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the days seems to be deciduous remembrance

when i have a good thought

the pious days of friendship gone to but pretty noble

the days of shattered failures doesn't worth a word

when i found something coming over

the days debonaid for one good reason

but how was i to know

the days look inane to argue

but its imminent rumour

the odd days become even

when good look bad

the days are dynamic

but how to stop the emotions

those days become static

when they like to query me

the days contain pretty good words

when they have had an everlasting smile

o Almighty tht's why u gave me ur words

somedays are meant for u

somedays are meant for us

ON  THE  ROAD

BY  LIP  SAI  LIN

INSIDE  A  CONFINEMENT

THAT MOVED WITH  YOUR  DESTINATION

ROAD  EXTENDED  BEFORE  YOUR  EYES

GREENESS  STRETCHED  ON  YOUR  SIDES

MOUNTAINS  SUDDENLY  GAVE  WAYS 

BUT  BUILDINGS  STILL  FAR  AWAY

SOME  SPRINKLED  LIGHTS  BLINKING  TO  YOU

SILENT  TOLL  ASKED  FOR " TOUCH  AND  GO "

LOOKING  FORWARD  , THE  ROAD  NARROWED

FORCING  ON  , THE  ROAD  BROADENED

JUST  FOR  YOU  AND  ONLY  YOU

BEFORE  YOU  FINALLY  ENDED  UP 

IN  A  STAGNANT  CONFINEMENT  CALLED

YOUR  BUSY  OFFICE 

OR YOUR OLD SWEET HOME

WHERE'S THE LOVE
Kevin Fox

I shall come from which I was

To enjoy my birthplace

To look at that friendly face

To take time from this race

And to have my own space.

I shall come from which I was

So that I may be at peace

With myself and others

To speak and teach my sisters and brothers

That which I can help my mother

So that I may be at peace.

If it wasn’t for those people who opposed

Maybe I could enjoy my endeavors

And reach those who are cleaver

That they can grab that lever

So all things can be better

If it wasn’t for those people who opposed

There would have been more that rose

If many windows weren’t close

With no way to open

And all you can do is keep hoping

But the words can’t come out and you’re steady choking

And if they weren’t froze.

There would have been more that rose.

Ode to Rumi

-Cicero.

"Cicero says there is no dollar.

A dollar is not because you know it is not.

Dollar died in 1968 . . .

[Hold up a Prop which says]

r0x0r86: There's nothing in Fort Knox! 

HotSoccRChic:  LOL

[in silence for 10 seconds,

and you can use any two made up screen names]

 . . . You burn a piece of paper

And where does the Thing go?

Burn my heart!"

If you want to get in touch with Me

Then

Do exactly what You should do, Dude. 

 

I AM WHO AM

One.

Get off the symbol and just Be

 

Yo!

Listen!

Go beyond the poem for once.

One, two, three, four, five!

Morning Melody for Paul Bouissac

Like that twins brothers

behind the apartment window

they’re drinking wine and

Accompanied by cigarettes

Recording all things

out there

Camps that stood

on a running winter

and beats who’ve locked their self

there’s all jacket’s taken off

Life at heart is not more

than a circus at nite

death always follows as he likes

just like a blind love

when Cassandra was confused

by her own heart

Though that ugly down

came to cheer days and

Sumatra tigers with their scary voices

it’s better than a life with emptiness

No more than that twins

behind the curtain

Walked to the table

and wrote about all things out there

days are just like an acrobat

there exists a clown, luck and love

Even death

whenever he wants to

just like twins brothers

me and you

no better than

just a record

artaud’s hand

1978, coloured drawing, 11”x14”

ARTAUD'S HAND

on this island thyr is a bird every 50 feet.

even in this church  on that branch  in the winds.

but u may not see them now.

u feel them fleetingly as u do a close friend

somewhyr else getting by.

i was brought hyr by the wine star above the waves at night.

i often see it. i have drunk deeply hyr for 12 years.

i swim at night.

these birds fly towards it but never leave 1 another or this island.

they r in love  united  n happy.

i was brought hyr by a great winefather, a birdfriend.

we touch the profound birdchildren as we seek an inner light.

we often help them to fly widout wings.

we sing mozart in r little school on the prairie.

the songs have gone out through the gods  through all of us.

on this island thyr is water everywhyr n stars every night.

hold the winestar close widin n let the birds enter u to drink.

this island-world will b reunited today wid the marriage of ashes

di mia parenti, helen n bernard, 1 mile out from the lighthouse

in the atlantic hyr. amen. peace. pace. per tutti. for me.

toss all your flowers overboard. bring on the cello.

now the heron is aloft the empire.

let’s circle this island n go home. yes?

Applied Theory

I looked at the sky and saw my chance for freedom

I would have flown, If only my wings had not been clipped

I sit here now, and look up at the sky

It has just rained

And the fluffy white Jesus clouds, come out from

Hiding here and there

Never do they fail to capture my attention

I sit, looking at them passing me by

With each cloud passed, my chances of

Free existence lingers and fades

I do not understand why they send us here

I cannot comprehend

The purpose of our existence

My life is a story of sin

My years a torment of illiteracy

I have been covered in a veil of blood

From the soul of an innocent being

Hopes run wild as the thorns, prick randomly

Dreams escape as the world turns upside-down

Do you now understand the will of Satan?

Do you now understand my will?

Don't stop the food.

It's so good of you to feed me during this winters day,

It makes my life better knowing where food is to be found come what may.

But please don't stop, "but" keep up the supply!  because I'm used to calling every day and without it I'll probably die.

After all been said and done, It's only food you'd chuck away,
You've finished with it, You've said it's done, But for me it means a lot more it's the difference between life and death,

Who could want for more??

If you feed me I'll to you will give "My company all summer and songs galore"

I'll try to look pretty and my best,

Not leave your garden i'll even eat your pest!

All this for a little waste food and a drink of water, just for a couple of months Lets work together, lets come up trumps, Ive listed the hardest times, there the following months,

JANUARY/ FEBRUARY/ AND MOST OF MARCH, After this it's time to nest and after that I'll keep my churp and eat your pest and teach my little ones how to fly and leave there nest,

And the difference between the friends I've made and the bugs and pest.

  A World Without

                       By Deborah La'Sassier

Have you ever thought

how frightening it would be,

living in a world without friends or enemies?

People who are incapable of feelings,

Spend most of their lives being miserable and unhappy.

There is no sorrow or regrets;

When emotions are hidden

and you lose self-respect.

People could not be diverted or entertained,

when there is a thin line

between the sane and the insane.

A world without fear

would be a horrible place to live.

People would do whatever they want,

they would do whatever they feel.

A world without ethics

would be a debauched place to live.

In a world like this only corruption would live.

No merit, no conscience, no emotional feelings.

In a world without, there's no happy ending.

INNER SPACE

I look within and find abiding there

A universe unfolding in my sight

A world so vast and rich I pause to ask

From whence it comes this energy and light.

I look around, discover naught but me

Yet not alone for deep within I know

An essence from which all existence forms

A seed which causes everything to grow.

I float among the planets and the stars

Breathless and alert with growing joy

I sense the wondrous peace creation brings

And marvel at the grace it does employ.

From inner space I view eternity

With vision altered, sure to realize

When I return and once again perceive

My world, I’ll do it now with open eyes.

For now I know the world around me forms

By following the path my nature gives

And I am one with all that ever was

And all that ever was within me lives.

My  Midnight Embrace

Edwin Flores

Watch and wait is all I can do

Patiently sitting, stirring moments of you

Still cling to my heart as ivy scales walls

Inside of my soul once again I free fall

Hitting the ground I wither in pain

As if someone threw these feelings insane

Into a spin, appears all is loss

Where once love did live, emptiness now the cost

But hope still cries out and shakes me again

There is a slight chance it's far from the end

Where battle I do ,  I  still see her face

Feeling now whole, my midnight embrace

Darkness whispers to me, a heartfelt goodbye

I breathe in real deeply and let out a great sigh

For sentiment lives where once she did too

Stolen moments still kept,  that today see me through

Understand 'friend'...

    This has never been a one way street.

    People die out here trying to live, I know...but

    we're supposed to be cool like that.

    I would have given my life to take back everything that was said...

     Would've given more to take back the actions that took place...

     but what could I say but things happen?

     2002 was not the year for me.  A girl done grown up now

                 all forms and sizes.

     I've locked my scared spirit behind my courageous one and

               decided boys wasn't what I wanted my life to arouse from.

           I don't let girls play in my hair and don't let them tell me

                     they care and say we're best friends.

                         That shit had to end.

      Cause, like you Eureka, they don't mean it. 

               They say it cause they never had someone to say it to be4.

          They say it because they know the other person feels that way.

             But now adays...game recognizes game.

                 If you wanna step to me and try again, just remember...

                      A bitch ain't the same.

                            On that strong.

                  Shaquana's put up with that bull for too long.

                       Ain't really no quiet after the storm.

                            The Sandman Comest     
                            Guadalupe Gonzales

             In my dreams I yearn to see my dearest ones my family,    

 and while in thought I wonder to the moments that I've shared with you.

  I've willed my mind to seek you out and of my love there is no doubt.

  I've grown addicted to your love  the which there's no withdrawal of.

 

 And so I seek throughout the night to search you out with all my might,

   but then I wake to discern this again my prayers they've gone amiss.

    How I do envy my friend though and he does tell me that it's so,

 that he has seen them in his dreams not mine but his how odd this seems.

  Is not my heart tuned with my mind are they at odds and cannot find,

    to take the time to make amends because on them my soul depends.

    I ask each night before I sleep that while I travel in the deep,

    they come to me that I may see  the ones I long with them to be.

      Release this torment deep in me rescue my soul return to me,

      and in my mind I'll make a map to visit you in times of nap,

   and laugh and play with you again and while in sleep to you attend,

   like times before when I would host to you who mean to me the most.

     But I can't tarry in this though the sandman comest I must go,

    and so I bid you all good night to drift into my evenings' flight.

 

Let The Sunshine

Let the sunshine on you

let the rain fall in your hair

write to your hearts desire

tell us what is fair

Smile bright

and smile loud

give me your poems

and make me proud

Let the sun shine

let the words rhymm

let it go

It's your dime

Free Verse Cannot Be Measured

The words I write just seem to flow

If I can see your need to know.

An image then, I try to find

Within my heart, before my mind.

And when they come, they'll fit some rhyme

That breathes along at it's own time.

It's like a flute that flows with air

and in my hands the notes declare.

But, then I heard a man rehearse

A poem he wrote in free verse.

I've known of them, and sometimes tried.

This creative wind always died.

But as he shared I saw the words

Catching the wind like soaring birds.

In joy they piped a time or two.

But mostly, in the sky they flew.

We poets paint with words our scenes.

And hope you see what all it means.

My rhymes are birds within a cage.  

But free verse birds the wind engage.

Mattias Kroon

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It starts slow, works hard, to pull the weight

Of all the freight

Train

Of thought

So slow don't know if it will leave the station

At all,

Ever

Now

Or if it has left before

People have sat in front of this train

Wondering where it will go

The long hours it plows from city to city

From home to home

From coast to coast

What is my destination?

What do you read in my face?

The freights are old

This train belongs to the people of the city

Graffiti

A familiar face

A shout out to let you know that

I am here

The people are here

This train belongs to the people of the city

End A Search

by Bill Albright

So we search and search again

for life's meaning, the why

an empty cup, a fleece

symbols we regard

as our inherent importance

more than the grains of sand

lying on a beach, kissed by waves

with no consent nor morals

only an act ignored

repeated endlessly.

Tides ebb then flow

as we humans

come and go

holding empty cups

seeking the alms of being

from never enough gods

multiplied, invented

as regularly as the ebb and flow

waves kissing the sand

while we search for meanings.

End such search

accept us for what we are

beings with limited space, time loaned

for moments called life

scenes with love and unlove

muddied with reigns

of invented gods and goddesses

made in the image of the makers

humans destined, never divined.

Plaster cast

My nascent negative

Casts a lugubrious mask

It congeals and sets quickly

Like a sallow emaciated husk.

Inundating in dead batter

My archaic apparition; continues on

Without a heart, without a smile

In the malleable ersatz of relief.

Filled by gasping bereft

Black angels feed from its cold contagion

Dewlapped in insolent languor

To debauch this desultory mollusk.

Enchanted by the great covetousness

Of the pallid concave impression

But dropping and breaking in pieces

The tenuous person that lies underneath.

RADIO

JAMES KING

The radio plays the thoughts of those who play and they play the thoughts that they have about life. They play the dark and sad songs that fill the unwanted times they wish they could forget in a song filled with anger and pain that pierces your ears like a winter wind that chills you. They play the parts of their lives that are filled with confusion in a song that seems to go in a cirle that will put you in a trance that will haunt you for days and months and years and will eat atyour mind and devour your thoughts like a rodent that fears the invincible hawk that will eat him as it stalks him and haunts him like this song. They play their songs of love in a song that has joy and lust for more of their affection this song will capture you and keep you prisoner for as long as your ears can stand it. When these songs are heard together you will have a feel the hypnotic feeling of peace that will calm and arouse you to feel these feelings. So next time you feel remember the rad!

 io that plays and plays and play your own song that reflects you.

Rolling Off The Tongue

Seasons roll off tongue,

sweet taste weathered blissful life,

magical tilts dance,

spinning cycles of our new

tomorrows in wings

of beauty to view with laughs.

Earth spins atmosphere

across wondrous subtle life.

Spring caresses dawn:

awake with yawning dewdrops

filled with soft magic,

a breath of fresh air inhaled,

exhaled by all lungs.

Flowers push through earth in search

of sun's pot of gold,

rays of magnificence roll

across fresh petals unfurled.

Summer delights the blue world

with shades of bright green,

mountains thaw a little more,

songbirds gather notes,

quiet appreciation,

ballads of pure love.

Autumn colours leave their mark

with rusting promise

of breath to new life later,

cycles spinning loud

delight with warmth's subtle shine,

preparing for cold

snaps of fallen snow freckles.

Winter breaks the ice,

blankets of white wine sip on

bright chilled reflections,

restful ways blink and then stretch

all the branches bare.

Soon musical notes will ring

for spring to give birth anew.

Homebound

       Ives Unreadsould

           As long if my shadow is besides me, I am not alone

           As long if my lamp is on behind me, I am not scared

           As long if my cautiousness is with me, I am not sedated

           As long if my memories are with me, I am not oblivious

           As long if my hours is timed in me, I am not young

           As long if I am inside here for me, I am homebound

I flew around the moon and

saw something i've never seen

in a rainbow coloured insulation

it took me somewhere i've never been

i've never felt so warm and i've never felt so free

its like the summertime has come

its been so long finally

when the sky is gray and leaves are falling off the trees

and my heart is filled with ice looking upon the scenery

but i will always forgive you Summertime every time you come to be

i just forget the cold and loneliness no matter how much it continues to hurt me

it seems to me, Summertime, when you illuminate my sky

you create a sudden picture

that pushes away your winter

but you can't believe my smile

so you recall to me December

i simply say to you "i don't remember".

Lost in the Night

by Randy Lane 
 

I saddled up early that Sunday mornin’

a calf came up missin’ somehow through the night

Not yet a day old as helpless as can be

and not a sign of him anywhere in sight 

Well this put me to thinkin’ about a lamb

that a good shepherd had went out to find

He looked high an’ low ‘til he found him

to return him to the other ninety nine

Well all of a sudden I heard a cry

from a baby calf stuck down in a hole

Lost from his mom ma through the night 

how he ever got there I guess I’ll never know

 

MOON

Ronin Stewart

I see you staring down at me,

so old and wise, a comfortable eye,

Surrounded by friends, your never alone,

the world is your garden, the sky is your home.

I know I can trust you, my secrets you hear.

You always have time to lend me your ear.

I wish I could climb up and see what you see,

make everything clear and set myself free.

If I could, I'd open my wings,

fly high to the clouds, and look down upon things.

Large fields would become boxes of thought,

but I'd gaze down and smile, for now they can't hurt.

The wind would guide me and find me a path.

Guide me through choices I wouldn't normally grasp.

However in time my wings would grow tired,

but not before my spirits inspired.

Then I would have to come back to land,

help me back up, please lend me your hand.

My America

I was thinkin' about my country

when i boarded that big plane.

I turned around and i saw beauty

as far I could see.

I am proud to be going

to help fight to keep her free.

That's the reason that i'm on my way

That's what she expects of me.

Said i'd be comin back soon

and get down on my knees.

I'll kiss the soil i'm standin on,

This land of the brave and free.

My America

My America

God gave this land to me.

My America

My America

Where i'm blessed and i'm still free.

There were many close calls

every where I turned.

I seemed to avoid it all,

but this one time i learned,

I won't be coming home.

The Lord said He needed me

the reason for my bein gone

only you will see

So if I had the chance to ask you

to do  one thing for me.

Stand up tall, walk outside

and kiss the soil  for me.

My America

My America

God gave this land to me

My America

My America

where I'm blessed and I'm still free.

Thank God for America

I can be what I wanna' be

In America

My America

for you and me

My America

My America

God gave this land to me

my America

my America

where i'm blessed

and i'm still free