so please never fear.
For fear is just F-False, E-evidence, that A-appears, to be R-Real
And you would know this by meditating and learning to be still
By following your heart and trusting your inner self
By being a light unto others so they can receive help
In doing so, you will find that nothing is forver or ever remains the same
Through the process you will see the journey for which you came
So when you pray do your best not to supplicate
Instead thank the Lord for each full day and learn to appreciate
Remember dear children of God that togetherness takes one
So put love in your heart first and the rest is bound to come.
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One Mortal's Rage.
No! I won't take the pain anymore.
I won't take the deafening silence any longer.
I won't take Faith in the flapping of a butterfly wings.
And when I look at your crucifix all is see blood. Why?
I won't take your Son's death as sign of love.
I won't take a war-torn orphans cries as lesson well learned.
I won't take the anguish cries of Gaia as sign of the righteous.
And how many more must suffer and be humiliated in your Light before you rewrite the Plan?
I won't whisper my prayers to the vacuous wind and the cryptic shadows anymore.
I won't offer my salvation to the pearly white clouds any longer.
I won't go to Hell for my thoughts, for they are my own.
And maybe I'll find peace in the Void between the planes?
Dear God, I ask you now to answer my pleas with a few simple answers.
Why the pain? Why hide behind your own blinding light?
And if not, at least strike me down for my blasmpheous ranting.
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Black
Black is the color of night
Emptiness, Nothingness, Alone
Black is the color of Death, Dying
Chaos, Desolation, Endings
Grey
Grey is the color of Twilight
Twilight of Dawn, Twilight of Dusk
Dusk, Grey, Almost at an end
Almost Black, Almost Nothing, Almost Night
Dawn, Grey, Almost Beginning
Almost White, Almost Full, Almost Day
White
White is the color of Day
Fullness, Substance, Togetherness
White is the color of Birth, Purity
Order, Thriving, Beginnings
Rainbow
The Rainbow is the colors of Love.
~Rob...
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THE STRUGGLE
OBED M.D.
Contemplation's intellectual
notions bisexual
Implanted in my mind
by the vilest of all time
Satan, the angel of light
Lucifer, against whom we fight
And so I arm myself
in God's armor I dress myself
the only way to health
So I lift up my hand
In praises to HIM
who can defeat the god of this land
with the movement of His chin
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REMEMBER THE REMINISCING OF TIME GONE BY
WHEN I WAS BORN I BEGAN TO DIE.
SLOWLY BUT SURELY IN A GRAVE I WOULD LIE.
YOU SHOULD ALREADY BE PREPARED FOR MY DEPARTURE,
SO WHEN IT COMES I DON'T WANT YOU TO CRY.
YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU SO WHAT ELSE SHOULD I SAY.
I GUESS I CAN JUST REMINISCE, DO YOU REMEMBER OUR WEDDING DAY?
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN OUR DAUGHTER WAS BORN. I RECALL IT WAS
THE TWENTY-SIXTH OF MAY.
SHE HAS GROWN UP SO BEAUTIFULLY.
SHE NOW HAS HER OWN LIFE AND AN EVER-GROWING FAMILY.
MY LIFE HAS BEEN SOMETHING WONDERFUL.
I THINK MY HEART FAILED BECAUSE IT WAS SO FULL.
NOW IT'S TIME TO SAY FAREWELL, GOODBYE.
IT HAS BEEN GREAT SO I PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT CRY.
I WILL BE STRONG BECAUSE I KNOW I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN.
ONE DAY YOUR LIFE HERE ON EARTH WILL ALSO END.
SOMETHING BETTER NOW AWAITS ME.
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, MAJESTIC, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE.
MY TIME IS OVER TELL MY DAUGHTER THAT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER AND THAT I WILL
STILL WATCH OVER HER.
COULD YOU DO ME ONE LAST FAVOR.
IT IS VERY IMPORTANT SO PLEASE DON'T SAY LATER.
COULD YOU PLEASE WAIT WITH ME UNTIL I CLOSE MY EYES AND
WANDER OFF TO DREAMLAND.
I CAN NOW SEE THE DARK MAN WHO WAITS PATIENTLY FOR ME WITH SICKLE IN HAND.
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My last call.
Love me as I love you
Want me as I want you
Need me as I need you
Take me, make me yours forever and ever
You are my only home, let me live in you
Let me come inside your heart and soul
Be my guardian, be my guide, be my man
Let me be your endless well of love and care
I need you to hold me so strong that my heart beat will blend with yours
I need to hear your voice and your laugh and your breath
I need to get lost into the depth of your eyes
I need to touch you once again and die
You, the only one who put meanings and colors and sounds in my soul
You, my dreams and my hopes and my prayers
You, my only light in the darkness that surrounds me
You, my tenderness and my lust, my last call...
But You don't answer me anymore...you are gone.
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A Masterpiece So Fine
Donald D. Campbell (copyright ©1999)
Through these eyes his heart beat leaps,
Intertwined in mind, for her love to seek.
Piercing that sparkle that makes it so real,
A woman with love, so much to feel.
Deeply inside she lights the path,
For him to follow to her heart steadfast.
His soul is drawn close to her heart,
The warmth therein, a creation of art.
They join in spirit to hold a brush,
Bristles displaying colors so plush.
A scene unfolds with a message that beams,
As two in love paint their dreams.
The finished product, a masterpiece so fine,
For all to seek, with eyes to pine.
It was their eyes that drew them so close,
And found eternity with love to engross.
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Henpecked
John Yeomans
It was really that he didn't say
What he should have said
Than what he said was incorrect
That's something else instead
What he should have said he knew
She always let him know
No excuse would help this time
He got it wrong she told him so
When would he get it right for once
Like Bill and George and Jack
Now they really knew their stuff
She told them too behind his back
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here is a man without a soul
He has a humorless face, free from expression
He tries to disguise himself, but gives up shortly after
By this he gains my sympathy
He roams the earth
Looking for one of his own
One who shares his likeness
He is cast out from society
With no place to go
He sits alone in an empty room
Yearning for something to make him whole
Pleading for a feeling he has yet to know
Ric
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Are you from Heaven up above
Send by God for me to love
At night upon my bed I laid
I thought I wished I hoped I prayed
That one day you'd be here with me
If only God would look and see
I didn't mean to cause such pain
God cried his tears they're in the rain
I know God is forgiving and that's why I say
he sent you to be with me today.
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: Echoes and Ripples.
There can be no mistake.
We are the Chosen, the Souled.
We are after all made in His image.
We are the pinnacle of Life.
And to falter, fold or fail would be a contradiction in his Name.
Wouldn't It?
Time was made so that we could be Tested.
We traveled the Void so that we could learn.
All lessons will make us stronger.
In the After Life we well be enriched with are experience.
Choose wisely and know paradise, choose wrongly and know wormwood's wraith for eternity.
There is a Plan, made by God.
A Plan that encompassed every inch of the universe that we know.
A Plan that details everything to the smallest subatomic particle.
A Plan that defines are existence.
A Plan that Angels died for.
And to defy that Plan is to defy your second birth.
Some would say, "So be It."
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The people are dancing,
While the others are prancing,
and the thoughts of romancing,
is not here tonight.
We move all around,
As to float on the ground,
and there is no sound,
Creeping along here tonight.
There is no walking,
and the people stop talking,
As soon as the insects start stalking,
The fear of loneliness tonight.
The people are dancing,
While the others are prancing,
and the thoughts of romancing,
exists not, here tonight.
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: "Breathe Fire"
I've got to dance
Or life is wasted.
Forget this farce called magic,
Make it music.
Move
And be moved,
Unabashedly singing,
Reminding every moment
That you live,
That you love
Forever
Breathing fire.
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- Valediction-
You left
Forgetting your socks
As the night settled in.
I couldn't help but wonder
What you were looking at
When the sun sunk low
And the air that came by
For an early evening chat
Brushed your hair in your eyes
Between muttered farewells
And clumsy hugs and caresses.
You spoke
Of the news that traveled from town
I apologized for not listening
When you asked me for my views.
I couldn't help but notice
You seemed a little cold
So I offered you my jacket
With the sheddings of my grief.
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TRAIN RIDE
Copyright 1998 © Jackie Ortiz - Miami, Florida. All Rights Reserved.
Riding on a train I can't control
Looking back on a life I can't let go
Hidden in the night is a road that never ends
It's in this darkness I know this ride will never end
If I could find the key to my haunted past
I'd forsake the hands of a madman whom in time
Drove me mad
And as the mysteries of my past keeps haunting me
The wreckage of my dreams keeps calling me
Never losing the feelings that my sorrow will turn to
Happiness
It would be amazing to see where this road will end
And all the things I've done to myself
I know that someday they'll be a distanced memory
But until then I'll stay on this train ride that never ends
HOME
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Untitled
it is
To exist by feel
To grope in the dark for something solid
Something to keep you from falling
To drown in kisses
And swim in tears
Your essence
trembling at the simplest touch.
To pass out of existence in this world
And into another
Where only you exist.
Where images are conjured by your mind
Not your mechanical eyes.
Night revered, the gentle twilight
Falling over your sight
Like a velvet pillow
Gently smothering your breath.
To die softly...
So that life and reality after
Seem violent and painful.
Memories may take you there,
But you can only peer through the glass
Like seeing a reflection in a lake...
You can't touch it...
It will only ripple away.
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MISSING YOU
BPT
Salt water drops of loneliness,
scramble down an expressionless face
However surrounded by endless company
Not so much a reservation about the past,
more so a reaction to the expectation of the future
We are a species in need of one another,
a look, a word, a touch
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
If beholder's held their tongues,
The world would be a better place today.
If the beholders held their tongues,
I might not feel this way.
If the beheld became the beholders,
What do you think they'd see?
If the beheld became the beholders,
Would they find more beauty in me?
If beholders took the time to think,
Of what they say before its said,
If beholders took the time to think,
In place of defeat, I'd have courage instead.
So all you beholders just remember,
That words can hurt so much.
And all you beholders just remember,
Instead of a critic, be a helpful crutch.
But most of all you must never forget,
That beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
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Liquid Life
Liquid life
Pours from her vain
Into my glass
I watch it drain
Red like the roses
That will cover her grave
For later to savor
This wine I save
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My love for you is stronger than the beauty
of a rose. And your beauty can make a mans
rough edges soften like its petals , and melt
at your sweet scent that reminds him of a
rose.
Copyright Thomas Hammond 1999
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: Ugly Duckling
Gone inside again to the place I hide,
All this pain I feel.
Where I love no-one,
And no-one loves me.
The only place I can run.
Free to hide from you.
The first smile is always a thorn,
In my side skin torn.
Blood rushing but not out,
Filling me with the wanting I feel for you,
And this scares me deeper,
Because I don't think I could ever get you.
I wish I could bottle this up forever,
But then again I want to know.
I never get over the rush,
Of this new crush.
Seeing you everyday I can,
Just to see if you say what I need to hear.
You are so pretty to me,
I wish I had the nerve to speak up,
To say what I know I want to,
But then I only get what I deserve,
And I don't feel I deserve you,
Because I am not on your level.
I feel ugly in your eyes,
When I see them glance in my direction.
And I wish I could hide myself,
So that I won't feel the pain,
That low esteem leaves me.
I'm not like the other guys.
I wish to be handsome,
But I don't think I am.
I wish to be stronger,
But I'm not.
I wish I was better than them,
But I think I am so much lower.
I know I have a big heart,
And can love forever,
But does that mean I deserve,
Anyone to be with.
I can't be beautiful,
I can only wonder,
And wish you could love this Ugly duckling
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Little One
Little thorn in my side,
Stuck deep into me.
Blood of anger pours out,
As you play with my mind.
Little angel in the light,
Smiling sweetly at me.
So darling a face,
I think maybe you do no wrong.
Little devil in the night,
Her horns stick into me.
Bringing all the pain,
That a crush can inflict.
Little fantasy that I see,
Why are you so,
Seemingly unapproachable.
I just want to be with you.
Little nightmare your are.
Why did you cause this in my head.
Branding your image in my mind.
Leaving my wanting something I can't ask for.
Left lonely inside,
By my little one.
Who I feel thing I try to hide,
But I am failing badly.
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You ignore me because i'm not part of ignorance and your blood doesn't flow through my veins
And because my mother's the classiest of kind while intelligence runs through my brain
You cut your eyes at my brown-sugared skin and you grind your teeth at my please
You swing your hips at my announced entrance as you ignore your inner jealousy
You cup your ears to the sound of my glory which you will never gain
And to the hearts that laugh at your rejection which leaves your heart with pain
Why must you speak the words of evil onto your brother's soul
Maybe pride is non-existent to you and left to fight alone
Why must you repay kindness with evil and follow the anger's path
For it'll only leave you in misery and i'll be the last one to laugh
-Crystal
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A Journey
Leaving in a car to where?
To a choice, a future with nobody there.
A face, a hand grasping in the air,
Only if she knew how much I care.
Glittering buildings, money falling from the sky.
Is this what life's about? Is this why I try?
Connected by a fine line with X's and O's,
We went through many highs and lows.
Going in a car to where?
To a choice, a future with somebody there.
A face, a hand, next to mine,
We now realize the gift of time.
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SILENCE
overwhelming, engulfing
PAIN
familiar, dear
LOVE
lost, forgotten
all a part of my reality
shaping me through the years
PEIRCE ME
BLEED ME
KILL ME
DEATH
silence, overwhelming
QUESTION REALITY
QUESTION AUTHORITY
QUESTION WHY
WHY I LIVE
WHY I BREATHE
WHY I CRY.
nikki olson
12-28-96
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Wednesday 21 April 1999
A lost soul
A lost soul I am...
Searching to belong, to be recognize
Seeking for a place to be welcome
Within souls as mine, to feel safe for the first time
Always outcast, so alone...
My existence was denied from the day I was born
The ones I loved and trusted abused my innocence
My kindness has been used until it is drying up
People say " You are not of us "
So many times claimed " You are too much "
A stranger seedling in my own kind
I am trying and trying but falling down.
YAM~
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Dancing with Angels
I'm heading home again, to dance among the angels
and be taken by green pastures
that i had known so well.
War is cold,
and long,
and desperate,
and this fight is not one i believe in.
To believe in anything,
is beyond my ability.
This smile is fake,
and the drugs no longer give the peace they once did,
and night seems more friendly than day.
I long for those simplier days:
of ponies,
and puppies,
and dancing with my angels.
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My Camaro
My Camaro is so fast,
from the golden stripes to the chromed up pipes,
the pipes are so loud ,when I rev them up,
the earth shakes as I pump the tunes
as if this car will ever die.
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Together in May
The love of my life is so far away,
all I have is dreams for these lonely days.
I can still hear her voice, I can hear her say,
"Please don't leave me, please don't go away."
Oh my love how I wish I could've stayed,
but I had to come back and be here today,
now my return is for which we prey,
for us to be together, together in May.
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Lost In Your Arms
By: Missy Bradford
As I lay inside these arms of yours
It is as if I am complete
My unseen edges piece together with the perfect stitch.
I place my hand on your cherub face
Watching you lay peacefully lost inside your dreams
Your skin so delicately smooth, which feels like satin against my flesh
Wondering if thoughts of me dance through your head in your sleep tonight
Feeling safe inside your arms
I rest my eyelids, and curl in closer to this man I love so much
Gradually sliding into my dreams filled with thoughts of you tonight.
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WORLD REVIEW
BY CIPRIANO OLIVAS
As I look at the world with wary eyes
I turn around and start to cry
I see the prodigal son has returned
Happiness is gone and good memories are burned
The world's blazing of emptiness and hate
Only to this can some relate
But, I can see through and above it all
I am still at times surprised and appalled
How overruled the world is by hate
How innocent people meet terrible fates
Who is the creator of this mess
Who gave us this endless stress
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HOLD ME TIGHT, SQUEEZE ME CLOSE
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT THE MOST
I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, JUST SHOW SOME TENDERNESS
AND YOU'LL GO FAR
KISS MY LIPS, STROKE MY HAIR
PLEASE DON'T MOVE, STAY RIGHT THERE
TELL ME WHO YOU ARE, WHAT YOU'VE DONE
JUST DON'T TELL ME THAT I'M THE ONE
WHEN WE'RE DONE YOU DON'T HAVE TO STAY
YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE ME PAST THIS DAY
FOR NOW...JUST HOLD ME
FOR TONIGHT...JUST LOVE ME
THAT'S ALL I WANT, THAT'S ALL I ASK
SO I CAN FORGET THAT WHICH IS PAST
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Two or One?
By Jenny Woodrome
When two people come together
And they become one
Their lives take on a meaning
That will never come undone
They touch each other's soul
In a way that's new to man
And they will stay together
Though all things may come to end.
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You're my angel to hold 'till I take my last breath,
You're the fire that gives my heart light,
You're the sun when inside of me there is a storm,
You're the star in my sky every night.
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"That girl"
I am not that girl
The one who leaves you wanting
Keeps you calling
Sends spilling from your mouth and mind
Every glory
Every element bleeding how you love her
Until she breaks you
And you'll break me
I am not that girl
Neither is she
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Falling
By Amanda Price...
Too fast-running blind,
Need you all the time,
Never dreamed that you'd be mine.
Now love is surely caught,
In the cracks,
Of my heart.
Could it be I'm falling?
Thinking of you,
And my heart skips a beat,
And have a smile.
If my lips,
Were to betray my heart,
And told the truth...
I would say I'm falling.
If my eyes,
Betray my soul,
When you search them...
Do you sense the need inside me calling?
And if I spoke the words,
A gentle whisper in your ear...
Would I reach the heart of you?
Could you dry these lonely tears?
If my lips betray my heart,
And if my eyes betray my eyes,
Then you already know I've fallen.
And if my lips,
Were to speak the truth,
It is your name,
They would be calling.
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"FROZEN"
BY: MARY BETH PAPISAN
Hopeless
Useless
Powerless Pain-
A constant reminder
of things i know
i'll never do again-
Memories gone
but not too far,
or not far enough-
Pain of Love
not quite grown
into the tree it should have been
from the still budding seed
Forever
Frozen in time
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A Poem for Garry Lavelle
By Marina Lavelle
I am privileged to call you Brother and Friend
Your gentle kindness and loyalty would never bend
You shared with me my moments of greatest laughter
And in my moments of deepest fear it was you who made me feel better
The essence of the love you gave so freely was always apparent
To my children you were more than an Uncle, more like a Parent
Your joy for life was like a ray of sunshine coming through a cloudy day
Darkest times could not suppress your contagious smile, you always showed us the way
You asked us not to shed tears for you, to tell of the times we shared
Memories bring us happiness and pain, I hope you are proud of how we faired
You left your mark so deeply on my life, I can not contain my love for you
I will forever hear your last words to me, "Hey kid I love you too"
----------------------------
Brandy
i've had a dog since I was one,
and when I move she starts to run
She's blonde, white, brown and kinda red,
with polka dot socks and a stripe on her head
Her nose is black just like her toes
her eyes are dark and her tongue is rose
And when i invite a friend to stay
She's bark and bark through out the day
But now she's blind and cannot hear
She's old and lazy and sleeps in fear
Now I wish that she'll get all better
cause i miss my puppy that cute, mixed setter!
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Expressin' love
by Eddy Gutierrez
Love isn't messages from a friend
or lyrics off a song,
Love isn't words on paper
or sounds off the phone,
Love is when you're face to face
revealing your emotions from the heart alone.
"Love does exist wherever friendship is!"
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PEACE OF MIND
Going up and down these roads not knowing where they lead
Looking along the by-ways knowing there's something that I need
A feeling deep inside myself knowing something is just not there
How much longer can I look, how much more can I bare
Then I see the wondrous thing, a bright and glorious light
It's like a beacon shining on a dark and moonless night
And I hear a golden voice asking me to mourn my child no more
For she's a beautiful angel helping to watch Heaven's door
The voice slowly fades away but the light still shines in my heart
Knowing that my child has such an important part
I still miss my little girl but I know she's no longer mine
And I thank the LORD above for giving me what I could not find
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Remembering
Heather Taylor
Tears fall from my eyes when I thing of you,
You left so sudden didn't even give us a clue.
I wish I could go back and tell you how I feel
But I know your not completely gone, for you'll always be in my heart.
We went through some good times, and quite a few bad ones too
but I'll always remember the little things that made you you!!
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Prediction
Look out beyond these faces,
and you'll see the haunting traces- of something you cannot describe.
Where light turns to dark,
and battle makes its mark- it will dominate any man.
As time passes by,
no matter how hard we try- nothing can stop it.
Where war grounds soaked with blood
mix with souls covered in mud-we kill ourselves and each other.
The government loses control,
and we plunge deeper into that hole- of death and forget.
The people not consumed by the rage
hide in a cage- where they tattoo themselves with visions and predictions of hell to come.
We don't realize our sins
and God shows a grin- as humankind comes to an end.
(what, me cynical? }:o)
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: I am a daisy girl,
'cause that's all I want to be.
A little white daisy,
quiet in the grass,
still and soft all the time.
I can feel the sun shining on me,
and the warm breeze around me,
making me flutter for a moment.
I can see clouds in the sky,
the cool earth beneath me,
and my daisy lover nearby.
Everything is warm and still
No people or words,
just this little world.
And when the winter comes,
I will lay myself down and die.
No rush, no fear, no pain.
Yes, I am a daisy girl.
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Thoughts from a lonely table
I was sitting in a chair.
I wasn't comfortable,
I wasn't warm.
I was trying to think
Trying to remember
what love felt like.
I think for three seconds
I remembered.
In a few seconds,
I remembered.
How warm and
Soft,
and safe
I felt in your arms.
As fast as I remembered
I forgot.
Sitting alone in my chair.
Again.
Deanne
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All along the beach the winds blow
It's all just one big show
To feel the winds with such a magical touch
I don't see how anyone could expect so much
If you can see the artwork the evening night brings
It's one of earth's greatest things
To hear the birds and the sounds of the sea
They may mean nothing to you
But they mean beauty to me
So next time you stroll along the beach
Take a look listen and feel to what you may reach
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CHISELED IN MY MIND
Running through the blood stained halls
innocent souls dropping at my side
knowing full well of the devils in disguise
destruction of life their solemn intention
they wrote of that on a page
along with detailed instructions
for their instruments of rage
the influence of a madman
whose masochistic brain has long been dead
sent psychopathic messages
to scramble in their head
hearing the thundering of the crowd
roar from up above
seeking safety in a corner
and rocking to and fro
blinded by fear
with no exit which to go
all things will pass and this will too
I whisper to my self as I glance down below
blood spattered on my jeans
from a girl I used to know
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Pressure
It's that lurch in my stomach
That invisible weight on my shoulders
The million thoughts of what I have to do
Racing incoherently through my mind
The strain of having to be one precise way
Pushing myself to be perfect
Not allowed to snap
Have to do everything right
Can't neglect anything
Everything has to be perfect
No errors
It all piles up like tremendous bricks
Clouding my mind
Weighing my down
Making me fall
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At First Glance
Look beyond my blinding stare of boredom,
beyond the walls I build between us and
the bridges i break.
Look beyond my cynicism, my silence,
my tendency to blame, beyond the
moral inconsistencies of my
methods.
Look beyond my hesitation to need you,
and my inability to understand that
you need me.
Look beyond my sarcastic smile and my
constant cowardice.
Just look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Submitted by: Tiffany Silva
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ITS ALL IMAGINATION
the charcoal strands of multi-colored darkness
float precariously into nothingness.
the oblivion of lover's toils
wind along the empty trail,
the kiss a brilliance of pure imagination.
its a world swimming in cloudy white,
demanding and unfulfilling.
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Noontime in the realm of hate and lust.
Half-past twelve and bravery is a must.
One o'clock, the heat chars the ground.
Half-past one and the flowers have withered to brown.
Straight up two, the wise take shelter.
Half-past two, on the brink is helter skelter.
Three PM, the smart ones have all left.
Half-past three, of love the terrain is bereft.
Four in the afternoon, steam rises from the lake.
Half-past four and all lives are at stake.
Five on the dot, the daylight is fading fast.
Half-past five, one wonders if the horror will last.
Six in the evening; the day is at an end.
Half-past six, now the real terror begins.
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Nothing Left...
words and music written by Mike Reyes
Singer/Guitarist for Subordination
I am caught between two minds,
Heaven and hell always occupy my time.
And though I am still feeding off your lies,
I hate to think that one day we will die.
But now there's nothing left of what I used to be,
And now you'll never know just what you mean to me.
And well I guess I should just go on my way,
But now there's nothing left, nothing more to say.
We run, but still we cannot hide,
And I hate to think that this is our only life.
And I still wish that I could stay,
But all of my feelings just seem to fade away.
But now there's nothing left of what I used to be,
And now you'll never know just what you mean to me.
And well I guess I should just go on my way,
But now there's nothing left, nothing more to say.
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THINKING OF YOU
I think of you everyday but do you think of me
I talk to you everyday but do you already see
I used to have this thing for you a long time ago
But know it seems to be coming back for why I do not know
I know I'm just one of the hundreds of girls you talk to everyday
And deep down inside I think you feel the same way
I know it's probably pathetic to think this thought
But for know this is the thing I got to keep my hopes up
That someday hopefully you will feel the same way
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"The Day I Spoke Of"
I spoke to the devil the other day.
He showed me a sign and I began to pray.
I saw visions of my loved ones,
And visions of the ones.
The demons in me taunt me to act.
The angel in me keeps me in tact.
I never did cry. I am only a man.
Just leave it to me.I do what I can.
I want to fly away and never come back
Or die all alone, before they attack.
Evil spirits come to me from time to time.
On the evil ones the sun will shine.
The day I spoke of shall not shrine.
Ruben Alvarado '99
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No Guarantee
There might be a love knocking at your door
That you might want to explore
Something you might love down to the core
And something that might mean much more
I hope you know that
There's no Guarantee
There's no Guarantee that the next time something nice comes
along will hear your plea
He might drink your love like a cup of tea
He might hit it and split and that will be the end of thee
and then you will see that there's no Guarantee
So don't let the color of my skin
Make our love come to a end
Because there's one thing I want to do
I want to love you
And help you see everything through
And our love will always stay true
And there is nothing for you I wouldn't do
>From when the sky is dark or blue
And if you got a chance clap your hands and boo
Because nothing's ever a Guarantee to you
NO GUARANTEES!
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Into the Darkness
An inconvenience of palatable illness
seems, at times, to be
forever etched into the darkens,
that I receive through moments of pain...
...and I sleep.
The colors of my agitation
bring me to believe that I am scared
to believe who I am
or what I am here for...
...and I believe.
Life begins so inconstant
it does not allow myself to consider
my passion that boils down inside,
my lust that alleviates my pain...
...and I know
Evil cries in echoes of pain
that rings through my mind,
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I wonder every once in a while
What draws me closer to you
Is it the words that you speak
Or the cute things you always do,
Neither of us is a millionaire
Money could never buy the love that I feel
But there's something that sticks out about us
To bring me the confidence, this time it's real,
It's the one thing that no one else
Has ever shown me in times before
That no one could ever replace
The one thing that helps me be sure,
It's not something that you can put in my hand
Or that thing that you say in my ear
It's what makes me smile every day I wake
And sometimes why I shed a tear,
That something I see when I look in your eyes
That I feel when we're in the same room
That makes my heart dance every time that you're near
The reason I know...will always be you
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"Goodbye"
This shall be my last goodbye.
No more tears will I shed.
This shall be my last goodbye.
The saddest word I've ever said.
But since this word has passed my lips,
I have made it happy.
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Somewhere in Cambridge
I've walked a thousand miles
Just to look into your eyes again
And still I walk
And yet your soul eludes me.
Four years of hell,
Searching for my sanity,
Through patient summers and winters
Full of lonely dreams.
Just to fill this emptiness,
I would wade through torments
Even more severe.
You don't know how much I'd give
To see your smile again
And this never ceasing pain
In the beating of my heart
Only reminds all the more
Of the comfort of your arms.
"Tell me that you love me,"
And the wind whispers gently
All for my love.
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"mom"
You say you love me, well if that's true, why are you acting this way?
It's hard for me to understand, so what am I supposed to say?
You hurt me when you me, you hurt me when you lie.
But you hurt me most of all when you walked out the door with no goodbye.
I don't know what to say to you, I don't know what to do.
You were the one I always ran to, but now I'm running from you.
I tried, but you pushed me away, it wasn't my fault at all.
Well I hope you're happy now that I'm gone. Your high came from my fall.
This is an ongoing battle, you'll just have to understand.
You'll have to learn to play the game, some how it's all God's plan.
We have to compromise, this is a 50/50 thing.
Don't even try to argue, that's how it's going to be.
It doesn't matter what you say or what you do.
The only thing that matters is what I feel for you.
So if you're ever angry and you feel the need to scream.
I only ask one thing of you, please don't take it out on me!
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Lost in the darkness with the sorrows to bear
And seen in my visions were dreams to be
For of my desire there is weakness within
And my heart cries for my soul to be free
For my thirst is the quest of my daily tasks
And my strength is that not to be found
For my spirit searches for the breath of life
And my victory lies in the light to be seen
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Written are my words from the spirit they flow
And seen is my wisdom for the words are pure
For my tasks are that which was given in love
And my truth is the destiny of each day past
For tomorrow is only the wisdom of that today
And my dreams are the visions yet to be seen
For all the world has witnessed my dreams
And my words shall be the testament to see
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One More time Luckey
Riding on a pony tonight,
he rode past my window out of sight.
Every night he rides,
out there by the tides.
Each time with a different soul,
each hoof pound like a thunder role.
He never stops; never looks this way,
he continues like a horse starving for hay.
I know that one day he will come for me,
and carry me to the endless sea.
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2 Hearts
Paul Kirker Jr.
A thousand eyes may catch you in your weakest state.
A thousand smiles may make you forget the past.
A thousand hearts can beat to the same rythym,
but only one heart can make our live's complete.
The heartbeat of 2 in love can destroy any war and
famine while parting any ocean with just a whim.
2 hearts beating in unison, one dream, spreading warmth
and love until those 2 hearts, make 3.
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How It Is
by R.J. Kim
Stronger than the crashing waves,
it endures longer then stone.
Caresses like the gentle breeze,
it sets my soul afire.
Softer than an infant's skin,
as precious as a babe's joyous smile.
Worth more than a king's ransom,
as priceless as my own soul.
Inspired words it brings to this soul unworthy,
inspired visions to make the heart weep.
It sings a song of such exquisite beauty,
tells a tale so few can comprehend.
It's brilliance is brighter than the jewels of velvet night,
it's magnificence greater then all of Earth's hidden treasures.
Even the boundaries of the universe does it surpass,
more wonders does it have to be unveiled.
It gives my spirit wings,
to soar above the great blue expanse.
It's influence so deep,
it delves the fathoms of my heart's well.
It overflows like the Lord's blessings,
my heart the cup.
Through my veins does it flow,
throughout my being, my whole.
The cherub sent let loose three arrows.
over the miles, straight and true.
Thrice struck, thrice afflicted,
thrice felled, yet thrice blessed.
Once struck for her beauty that rocks my soul.
Twice struck for her personality, oh how it enchants me so.
And struck thrice for destiny.
Our past.
The present.
What future to come.
This is the riddle of my essence,
the enigma of my core.
The answer
that drives me so
is my love
for you
Liz
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KITTY
kitty,
punctured lizard barely breathing,
between her teeth it dies.
selfish,
thinking life is hers for taking,
her joy is his demise.
sated,
power fills her little ego,
no tear is in her eyes.
finished,
drops the lizard on the doormat,
and there his carcass lies.
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I want to run away
to leave thus urine soaked hell hole of a life I lead
of a life I lead
I go on day by day cursing life, hating to live, loving death
I want to run away, run away screaming, tear-blinded, going anywhere
but here
But when I try to leave
Bars and guards keep me here
But I still try and I will prevail
But I sit here
In this puddle of piss and wait for my turn to
leave.
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I Wish I Could Cry.
I wish I could cry
but tears won't come
emotions inside me
just won't stay calm
I'm bitter and lonely
but I'm not alone
the pain always with me
stays and hurts like my own
and yet it's not mine
it's alien to me
it came from a world
too distant to feel
a world I made up
to escape the no-fill
the emptiness, nothingness
growing around me
but I'm not alone
the not-mine pain
will never leave me
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Mary Jane
Your cheap thrill was Mary Jane.
Her filthy used gift to you was life in the fast lane.
I guess she wasn't enough to sedate your pain,
Because you soon went looking for bigger game.
When you tread I know you're tripping,
And that your mind is slowly slipping.
Into the darkness the light begins stripping.
Into the light the darkness begins ripping.
People your age have dreams of innocent lust.
Yours are of flying high and dancing with fallen angels in the dust.
People your age have homes filled with trust.
Yours is filled with hidden roaches and disgust.
The purple haze has ruined your brain.
Now it seems you only can gain,
Because all you've known has been devoured by the acid rain.
It was Mary Jane, who wore lots of lace,
That got you into this rat race.
Crack that stone mask from your face,
And let me be your saving grace.
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Love is like a Pet rock,
The first time you hold it you feel like never before,
but after a while, the new wears off and you feel differently about it.
you start to lose interest in it, so you throw it in the closet
It never disappears, and never goes away.
You Just forget about it, you leave it out of sight in the dark
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Fractal Thoughts
Complex complacence, abject adjacency,
Spirals onward, never ending,
Fractal thinking, condescending.
An abstract blade, dull to time and space,
Looking the same, upon every face,
Slashes reason, with cognition,
Burns down logic, quick ignition,
Cuts away all innovation,
With it's razor consternation.
Mirrored surface, not divined,
Gets no purchase, in my mind,
Self analytic, may'p hypocrital.
By Leland Bjerg
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THE HEART WANTS WHAT THE HEART WANTS
soft winds and rain, splash through murky days
the gloom of love so far from today
i wish so much for the touch and the warmth
as my lips part from yours
a million times in my thoughts
i've covered dozen thousands of miles
and crossed through depths of the sea
and searched every cave and hidden cavern
for your love which i seek
am i forever forsaken to sit and to wait
for what may never be mine???
a heart so cruel to be so blind
but which i so crave and would never betray
but now...as clicking of clock and beating of heart
pass each moment together, in a dreadful lonely grasp
it seems its all i shall have...
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Masquerade
Come play with me baby
Come dance in my light
With no inhibitions
No fuss and no fight
This world that we know
Where no boundaries exist
Where dreams are for living
And rules are a myth
Come dance with me baby
And catch me a star
On a crystal blue beach
In a place not so far.
Come to me baby
Say what you feel
Whisper you love me
I'll pretend that it's real.
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Old Man Sea
Old Man Sea
Whisper to me
The secrets of the ages
And the wisdom of the sages
Pundits and brilliancy
Old Man Sea
Sing sweetly to me
The songs of the balladeers
Ripe with joy and tears
Full of valiant bravery
Old Man Sea
Speak gently to me
Of battles and wars
Fought beyond the shores
Out on the field watery
Old Man Sea
Weep softly with me
For vessels in your depths
Those cruel vengless wrecks
The severing of humanity
Old Man Sea
Bid farewell to me
For I must return to land
There is great work at hand
But I shall tell them of thee
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Is This Humanity?
We live in a world of hatred and corruption.
The only way to protest is to be more hateful and corrupt.
Prejudice flows through the halls of schools.
Oh look, that person is dressed different
SHOOT HIM.
That person is acting different
KILL HIM.
Shut-up about mans inhumanity,
Because we are all the same,
Except some people act
Lets examine a persons mind
All it is is hatred with a bit of humanity.
We all deserve to pay for how we treat others.
I wish the human race would smarten up
And practice what it preaches
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In the sheltering dark
A thousand women relax their guards
We unfold ourselves
The dry sounds of feminine lingerie rustling
Like paper
We are origami dolls
We women,
Complex and fragile configurations
Pressed this way
& bent that.
The trick is,
Once unfolded we cannot so easily
Put ourselves back together again.
M.g. '99
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life is sad but yet joyful
life is something we can't understand
life is a story untold
life is colorful but still black and white
life is hot but sometimes cold
life is beautiful yet ugly
life is hopeful but never sure
life is unfair yet what is
life is never yielding and yet it stops
life is not forever because only God is
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standing at a phone booth
short on quarters
in the pouring rain
my dreams crashing in time with the thunder
you cant hear these tears for this rain
silenced, like screams under water, across this telephone wire
holding on to nothing
is hard sometimes
amazing the weight of empty spaces
when there are no words that come
conversation disconnected
for lack of pocket change
hanging up i wonder if it ever rains in your world
-Angela Tombs
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THE RIGHT MAN
How will I know what man is right for me?
Will an angel tell me
Will I see it in his eyes
Will I meet him in a store
Or is he coming to my door
With flowers in his hand
And a smile on his face
Will he sweep me away with his perfect charm
Or turn me off with his burning harm
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IRONY- BY FAEONI
i used to wear black, on my clothes my nails my eyes, and flannel, and be the butt of all the jokes, and i used to help my lab partner carve "metallica" into the table, and i used to carve into my skin with razors and smile at the bloody line, for fun, but i had hope then, i had hope.
now i dress form fitting, ironing out the wrinkles, and my friends hug and love me, and the boys cast flirtatious glances like well timed bullets, and i lotion my smooth legs and i have an important job and a plan for life, but i have no hope. no hope. this is irony
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Imagine, your world tinted purple. Whip cream rivers, chocolate skies, and lots of people with no cares. Violence is only a memory. Up on Frosty Hill sits Mr. Nowhere with no cares, no wishes, no dreams. he just sits there not wondering what's going to happen next.
Imagine, your world through the eyes of the sea. Seeing everything through reflection. Seeing everyone's true self. What all their wishes are. How wonderful to see the sea through reflection.
You wake up, and all you say was a dream. So wonderful to Imagine. I'm sorry to say that nobody's world is like that. It's still good to wish it was..
by: Joshua Galve
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