THE LOST PARADISE

Those days of amusement

Those days of fulfillment

Peaceful night and serene dawn

Whistling breeze and greenish lawn

Ringing cowbells and drizzling rain

Farmers sweat not in vain

Nature’s music in nightingale’s song

No humans with serpent’s fang

Those days have gone away far away

Blithe moments everywhere

Children grew with love and care

Bestowing respect each other

Caste and creed, no bother

Village girls singing around

Family values tightly bound

Great souls were born here

People moved without fear

Those days have gone away far away

Today’s World is full of crime

None in their happy prime

Terrorists nursed by bureaucrats

Politicians, alas! Born hypocrites

Life is not a cakewalk

Showering rain is also fake

Everywhere bubbling communal riots

The lost paradise, once the land of saints

Cleanse your body and your soul

Spread ‘love’ that is the ultimate goal

And chant the enchanting ‘mantra’

Om Shanthi! Shanthi! Shanthi!

3planes

a corner of my room,

where i have slumped time after time,

the meeting of three planes,

the coldest sanctuary that never fails,

never grows warmer,

never mocks,

never confuses,

never changes,

Its taken time for me to appreciate the corner,

when has such a small place taken soo much joy filled grief,

it is my control,

the messiah to my relationships,

Never repeating,

Never forgiving,

Never reliving,

Never forgetting,

a corner of my room,

is all it is,

one of four,

unremarkably awe inspiring,

Never wavering,

Never varying,

Never letting go,

Never needed,

for now i have you,

Gamblers Lament -Leaves of glass  
Pearl J. Nestor

                                                                                                     Leave nothing to chance, and there is no hope. Leave not a dream and there is no joy. There is life in dreams, and dreams in wine. A pence is only a trifle lost with time. But  fortunes are spent and treasures are kept; there are greater differences, and there are not--with time.     

Cantos

(Cate Espener 03-04)

As you have measured out your life in coffee spoons

So I have measured mine in afternoons

And asking why, why can’t the clock ascend

I pose a question

Must it bend and coil and turn eternally

Circumscribed, plotting, pointing

An empty cup of bitter leaves

Love’s fortune in tatters

Now the city stinks of chemistry

And honey bees drenched in oil

So play me a tune on your old car radio

Cantaloupe, when sliced on Sunday

Is a ritual pleasure

With music in the early morning hours

And a semblance of bed

The sun swerving down across my head

The luxurious smell of coffee grinds and

Mixtures of cheese and wine and biscuits

In the afternoon

Soon it will be spring

So play me some jazz and Beethoven

At the same time

The scent of money disturbs this sordid hour

(the rent is due)

Will I make the rent?

Yes sir, no sir

I think, small wonder, that a penny saved

Is a penny earned

What infidel has sapped this river dry

A silent smudge to walk beside

Oh me, oh my, oh bank accounts

Over there, in the distance

An iceberg cloud curses the sunset

Makes me think of the time we drove and drove all day

And pointing towards freedom, we fell in love

Let’s not be cross with one another

Time, time, time

The appraiser interferes with the measurement of

My serendipitous point of view

Gardens are constructed on a daily basis

By flower arrangers, not pleased with this disarray

Flowers, arranged row by row

Need to grow undisturbed ­ wild

A wet chrysanthemum sits at my doorstep

Placed there like a pastoral dream

With wet leaves flattened against concrete

by rainwater

They were there yesterday

Like Beethoven’s 9th.

TOWERS OF LIFE

by Margaret Peirson

                  Her statue grounded

                  now comes alive

                  as she turns to see

                  the smoldering sight

                  which once held

                  the towers of life

                  She bows her head

                  in sadness and tears

                  and vows that we will

                  not live in fear

                  Then slowly she raises

                  her torch above

                  and with all her strength

                  with all her might, cries

                  We will be strong!

                  We will go on!

                  for freedom will never die

For years I have yearned to find peace inside;

to end this battle of emotions I've always tried to hide.

I try to make the people around me laugh and smile;

in hopes of subsiding their battle if only for a while.

Is there peace in this world, or is it meant to be this way;

is this just our tests leading us to the lord one day?

If so, will we make the right choices to get us through his gates;

or will we doom ourselves to something worse than this world's fate?

I feel that the sin of the world is poisoning my soul;

and I don't understand how to cleanse it or make my life whole.

There have been so many times I've given into temptation;

only increasing my chances of an eternal damnation.

I only pray lord that you will help me find you;

please send an angel to guide me in everything that I do...

Aaron Jones

WHAT I FEEL AND WHAT GOES ON IN MY MIND

i had a bad day and i knoe everything gonna turn out to be ok every think happens for a reason but i still ask why..some people can't handle it and wished they would just die..

i try to ignore all the unhappyness that i go through but all i can seem to think about is all the lies and the truths can i just act and pretend that i'm happy not to seem to care if my hair is nappy

walk out and look at the sky wondering to myself when i'm gonna die...not like i want to any time soon...juss wondering when  it's gonna be the last time i see the moon..

and say bye to all the people i love...and

 just before my last breath give everyone a

 hug...but if i were to be asked by God if i

 wanted to go i'd shrug and say "if it's my

 time then i'll go.."

 

not act like some drama queen and put on a

 little show cry'ing for attention screaming

 for eyes all i know is that i will be at

 peace when i can no longer open my brown

 eyes.

i'll miss all the people i got to

 know in my life but we'll be back together

 in a place some where higher then the sky.

a bittersweet symphony recites in his mind.

memories of her, so sweet, so unreal.

he never caught her, he never could find

the words to say "I care"

to show her how to feel.

her soft ruby lips, quivered as she sips,

her sweet lemonade, as she hums that old familiar tune.

and he thought, could it be so perfect? He knew forever was to soon.

Her little finger dipped,

into the cream of her pie.

 

He knew his love her her was too strong,

that as long as he lived, it would never die.

He twinges with her gaze,

so mysterious and dazed.

her little feet curl, and her angel wings unfurl.

she glides into the sky,

drops her gaze down to say goodbye.

Elise

Freedom

Freedom. 

It's something we automatically gain by being born on this earth.

We shall not fight for it.

We shall not sign papers for it.

We shall do what we please.

By existing we are "freedom"

I do not want to socially acclaim myself.

I do not want to get a decade of education.

I will not be called an "outsider".

They are the outsiders.

They have all lost the meaning of life.

To live, reproduce and enjoy ourselves.

Why must we work together to acheive an economy.

Why, by law am I obligated to do what the government tells me.

What is Freedom?

                                           

                                  Existing...

Riding Roller coasters
Cayla

I get so nervous

While I am in line

I see the people

Zoom by

Screaming

I am waiting

Suspenseful

Excited

Scared

All at the same time

It is finally my turn

I get in my seat

And we go clicking up into the air

Suddenly

We fall

Hundreds of feet

And go twisting and turning

And then its over

So fast

"As I Walked Along the Ocean"
Tiff 

As I walked along the ocean

I could feel the warm sand

between my toes

And as I walked

I could hear the sound of seagulls

all around

The cool ocean water

ran upon my feet

as I searched for seashells

along the side

When the day

turned to night

I left

But I

Could still remember how great

the day was

Even though

it went by so fast.

Crash and Burn
Jason Watts

Anything that moves

Can crash and burn

Stock Market

Air planes

Jason's head on the sidewalk

He always tries to to take off

But has engine problems midway

Crash and burn

Even Macaroni pictures are out of his league

He's playing T-ball

and its little league

Crash and Burn

Skating is to complex

Like Geometry

To a second grader

Crash and Burn

But no road rash

Crash and Burn

Peanut

                          She's black and brown.

                          She's the most spoiled dog.

                          Sometimes she thinks she's a human.

 

                          She knows how to smile,

                          But only if you talk sweet to her.

                          She loves to snuggle,

                          And have her belly rubbed.

                          She will do anything for attention.

                          She's the baby of the house,

                          And everyone loves her.

                          She loves to tease our other dog,

                          Even though she's half her size.

                          She never plays.

                          The only thing that she really does,

                          Is lay on the furniture and sleep.

                          She's only four years old,

                          But she acts like an old dog,

                          And her hair on her chin is turning gray.

"Great Times!"
Allison Mays

Great times with my best friend,

praising God with my hands!

Singing,

dancing,

and crying.

Great Times!

Getting closer to Him

and my heart filling

full of love!

Of his great love for me

and the rest of the world!

Great times!

Coochie Power

From across the room I noticed your beautiful eyes

Something unfamiliar set you apart from other guys

Through you hellos and good-byes

I’m not too fond of the club scene

So you walk me to my car

And with you

I didn’t mind being seen

My car is there in the cut

But if you walk with me

You can get the number

He’s right on point with the way he talks

But making me feel kinda uncomfortable by the way he’s touching me

Tryna get under me

Kissing me roughly

Gliding fingers through my hair

I’m getting scared

And I would call for help

But no one else is around to hear

The music is bumping loud

And the po-po is more interested in the crowd

Waiting for something to pop off

As he popped off my buttons

And his tones are no longer soft

Shoving his fingers in places

Getting off on my “please stop” faces

Telling me how much I want it

And it would be worth it once he’s through

Now finish with me

Leaving me to be found by my left behind crew

Who never knew why I cocked an attitude

“What’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t know me well enough to get the coochie

Didn’t even first offer me a movie nor some Gucci

I’ve been violated

Taken advantage of

Tryna ease my mind

But quite often I see you givin’ other girls a hug

When you come up to me

I reject you

You insist that I still want you

 Tellin’ me I only cried because it was so good

You took your time to take me

 No one ever noticed or ever could

Foggy windows on a Saturday night is always good

Especially in the hood

I didn’t leave you to bleed

I left you in need of affection

So even if you never came back

You’d sit back and think about the situation

And cry over me at night……….

The Paradox

As if, as if, as if all shrouded in the blue.

The vision distorted by an insatiable sensuality,

The seldom surprisingly-sabotaged sense of vision senselessly slaughtered,

Slowly fading, the blue, slowly… lowly… owly…

The distortion challenged by the inevitability of the physical,

The essence of the enigma that is existence,

The forever misunderstood struggle:

Matter versus spirit.

The challenge of balance.

FEBRUARY 21st

By: Lisa Nazario

 

We met on this day,

Never did I imagine the

things that would come my way.

You leaned towards me and

gave me a kiss. That's one

kiss I can't help but miss.

For you I didn't mind to

do anything, I'd give you

all you needed and wanted,

I mean EVERYTHING!

I opened up and gave my heart

to you, not knowing what you'd do.

My heart fell too fast,

and before I knew it, I

was part of the past.

In a few ways I can say

you did me wrong. Never

could I hate you though,

my feelings were too strong.

You hurt me so much by the

way you treated me. This is

the reason why I tried to

walk away, and let you be.

Yet, when it came to you,

somehow just walking away wouldn't do.

Don't get me wrong it wasn't

always bad. Only when you lied,

and treated me wrong, was when

it turned sad.

Before all that, you brought

me a lot of great things,

Happiness, Security, Knowledge,

and my much needed wings.

You made me feel so much emotion,

That's why I loved you with devotion.

All I ever wanted was to be loved

by you. Now, I understand that's

something you couldn't do.

I think of you day and night,

but ending this seems so right.

Can't believe it's been a year.

Can't believe I'm living what I fear.

To love someone,and not have them near.

If life was so simple perhaps we wouldn't cry,

If life wasn't so complicated, perhaps we would never ask why.

If we would go without sighs as days go by,

If only we only find truth and not a single lie.

If life was so simple perhaps we wouldn't laugh,

Because the beauty of a smile shines through when times are tough.

If we would go on without days that are rough,

We would never value the smoothness of life's graph.

If we could easily find happiness and true love,

Perhaps we wouldn't thank him who is above.

If our life was a simple smooth curve,

If we never had the experience of a sudden swerve.

If we always got what we so much want,

If we never had to take a much needed stand.

Perhaps we wouldn't work hard or be able to understand,

Perhaps we wouldn't value what we find or consider it as brand.

If we never had people who admire us so much,

If we never had someone to love as such,

If we couldn't smile at our much yearned for catch,

If we couldn't meet a single thing within our match.

If I didn't know you as you are,

If I didn't spare a thought for you or come this far,

If I would let my pride get in the way,

Perhaps I wouldn't be writing this poem -no, not this day!

 

If life was so simple perhaps we would never ask why.

If life wasn't so complicated, perhaps we wouldn't cry,

If I would let this lovely day go by,

Perhaps you wouldn't have known that these words are not a lie!

chao mbogho

WHAT IS LOVE?

A FOUR LETTER WORD, WE USE AT WILL.

TO SEDUCE, TO PERSUADE, TO CONQUER, TO KILL!

THE WEAPONS, OF LOVE, ARE SHARP, BEYOND COMPARE:  LOOK, BUT DON’T TOUCH, TAKE CAUTION, BEWARE!!!

WHAT IS LOVE?

THE PIERCING, OF THE HEART AND BLINDING, OF THE SOUL.

THE AGELESS, CONSEQUENCES OF LOVE, HAVE NEVER BEEN, FULLY TOLD.

YOU ESCAPE, WITH A SCAR, ON YOUR HEART, THIS TIME, LOVE, IS SEARCHING, FOR MORE, PUTTING YOUR ALL, ON THE LINE!!!

WHAT IS LOVE?

FOR LACK, OF A BETTER WORD, YOU SEE, LOVE, IS TAKEN FOR GRANTED, VERY EASILY.

LOVE, IS BEING PUSHED TO THE SIDE, ALONE AND UNWANTED, REKINDLED, ENCOURAGED, TO LOVE ON AND THEN TAUNTED!

WHAT IS LOVE?

LOVE, IS A FOUR LETTER WORD, WE USE, IN ANY CONTENT,

TO KEEP GOING THROUGHOUT LIFE PROCLAIMING, “I LOVE YOU, NEXT!!!”

Could it be a coincidence,

When an angel sheds a feather,

We join our hands together,

Is it simply nonsense,

When we ask for a sign,

That our paths intertwine,

Handled carelessly the romance of the poet's heart,

Overflowing, Never knowing where to end or start

You have moved me to fashion for you a hall,

With your name written differently on every wall,

You are legend, I am the chronicler of your immanence

Even when I die, Ever will I be held on high

Never to be forgotten in history or all existence

Could it be coincidence,

That the last laugh is ours,

Dancing in Elysium's flowers

Is it simply nonsense,

When we never speak a word but the people are inspired,

By a nameless union where two souls quietly conspired

Adam Thrush 

Every time that I close my eyes, there I see your beautiful eyes, I think about the time you were there, I think about the time you cared, You gave strength when life was hard, You held my hand when I couldn't go on, I used to be alone, if only I had known, that not every guy is the same that not every guy is lame, So every day of my life, I thank god that I'm alive, cause without you, I think I would die.

LIFE
ANGIE GALLINARES

WHAT IS LIFE? THE GIFT OF LIVING, THE ABILITY TO LOVE AND BE LOVED,

THE ABILITY TO SURVIVE IN A JOURNEY THAT HAS NO DESTINATION.

STEPS YOU TAKE FORWARD WITHOUT LOOKING BACK, NOT REALLY SURE WHERE YOUR GOING OR WHAT YOUR LEAVING BEHIND. WHO OR WHAT LIES AHEAD, ONLY MEMORIES AND A PAST WITH NO EXPLANATION. QUESTIONS UNANSWERED, LESSONS YOU LEARNED FEELINGS OF JOY AND UNBEARABLE PAIN, SUCCESS AND FAILURE, VICTORY AND DEFEAT, NEW BEGINNINGS AND TRAGIC ENDINGS, HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO, ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER YEAR, ANOTHER BREATH, ANOTHER BEAT. ONE HEART THAT CONTROLS YOUR DESTINY, THIS IS THE KEY THAT YOU'VE LONGED TO FIND, TO OPEN THE DOOR THAT WILL SET YOU FREE, THE ONLY QUESTION THAT HAS AN ANSWER, THE FINAL CHAPTER TO THIS UNSOLVED MYSTERY, THE FINAL END OF A NEW BEGINNING, A TIME TO REST FOR ALL ETERNITY, THAT'S WERE LIVING ENDS AND LIFE REALLY BEGINS, THE ANSWER TO WHAT IS LIFE, CANT BE FOUND IN THE STEPS YOU TAKE, ITS WHERE THOSE STEPS WILL TAKE YOU, THAT YOU'LL FIND LIFE AND WHAT IT MEANS.

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Cassie Marie Roach
   

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sam 

 

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

                          Rebecca Hoopingarner

Stormy nights

Bring comfort to my soul

As the wind blows

It cools the fire in my heart

As the stillness comes

My mind has a chance to rest

Then the thunder rolls

Breaking the silence

Bringing me back to reality

The lightning strikes

Showing my sins to the world

No more hiding

When the rain begins

It washes away my mistakes

Bringing the chance of a new day

And a promise

Of a rainbow.

Dreams are Real

I had a dream one night

One that didn’t seem right

It began early one morning

A ring from the phone had woken me

I heard my daddy telling his no

My mom came in my room

She asked me if I would wake my sisters

I got them up and told them to get some clothes

I hugged my mom and asked her what was going on

She hugged me tighter and said “Uncle Joey was shot”

I looked at her and asked if he was okay

She looked away and said, “yes he is in a better place”

Were on our way and the Next thing I know

I’m standing looking at his lifeless body

 As I stand there I try to smile

Bit it took me awhile 

I think about his two kids

His pride and joy he would always say

The funeral was so beautiful

He was remember by everyone

One thing I’ll never forget

Zoey’s cry for her daddy

We all tear up

Knowing what she don’t

He is not coming home

But one thing we all know

Including her too

That Joey love her more than life itself

At the cemetery it was final

We said out final good-bye

And let him rest in peace

What seems like a dream?

Isn’t always a dream?

The morning is so beautiful,

As the sun shines on all the living.

The birds chirping rejoicing Jesus name,

The joy it brings to live another day.

To see my son's face.

His eye's glow revealing his innocence.

His laughter puts aside all pain.

He gives me joy to say his name.

          L.R 012504

For a friend(1982 ­ 2003)

Why does dawn nibble away at the edges of a sensitive shroud

Of night, and the sunbeam not be smuggled away behind a cloud

In sympathy? And the air rammed full with the breath

Of bird calls & sunlight, that ring louder than death?

And why does this strangely smiling earth not mourn?

And the wraiths of memory not leave the day forlorn?

Of how enchantment bound hours once used to wend

Into but more rout & revel…now crushed to an end.

Only when the concept is so abstract does its heel

Come crashing down out of nowhere to steal

Youth away, and all its strength. Thus they will the day

To wear their pain, & songbirds to flute desolation into a gray

Expanse, desolation that cannot run too deep

To those, baffled by empty queries, who weep

For dreams that run into ashes now, for years

That are his no more. But all their tears

Fail to rouse pity. Time doesn’t trip up at all

In its obstinate march & the day shall not be his pall.

There is still laughter, despite all their pain,

Just a shadow beyond, on this very plane.

And there is still that naked glow of energy that flits about,

For all their tears have failed to scrub the colours out.

Passionate But True

I am passionate,

Yes it is true.

I am a love,

What can I find in you?

How do I explain myself?

About things I know we can do?

I treasure each moment,

In deep thoughts of being here for you.

Passionate but true,

No, you are special to me.

Passionate but true,

my soft voice of reason is only for you.

You feel so sad,

That the world is not yours to grab.

But to me,

That world is mine as well.

With time spent together all good things come to pass.

You ask, how long will this last?

As long as I am your passionate lover,

There is no end to a brighter day coming to pass.

Penny for your thoughts

Nickel for your dreams

Tell me again

Why nothing is what it seems

Are we in love?

Or are we comfortable

Do we make love?

Or do we have sex

Can a broken heart truly be made anew?

Or is just mended with the crack still visible

Time has given us knowledge

But has that knowledge made us wiser

Or are we just knowledgeable fools.

Can you answer?

Or do you know?

Does anyone know?

Yeah he knows   

REST IN PEACE

GABRIELLA GIBSON

Rest in peace my dearest one

For your smile I'll see in the morning sun

Your laughter I'll hear in the sweet spring breeze

Your warm touch I'll feel in the summer sea

And when autumn leaves begin to fall

Our grand adventures I'll recall

With a smile on my face and love in my heart

We shall never be far apart

And when the rains of cold winter come

I will not cry, just wait for the sun

Then I'll see my dearest one

Once
Shannon Meddock

All it takes is once and all of a

sudden its gone,

your gone

      I get a call

        you died

why am I still here?

    All we did is drink

and smoke weed

         But all it takes is once

Then all I see is your face

     Your smile

         Your cry

              Your scream

     I ask why

What did you do that

     I didn't

We've done it a billion times before

And then all it takes is once

        And you were gone

gone forever.

   All over that one time

Life

A dozen roses

Red as blood

Sitting on my shelf

The petals fall

Disintegrate

All the roses are gone

Save one

Pink with red edges

Growing from leftovers

I’ve never seen it

Yet it gives off

The sweetest smell

The prettiest light

The head never drops

The petals never fall

Off this rose

The prettiest of all

 

 Dreams
Choua Lor

Go and catch a falling star in the night

The pitch black sky is what behold your dreams.

Regard that shining star and hold it tight.

Keep that glistening star and let it beam.

For dreams glow just as brightly as the star.

For dreams they give you an inspiration.

For nights promotes you dreams to go so far.

For nights they give you an admiration.

Take the path, your dream should lead you away.

Take the chance, for the road you come along.

Make the dream true, before its gone by day.

Make the dream true, before something goes wrong.

Broken dreams create shatter memories.

Release the dreams they are only theories.

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shannon

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The single eye

The barn burns red, a fire on green clover

which stipples the lawn with flecks of purple.

In town, the mills churn sawdust and boards

for schools and courthouses. The summer bears

its weight down on the plains. Its drone

dull heat pulses lazily, drawing the sweat

from the brows of workers.

Somewhere a farmer is shoeing his horses

unaware of the hollow-eyed boys in the

trenches. Somewhere a mother is singing

her child from a fever.

The sinewy threads of agriculture

bind the men to the land. As the hand

of commerce sweeps money through the

fence posts and into the mattresses.

The child awakens, the tide of sweat-soaked

delirium subsiding. The horses hoove the green

their muzzles drawn to purple blossoms.

The barn door is drawn shut, and the sawdust

is bagged and sent out for pulp.

The fates fight over their single

eye. One to watch the clover,

one to watch the mother,

the last to watch the war. 

LOVE

Ronald Christopher McKito

                  Love is blind to those who cannot see it.

                Love is a word to those who cannot reach it.

        Love is God which means there's one love, and we need it.

               Just reach out for help and you'll find love.

"First Love Lost"
Roxy amarie

The only feeling that could last,

Was the love I have for you,

As these three years have passed,

You've moved on in your life,

But I'm still stuck on you,

My feelings have lasted through our strife.

I can still say I care for you,

More than any other,

And I'd take you back if you want me to.

I dwell on what we had,

I wish we could have it back,

Everything I've lost drives me mad.

I wish you saw me,

The way you used to,

Before she took you from me.

I miss you more than you will ever know,

I'd do anything to have you back,

And not worry for you to go.

The first love is what you are to me,

If only I could rekindle our flame,

You could be able to see,

I'm still deeply in love with you,

You're all I can think of,

Please come back and make my dreams come true.

 "Tears of the Reaper"
Christopher the Great

 

Slowly he crept closer with his foreboding embrace,

whispering the silent serenade; he wears the crown of mace.

Carrying his scythe he creeps through the night,

causing the mortals before him to flee in fright.

Wading through the river Styx; his unholy dance,

freeing hearts; freeing souls; the holy lance.

They keep marching on; the ones who had to pay,

they are the ones who will take you away.

They work for him; the Fiddler of the lake;

He's so lonely; he just wants some friends to make.

These are his last words; he needs to rest,

Wait in the white room; with ruined mirror blessed.

Smashed; Crystals in his eye; in the sky,

the shards drip into the pond; bone dry,

Without a shimmer; a silent scream,

They are corrupted and die; seems a dream.

The Fiddler sobs without any fears,

Sobs into the pool of blood, dreams, and tears.

FOR THOSE WHO CRY ALONE

- FROM 'The Backdoor of my Heart': http://www.altivoe.com,

by NAVNEET MAHAJAN

One day I cried alone

Pain sat over my heart crushing me

"Why" my soul cried

Why alone when the world is full

Why alone when everything is so beautiful

What wrong did I do?

I cry.

What is the point? Of love

What is the reason? For life

To live, and love, and die

in Pain?

What dastardly will keeps the world

going round and round?

Why do those who cry,

cry alone?

I cried and cried

How can I feel alone in a maze of life?

I object.

Can there be something my eyes don't see

But my heart can feel?

Can there be a love that goes

on invisible strings from heart to heart?

Inspite of empty walls,

and hot nothingness,

I believe.

Then from the alien maze of life

A thought flew my way,

and landed on my heart.

A word travelled timeless distances

and rekindled my inner fire..

I love.

                          Pulling Back The Veil

                                 by Ray Cormier            

No longer can I

Stand aside and watch these

Savages rape the Innocence of Earth and

The Spirit of Gods' lost flock

Everything within I will be done to

Bring about the Justice so deserved

From the Sacrifice of not only one but by

All of our Christs

Nailed to a cross

Hung from a tree

Locked in a cell

Dying to be free

Oh Father why have thou forsaken

Your Sons and Daughters

Lost in a system which

Leads them to Spiritual slaughter

I will attend no feast where the wine is

Bitter and the apples rotten

Her Pain and His Passion

Will not be forgotten

I will Rise out from this pit with

A noose around my neck and

Iron through my wrists

Together We Will Rise from out of this Pit

With a Free Mind and Open Heart

To Destroy this machine that will

Never tear us apart

Again

Lose your self

BY Wanita James

Lose your self

Let the Holy Spirit take control

Let Jesus love drench you

Drown your self in him

Let him pore out upon you

The blood has been spilled for your sins

You are forgiven

No more hate no more pain

Lose your self

Allow him to have favor with you

He is that ice-cold cup of water on that 105-digree day

He is your relief

He is the head lifter

He is the pain reliever

Jesus is his name

Lose your self in him

You must decrease allow him to increase

And what in credible things will take place

Just lose your self

Let go

Let the trinity take control

Your sole will be revises, energized

Lose control

Let Jesus direct where you should go

Death was Unnecssary

I looked their amazed at death so real

fighting for a nations cause that that was my peril

Devoted to a cause that I thought so right

But killing another did shed me light

Commanders that give orders death who never faced

As we stand in a battle field half crazed

With a nations army in the battle forward paced

Many years later I see the truth and was amazed

Why why do we have to kill another

When God created us for each other

To live in harmony with our brother

But weapons make money so why the bother

Do we right now voice our concern

About right or wrong do we discern

Or wait for a tragic mistake of one person

That made all this happen b'cos of a hasty decision

Wars are fought with no real victory

where we fought with battle cry

But did all this time any one try

To solve this human mystery

Until then we will devote to craziness

And end up our lives utterly a mess

If you read articles in war veteran's press

They never could get out to live with out stress

NO WORDS

DOUGLAS GONCE

I STOOD THERE WHILE THEY CRIED,

NO TEARS FOR ME,

HE WAS THEIR FRIEND, NOT MINE,

NO MEMORIES,

PLEASE THINK ME NOT UNKIND,

THERE WAS NO TIME,

A MOMENT HERE OR THERE,

THEN SAY GOODBYE,

BUT PARTING FROM THE EARTH,

I KNOW NOT HOW,

TO SAY GOODBYE WITH WORDS,

BUT ONLY BOW,

AND HOPE THIS GESTURE TOUCHES HIM ON HIGH,

I HAVE NO WORDS,

AND NO, I CANNOT CRY

SOUL SNATCHERS
Gloria Huff

I pour my words onto this paper soaked with continuous, raindrop tears.

they try to put words in my mouth; they keep me bound with my 3

D fears.  They keep bringing up things i used to do to trap me in my

past. HE loves me enough to erase my sin. I know that HIS love lasts

for an eternity. with him I am free. They came into my house uninvited.

They continued to tell lies. They were excited when my family members

would run around confused.  This was a carnival of deadly spiritual

corruptions. They raped my privacy. They ignored my wishes.  The

Soul Snatchers were for my soul.  inside I felt the spirit move me

to do what God wants me to do.  HE wants me to believe in HIM,

and love him.  I do. I am not running from trouble.  I will refuse

to let the Soul Snatches steal my quiet home away from home.  I approached these women and asked. Why don't you sit with us. We cant continue to let the Soul Snatchers control us. We are spiritual warriors. we are God's Son's and daughter. Peace!      

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Ecaterina

OPEN MIC ENCORE I MARCH, 2004

OPEN MIC ENCORE III MARCH, 2004