OPEN MIC ENCORE
December, 2001

Through the Corridor
Matthew Vega
 

Through the corridor, into the room of solemn but hopeful greeting,

The smells overtake me, but the smells are neither rancid nor pungent,
They are the numbing smells of prolonging the inevitable.
But is it the smell that shakes my foundation?
Or is it my passing Death at the door?
Every Thursday and Friday I walk past the seasonal shrubbery,
Thriving in summer, but dying in winter,
Past the empty outdoor chairs, past the loose rocky gravel, and up to the cheerfully decorated door.
I pass the door and go through the corridor,
Passing Him by without a glance, I pretend not to acknowledge his existence.
I don’t greet him or ask Him to come in because He is not welcome in the house.
But when he musters the courage to come in, we expect Him,
And prepare for him a place to stay, but only for a little while.
Only time enough for Him to visit one or two people.
Some are glad to see Him, others are deathly afraid and so they pretend to sleep, hoping he will go away.
Everyone knows His ultimate goal is to have company on his lonely way home.
And some give in to His tempting charm and leave with him peacefully and calmly.
Others are repulsed by his presence as His charm turns into horrifying deception.
He becomes a kidnapper interested only in stealing the truly priceless.
Fight Him all you like, or go peacefully, it does not matter.
He will always return to claim you, because He is bound to us by an unspoken and unseen contract
That we agreed to when on our birth bed.
But I still don’t like Him.
I don’t like people whom never show their true face, who hide behind many disguises.
In the fall, He was a monster, sucking the life out of all of us.
In winter, He was the giver of peace, but not of good cheer.
And in the spring, He was a broken promise, a broken heart.
One day I hope to see his true face.

~*~

Corpus Callosum
Steve Morris 

One sensual object, beautiful and yet distant
Far from impurity but seeking my opposite
Looking for anything and creating perfection
Create an interest, creating the passionate

Secretly unlocking talents, and now focusing
Slowly revolving and yet slowly realizing
Inspiring and awing, watching with a desire
From the beginning, it's slowly revitalizing

Sound and thinking now have a bridging
Climbing past obtained dexterity
Swelling, perfecting imperfection
Discovering that things are changing

Allowing the primary to breathe
Passing through growing complexity
A connection and a reflection
Theorizing a philosophy
~*~

 

The prayers of the small and faithful
rise on sainted wings to heaven.
The prayers of the sad departed
sink deeper into oblivion.

And all the while the same sad smile
watches from the gates of never,
and the holy fall, amidst it all
to the night that lasts forever.
  Howard Rakes

 

~*~

Tears Into Smile
Michael Omila-Geronimo

Take her away
From this great danger
For I know that everyday
Love around her turns into anger

She's blessed with an angel's voice
Yet her mind is full of noise
She needs somebody to hold on to
Maybe a friend will do

In her tears I see the pain
Joy in her heart is slowly being slain
Therefore I offer this poem
Because I am a loving friend

Wipe the tears away
Smile everyday
Worry no more
Sing a song it will make a way

If you feel like your alone
Maybe you should a poem
Tell the whole world what's it's like
When you shed tears at night
 

~*~

ABOVE
   L. Ferguson 

You come from up above me,
Scratching at my door.
Who or what could you be,
Slithering among my floor.

You come when I am sleeping,
Yet I know that you are there.
Through my door you are seeping,
I can't stop you, this is so unfair.

Your presence in awakening,
Even my deepest sleep.
My soul is slowly darkening,
As you sink through me, too deep.

You don't understand my feelings,
It is you that has no love.
Your evil only dealing,
With what you have above. 

 

~*~

 

Pain
Michael Mclaughlin 


The pain is felt, but not shown.
So as the heart withers with the leaves through the seasons,
The emotions stay hidden, as if hibernation.
Shall these emotions be awakened by the one true love,
Or shall they lie dormant,
Doomed to eat away at me for all eternity?
~*~

 

Revenge
Linda H. Cole

Collaboration on schemes,
 broken bridges and dreams.
Confused by sight and sound;
 it came right back around.
Without any warning,
 retaliation came unexpectedly swarming.
Now you're watching your front sides and back;
 didn't know it was gonna counterattack.
You lived for that one moment,
 now afraid of the next second.
Fearing to look to the sky,
 fearing to walk the ground;
Never questioning why, but now paranoid
 of being world rebound.
It is the sweetest thing;
 to your doorstep, the reaper I bring.

~*~

"TRUE FREEDOM"
Sheila Tom

Stand Tall, Stay True - All of you who are Free,
Stand Up for Democracy!

The day got darkened by Evil in the wake of September 11th morn...But the light of your heart's shone through,
For Evil is weak and you are strong - the many who out number the few!

Stand Tall, Stay True - In the land of the Brave, In the land of the Free,
Stand up to Evil, Stay True to you!

Keep shinning your bright light on the darkness wherever you go - cause that's where you will be,
Standing Up to Evil and the Right to be always Free!

There's magic in a World that dares to Dream,
There's greatness in a heart that is truly Free...
Stand Up for Democracy - Stay true to you and me!


~*~

Empty Nest
Fran Fabian

Don't leave your nest in the spring
Each twig with care I watched you build
The sun is hid will be back
Tears will dry ice will melt
Will you flee to the north 'cause you're strong
Defiantly survive on your own?
Midday shadow black veil of the dawn
Fragrant rose hidden well by the thorns
In the north will you shiver all alone
Yet another in your nest will find home.
~*~

 

ODE TO Women
Dave_Farrell
 

Women are of a breed, that belong to an evil creed,

They love and hate, laugh and cry.
There so paranoid they make us lie.
They have there moods and there spells.
The time of the month they claim it dwells,
but no. Its the same all the time.
the bitch is here no matter what the clime.
So only argue if you dare
and only do so with great care.
For you will lose there is no doubt,
cause women's logic is in a draught.

~*~

 

THE BLUE ROSE
DEDICATED TO:  T. J. C.
Albrie Miller

So unstained, so pure
So precious and wonderful
So brilliant in sight
So rare, so beautiful

Soft to the touch
So full of life, so right
Sweet to the scent
So tender on the inside

So perfect in appearance
So breath-taking and strong
So colorful and worship-worthy
Nothing about it is wrong

Just like the blue rose
That is what you are

~*~

 

Thinking Of Death
Richard Stuart Banks

Today I fell asleep,
Thinking of what lies beneath.
When I die where will I awake,
Down below on a burning landscape.
Maybe I will awake up in the sky,
And think to myself why.
I lead a life full of selfishness and hate.
And ignored the very people who wanted to be my mate.
Then after moments of unrest and deep thought.
I awake after thinking of death.
Where will my life end, who knows,
Who cares.
I am just a tramp or that is what people see.
No one sees my true face, or true identity.
Just a drunk, just a tramp.
Just thinking about death on a lonely park bench.

~*~

 

i'm just trying to be cool
there's something wrong with words
i hear them spoken
i don't want to speak
people want to twist my head off
maybe

listening to the past
listening to a new groove

avoid looking back?
who can say for sure
the positive direction

i am stronger with her
i know that much this far

she can be by my side
and i can ride her forever
under the ocean's waves
down in heaven and space

she takes it all away from me
she takes it far away

  Paul Sizemore

~*~

Are we friends, or are we not, you told me once but i forgot, so please tell me now and please tell me true, so i can say that i will always be here for you, And out of all the friends that i have ever met, you will be the one that i will never forget, and if i shall die before you do, i will go to heaven and be waiting for you, And yes i will, i will give the angles back their wings and risk the loss of everything, and just for you i will prove my friendship is true, by waiting for you just because i love you!  
tenley ryan

~*~

WARM MY HANDS
Lee Wallace
 

There's a fiery redhead

Breaking windows upstairs
I guess I'd rather there than the suburban shopping centre
Where I found her
Uprooting the fastened rubbish units
And killing the children's spirits
WITH ANOTHER ROUND OF BLASHPHEMY
Snapping out in a torment of gin flavoured hot air
I don't recall how I picked her up
I was driving, and then she was hugging my legs
Safe in my truck, away from the street light
Never in underwear, she listens to instructions from somewhere under the sink, telling her to kill those crafty spiders weaving webs
She certainly got to me
And the landlord's patience is shifting back again
The hot tips at the track won't see me thru this one, eviction notice in the mail I'm sure
You wacky red-headed pest

~*~

 

I had a dream
it was so sweet
and you weren't in it

I kept it to myself
because it was sad
that you weren't in it

I held your hand
and was your friend
when I couldn't

you felt as though
I tore you down
and my heart wouldn't

survive the fall
teardown the wall
no we shouldn't     

 Karinsa Karlee

~*~

The roses of my heart are sad
Janet Sanchez-
 

The roses of my heart are sad,

Because you left me,
Because the water of your love is missing,
Because they can't heard me say, I love you,
The roses of my heart are sad,
Because there's no one who would take them,
Because their perfume is gone with you,
Because they miss you,
The roses of my heart are sad,
Because they know that you won't come back,
Because they saw you leave,
Because they can't heard your voice around here,
The roses of my heart are sad,
Because you are gone, and you didn't take them with you.

~*~

 

Africa Rising
Chanie Agishtein
 

I dreamed of Africa

Where lions race by the shore
I smelled the luscious jungles deep
Where elephants thunder and roar

I felt the sunlight hot and sweet
Shooting its way through the leaves
I heard the farmers brawny and strong
Cutting away at the sheaves

I dreamed of the great savannahs
The children as free as the wind
Of colourful garlands of flowers
The calm and salty seas

Oh fruits of the swaying palm trees
Land of the rising sun
Where courage and pride are ringing
Where freedom has begun
~*~

 

"Culmination"
Roy Weltman(28-6-2001)

Mauve and Trout..
Banter and Repartee
Ogling and Poignant
Caressing and eyeballing…

Neon lights….
Flashing and Bright
Touch of the Thigh
Brushing of Lips…

Hasty Entrance….
Piercing Undressing
Messy Debris
Rudimentary Fondling…

Open Windows…
Cool Breeze
Lit Moonlight
Shadowy Bodies…

Discovery and Anxiety…
From Lips to Pubis
Gazing Awe
Sharing Body Heat…

Familiarity of New…
Met Expectations
Control and Dependant
Intertwining and Complete

~*~
runaway kids in getaway cars
driving outbound
secret sources and
backlogged lives -days
filed away-
laundromat steam
fumigation tanks
dingy blankets thrown by the breeze
handshakes, microphones-
bottles and wheels
turning turning-
infinite empty void
to fill up with nothing
don't stop for nothing

  Dan Wilkinson

~*~

I WROTE THIS POEM SHORTLY AFTER SEPTEMBER 11 2001
SIGNED A PROUD NAVAL WIFE,
DANIELLE GRANTHAM
USS GEORGE WASHINGTON CVN 73

I WATCH THE NEWS AND SIT IN DISMAY.
I WONDER WHEN MY HUSBAND WILL BE DEPLOYED AWAY.
I SIT AND I WAIT FOR THE CALL TO COME.
MY HUSBAND WILL HAVE TO HURRY UP AND RUN.
BACK TO THE SHIP AND SEA HE WILL G.
ALONG WITH MANY OTHER FRIENDS AND FOE.
MOST OF THE FLEET HAS GONE OUT TO SEA.
I WONDER WHAT THE OUTCOME WILL BE.
HE IS A HUSBAND A FATHER A BROTHER A SON.
BUT MOST OF ALL HE IS ONE.
ONE OF THE MANY WHO OFFERS THERE LIFE.
TO PROTECT OUR COUNTRY OUR FAMILIES OUR LIVES.
I AM PROUD OF MY HUSBAND WHETHER AT LAND OR AT SEA.
CAUSE HE HAS OFFERED HIS LIFE
FOR OUR COUNTRY THE U.S.A. AND ME

~*~

 

Broken Hearted
  Laura  Smooth

I feel the tears running down my face.
All the memories I cannot erase.

The pain i feel today,
hurts my heart and won't go away.

I told you that I needed you,
You said your love for me was true.
You said you cared,
but it wasn't true.

You left me,
broke my heart,
you didn't care from the start.

So I'm letting you go now,
I won't shed a tear,
because obviously you weren't happy here.
 

~*~

Journey to Thailand
  ciele 
                                               

"L'essential n'est pas visible pour les yeux."
(The essence is not visible for the eyes)
But breeze from the daybreak glides through the my eyes.
A ferry sculls up the wave of the dawn
With my hearts rowing up to pit-a-pat.

Tradesman preparing his day
Children asking alms
Natives bathing in the river
Traveller taking a ferryboat
All great us with smile.

Tide of novelty comes with  land of mystery.
Bluish scent of the daybreak allures strangers.
Misty haze like Lorelei's ballad walks into the vagabonds'  hearts.
Welcoming smile on the wrinkled face surrounds wanderers' journey.  

Tattler's brogue reaches my ear
"Lady, Sawadee kaa. Dee jai thee dai phob gan"(hello, nice to meet you)
My courtesy responds with pleasure
"Sabai dee. Laew phob gan mai."(Thanks you. see you again)

No one knows
When we will meet again
Where we will meet again.
How we will meet again.
Only indefinite belief exists between the two of us.

Memory of tenderness conquers my spirit.
A ferry sculls into the air of the morning
With my heart brimming with bohemian's soul. 
"L'essential  est visible pour les yeux et le coeur qui voudrais voir."
(the essence is visible for the eyes and the heart who wants to see." )
 
~*~

 

Yesterdays and Todays
 janie k dziekanowski
   
    God says dont live in yesterdays. Think about your todays instead. We must not look back to our past. That is the devils trick to keep us down.
    Yesterday is a reminder of sin and guilt, from before.
    Today, through God our hope is renewed, and our belief in God renews our spirit.
    Yesterday I was a sinner. Today I am a bright new child of God. Today we rejoice in all of our wonderful todays, letting our yesterdays pass by.
Today, the sun shines down on all of Gods children.
                       
~*~

 

5:30 am
Shelly Robinson 
My alarm clock goes off,
  shattering the darkened silence.
My body engulfed in a thick cocoon of blankets.
Blurry eyed and exhausted,
  I clumsily peel each layer away.
Once again I dreamt of you.
You have become my motivation.
The reason I get up every morning,
  the reason I never sleep.
You have become my life.
My mind stained with your image,
  my heart branded with your name.

~*~

Robyn
© 2001 - Zuin Cristiano

 

I've looked back in years
looking for something
for a smile, a word
that can be like the
one you gave to me
only finding emptiness

Those feeling of loneliness
that suddenly disappeared
mutating in rush of joy
just knowing you're there
just knowing you care

Nothing on earth could make me
this way, no drugs can give
me the same power
the lack or tiredness
and the same amount of happiness
that your love give to me

I'm lost in the depth of
your love so true so pure
so willing to be received
and so willing to be returned

So many are the ways
love can knock at your heart
so many are the ways
fate tries to  keep us apart
like fighting lost battles

When we first met
something magic happened
our souls were there
meant to be together

I took a star to give it to you
I took the moon to give to you
You gave me your smile
You gave me your love
You've stolen my heart

Holding the key of it
No one can enter or reach
my heart except you
just hold it tight,
treasure, protect the key

Cause one day
I'll be with you
and you finally can use
that key to open my heart
and let my love for you unfold


~*~

 

Love Poem # 69
Shelly Robinson
 

Perhaps I am an artist,
  finding beauty in the obvious as well as the unexpected.
You could be my masterpiece,
  a hidden beauty waiting to be discovered.
You with your big, bright eyes,
  along with the sensitivity and love behind them.
Your work strained hands,
  dyed dark from everyday duty.
You are my priceless dream.
You are unique yet not surreal
  and I love you for it.
If I could paint my future,
  you would be present on every canvas.
The love of my life would be your role,
  you play it so well already.
~*~ 

 

as cold as winter wind i am
              for love
       in me has gone away
        so shall i take another breath
     or preach to one
            about death. 

     now in your hearts consider and feel the
     heart or a teen.

         N8

~*~ 

Best Friends
  Ashley Miller

Best friends forever you and me
Don't you remember? that's the way its supposed to be
We are going through those years
the ones with lots of tears
I thought we had no fears
What happened? Together forever
that's how it was supposed to be
Sisters by love, devotion, and trust
I guess its the miles causing our friendship to rust
Best friends forever you and me
Don't you remember that's the way its supposed to be

~*~
 
Miami's prisoners
Carlos

Concrete fields and vines of wire fill the landscape which i call home.
Such a sad state of affairs romping through lush misery and the stagnent smell of depression fill the nostrils like a garden nursery in the middle of the summer's wrath.
Mother, am I beautiful like you 've told me when I was young?
No. You've sucked the milk from a rancid soul.
Father, will I be a man with dignity and love?
No. You come from the seed of hatred and loathing of life.
Mother, will I ever find my soul mate?
How can you when you have no soul?
Father, will I ever be somebody in life?
How can you be somebody when you never were anything?
The walls are coated with tears and blood painted over with white.
Nothing happened here. Nothing ever happens.
Mother, why are people scared of me?
Because you're a freak.
Father, why do they run from me?
Because they hate you.
How can I win them over?
Losers never win.   

~*~
  Mom
  Amy Go hlke

 

Every life has to start with one,
whether you're a daughter or a son.
Whether you have a dad,
or he's left you sad.

Your mom tries to help you,
in everything that you do.
It may not seem that way,
but you'll realize it someday.

Your mom may yell,
but really she wishes you well.
Living without a mom is not a winner,
wouldn't be anyone to cook you dinner.

Some say they hate their mother,
it's sad cause they'll never have another.
Be careful what you say and do,
after all she's done for you!
~*~

 

Scarlet
Aimee Teagarden 

In her black dress
Sadly she sits
Her hair is a mess
Her shoes worn to bits
She can't really think
She's drunk and she's stoned
She can't even remember
The guy she brought home
The man on the bed
As wild as a beast
Last night thought of her
As a midnight feast
She didn't decline
Nor did she protest
To this crazy man on her chest
She can't walk
She can't even see
And then I realize
       Oh God
This is me...

~*~

 

Gone In Five Seconds.
    Nikki   
          One Minute I was saying Good bye, Cya later Cya when you get home.
         I was hugging you.
         I was kissing you on the check.
         Then I was saying three powerful words: I LOVE YOU!
         A few hours later I was watching the world fall apart.
         You were minding your own business then 5 seconds your were on your way to HEAVEN.
         I sit here now regretting all the times we fought argued.
         The times we didn't talk.
         The times I didn't or forgot to say I LOVE YOU!
         You didn't do anything to the world .
         You shouldn't have died.
         Now you don't have to suffer.
         You are now at the feet of GOD.
         You are asking him to watch over us.
         Your LOVE and BIG HEART will always be here on earth.
~*~

 

A Soul Travels
Linda H. Cole
Trapped in a piece of Hell
Released from Demons that dwell
From dreams reality fell
Upon entrance my soul is held
Tight in loving clutches that meant well
Sitting in serenity's calm cell
Everyone enters--no one exits to tell
Staying in the silence of harmonious bells
The scars of evil slowly melts
Eternity's presence causes disappearing of welts
Purity of body and soul from One help
At the alter, thoughts are bowed and knelt
Forgiving and repenting the true self
Control of nothing with free will
Emotional moment from now until...
Time moving in a space sitting so still
The streams of energy flow presents no filth
So my body sat, looking in through the window-sill.

~*~

 

Tomorrow
  Roy Chambers

 

I once dreamed i was a king and i had a bird with just one wing but man that bird he sure could sing. he sang a song of a place in time where everything will be just fine, no more pain and no more sorrow. he had a ring above his head and sang a song of streets of gold, a  place where no one will ever grow old, and all the birds will have two wings. I asked my bird when this will be and he shook his head and said maybe tomorrow. now when i awoke from my dream i sure missed my bird with just one wing and all the songs he would sing.
~*~

 

( Formality)
Holly Martin
 

She holds,

  The world in her,
  Tiny palms.

Weaving,
  Magical spells,
  With the words
  She speaks.
Her heart intends,
  Only good,
  But is sometimes misguided by the,
  Demons within.
She could persuade the
  Stars to fall from the night
Sky,
  With a blink of an eye.
Learning how to,
  Cope
  With this thing
  Called life.
A child,
  To an adult
  With no middle,
  Ground.

She gave up,
  Her magic wand,
  For a pair of,
  Six inch,
  Heels,
  And for diamonds
  That shine like,
  The moon on a black as
  Velvet night.
She became one of,
  Them.
Isolated and cold,
  Possessing enough greed and sin,
  To consume,
  The Grand Canyon.
All she owns is regret,
  And envy.
  All because,
She gave into the idea of,
  Formality.

~*~

 

PICKING UP THE PIECES
NEVILLE CUMBERBATCH

LIKE A BROKEN VASE OR A BROKEN HEART,
SOMETHING SPECIAL HAS COME APART,
THE LOVE THAT ONCE WAS IS NOW NO MORE,
THE BROKEN HEART IS TORN AND SORE.

ONCE BEFORE SO MUCH IN LOVE,
LIKE SPECIAL MANNA FROM ABOVE,
THEN CAME SOMEONE FROM WAY BEYOND,
LIKE THE BROKEN VASE THAT LOVE WAS GONE.

THOSE MEMORIES PAST WILL ALWAYS LAST,
LOOK NOW TO THE FUTURE NOT THE PAST,
JUST THINK POSITIVELY AND YOU WILL FIND,
THE BROKEN HEART WILL HEAL IN TIME.
~*~
 

  -= Cyber Love =-

-= Caroline Elia

I still remember every moment we had
Times we laughed and times we cried

And I ask myself each and every day
Does he really love me as he always say?

As our love was fading and falling apart
So painfully hurting deep in the heart

Echoes in my head, at night, keeps me awake
This man don't love you "Stupid" and it's all fake

That feeling inside, Oh God, so hard to say
I just can't let it all out, I couldn't find away

I though it's real. My love had always been
But in fact, I was nothing but letters on his damn screen

Take my words and if possible pass them on
This is how modern love relations go on

If a guy messages you saying "baby I miss you so"
Don't ever let that weak part inside get over you

Add to your knowledge everything I've seen
And now I leave. Thank you. Yours Caroline.

~*~

the words that i write maybe mean nothing
but saying nothing out loud must mean something
if ignorance is bliss than why am i distraught
with feelings of exhaustion you'd think i had fought
running away and pretending to be
what i am or what you see
i have to laugh at all the mess
just trust in god and you'll be blessed
there is an answer to what we seek
the world is given to those who are meek
the truth isn't clear but the answers been given
the end will come to all who are living
so believe in God and yourself
and worry about nothing else

rdg

~*~

Frank's Conversation with God
Stacy Prevost

          " 'Twas I, the good soldier, shooting nothing I had seen! 
          Those filthy feminists killed all that had lived in the mountains.
         "Life is a series of ups and downs, and this obviously wasn't an up."
         was the pitiful excuse the had spoken. I, on the other hand had stood like
         an iron bedstead, tucked into the corner of an attic when they came.
         Standing silently, I stood there alone, not knowing what to do.
         Now I am here, gone from the free world, for doing what is right rather than wrong?
         I Think Not!"
~*~

 

Why does murder induce the spirit for positivity
when knuckles are cut from building rubble ....now is when we care
souless individuals are suddenly found,
Who asked for this, of course none, the sun cried as did the night
because man has overdone his self this time.
hundreds died from hate...too late! I screamed in my heart, because it is the start of the end. Across the ocean is confusion, bruisin my mind, because time, after time history rewinds to remind us of what we really are, and to show us what to be. Love moved the sea, not moses... close in on the evidence that we are one. not evil demonstration.
perpetuate peace, and open the third eye blind, behind is where to leave, and we'll see integration..

   abstract

~*~

Of God
Kyle Zumwalde
 

I wish to die now

For I have seen my fate
I know I can’t be happy
For I am the messenger
I have come from above
To take on the world
To see if one person
Could stand alone in this place
As not a happy person
I wish to die
Take me with thee
For I am the son
Of God

~*~

 

My Enchanted Deity
Gerard Donald Chandru

 

She’s a person born to bear pain,
yet she bears them all, though her advises go in vain;
Just as the sun radiates light, she radiates love,
because she is  specially given to us, from the person above,
A person worthy of such praise is my mother;

She sheds tears in the dark,
just to make our weary lives spark;
She toils from day to night,
yet her smile beams so bright;
She is someone who cannot be compared to another,
because a person worthy of such praise is my mother;

A person who made life so easy and has given so much,
doesn’t grumble or expect anything to herself as such;
Our only prayer to the God almighty,
is to give her long life and happiness aplenty;
A person who considers others woes as her own and I wonder,
Cause a person worthy of such praise, could only be my Mother.

~*~

 

THEY SAY THERE IS ONE FOR EACH OF US
SOMEONE TRULY MEANT TO BE
JUST THAT ONE PERSON FOR US TO LOVE
AND LOVE US BACK UNCONDITIONALLY

ONLY ONE CHANCE AT HAPPINESS
ONCE FOUND IT NEVER LEAVES
IF THAT ONE LOVE HAS NOT FOUND YOU YET
HAVE FAITH AND JUST BELIEVE

SOMEDAY SOON THAT ONE WILL COME AROUND
AND SUDDENLY YOU WILL FIND
THE ONE AND ONLY LOVE FOR YOU
HAS FINALLY ARRIVED

THAT'S WHAT THEY SAY, THOSE IN LOVE
WHO HAVE A LOVE AT THEIR SIDE
OBLIVIOUS TO THE PAIN THAT'S FELT
WHEN THE ONE FOR YOU SAYS GOODBYE

I KNOW BEST TO SAY THAT LOVE
IS NOT AT ALL WHAT IT SEEMS
LIFE IS A TALE OF TWIST AND TURNS
REALITY OVERSHADOWS YOUR DREAMS

PART OF LOVING INVOLVES LOSING
AND BELIEVING THAT IN THE END
THERE WILL BE THAT ONE FOR YOU
AND YOU WILL BE LOVED AGAIN
  LISANDRA MACHADO

~*~

Next Dude
Marangely Diaz

 

Boy you have lost your chance.
When I'm lonely you say "I'm too busy to shoot through".
What am I to do when I can't get any kind of lovin from you.
When I call you, you don't answer the phone.
I guess I have to find someone else to keep me company, since your to busy doin you.
What is a girl like me to do, when I can't get a little time from you.
I guess I have to call the next dude cuz I'm wasting my time waiting on you to come through.
Now why are you knocking on my door, now look who's busy!!!
He's doing all the thing you don't do.
Sorry for doing this to you, but boo a girl like me gets lonely just like you.

  ~*~

 

lesson 2
chad oaks

do you remember me?
you've changed my life so drastically.
in a good way,
in a bad way...
i don't know.
but changed never the less.
do you remember me?
do you remember being in my arms, looking up at the night sky?
do you remember your words of love?
i felt my mind entangle with your's.
i heard your voice echo in my soul.
and i saw you throw it all away without a second thought.
it makes me wonder...
do you remember me?
~*~

 

My Love's Story
Nivedita Bhattacharya

There was an hour in a long lost time
When a love was born in an embittered clime.
Miles of void in oceans of pain,
Thus my love was born insane.
There was a fire ablaze, with no comfort in rain,
No smothers in kisses ,empty passions in vain.

She was blue anguish ,red fire and jealous green
She was pink passion ,black hate and white serene.
She was drunken in desire with no lovers moon;
She showered her love like a paper bloom.

She fled from wait to keep thee apart
While to perish in passion she gave my heart.
And you promised faith in eternal amour
Just when my love had died a whore!
~*~
 

LULLABY
   Vidya Premkumar
  

 

Listening to a lullaby written

For a prince, I doze off
On the fourteenth line
And yet she sings till the last.
I twitch awake on her lap
And ask how many lines were there?
She smiles and says 28.
I will record her lullaby
And put my baby to sleep
On the 14th line.
She says anybody will go to sleep
Because it was written for a prince.

On abandoned summer nights like these
I crawl my way home to
The Putan Bunglow on the hill
In a village.
It is no more “new”.
It has grown mature and worn,
With seven children budding in it.
It ten rooms reflect
Exhaustion exploitation and desertion.

But on hot summer nights
I can still catch the whiff
Of my grand mother’s lamp
Smoking in the veranda.
And I can catch the stories
Rolling in the silent heavy air;
Stories told in despair,
To keep the pressure of
Pouring black nights away.
Now, they only bounce of walls;
Empty of concern.

She in the city now
Singing lullabies to her grand children
And lulling them to sleep
A sleep so deep
Where the dark heavy pleasure
Of dreams come
And wave away the tiredness.

~*~

 

POSTCARD

Meet me in the park
--any park
    --every park
at noon on Sunday.

I'll bring the wine.
  Adam Lackie

~*~

 

                      Follow Him
                  Follow him
       By: Will Horton


Go follow him everywhere he may go
Across the ocean row, row, row
up a mountain so big and tall
just remember not to fall

Along a valley so deep and wide
you will make it have good pride
Among a desert hot and dry
prayers to him will get you by

Threw a river so strong and tough
reed your bible just enough
Threw a storm with blowing wind
Go to  church and it shall end

Threw the clouds and up the sky
The journey awaits until you die

~*~

 

Anger
Laughter..
I’ll make you laugh
I’ll carve the smiles myself
please let me help
it's the least I can do
let me help you destroy me
please
tell me what I can do
should I just walk by you
that seemed pretty funny to you
sitting in your car
mocking me
have we met?
have we spoke?
strangely
I can't seem to recall any occasion,
that justifies your actions
fuck off
I’ll smash the windows
grab the shards of broken glass
and I’ll sculpt
I’ll become an artist
vengeance is my brush
death is my art
your blood.. my paint
  nytemare
~*~

 

I am a balloon
Too low to fly so high,
Inside is my life, my air,
and my soul so true as the day I die.
From the first day I was embraced,
I would grow until my reflection was
broken by my state of individuality so feared by others.
My life is held together by skin I cannot break
but can be broken by others.
As my air cry's to to leave
my skin hurts of betrayal and sadness as
it knows it is unwanted.
As my last ounce of air is released from my
silky smooth skin, relief comes over me as I am released from
my needless, forsaken body as I am not trapped anymore.
As I now can look at the whole universe all
at once without a shame or a worry
I realize,
Now I am alive from my life of death.
  Jey jeyboob

~*~

Life is Life
  V-Lo

Picture the scene, sunny day, clear skies, and cool breeze...

Now picture my scene, thousands dead, bombs fly..in the
season where we freeze...

Its amazing how things can change overnight, for I can remember
a day were life was life, but now when I switch on the TV, all I can
see is a man talking about how he lost his wife...

What gives you the right to take thousands of lives, husbands and wives,
in the name of god? gimme a break, hiding behind religion? thats insane
and is no excuse for the pain...

But Im not here to diss you, my poetry cant do you know no harm, you have a
black heart and you'll never believe in calm.

Fight fire with fire? Is that president's desire? Lets leave that to him, but
for now as people all we can do is build the wall, cement those gaps
so that evil cant put us in traps.

This isnt about America, this about the whole world...carry on working,
live the dream...and together we can kill evil....by being God's very
own unified team......


~*~

 

Let This One Breathe A Little
Matthew Wickstrom

 

Are you afraid yet? Good, you should be.
The dark side is not what you want to see,
Afraid of the inevitable cause; Details shouldn’t be stressed.
Mountains are the cause of fear, Not the snow.
Generally stoic in thinking,
Never perceiving the real; Water is water.
If shadows are what you seek; Look at your own heart,
My own holds incomprehensible dark,
Fear is far greater than death,
Love drives harder than breath,
Are you enjoying this yet? It is an ode to life,
Though you can not see past the metaphor,
This is my true blood; Breathe deeply and hold it in with eyes closed,
Now look deep into my words; What death do you see?
You hold me as though I cave easily?
I only want to be strong,
Unable to stand without understanding; Word is all I hold,
Go ahead, stand before life and judge,
The path makes sure thorough death you will trudge.

~*~
One night
George Langley
 

I was sleeping one night

when I awoke with a fright
a cold chill swept over me
 I was startled at first
 I imagined the worst
 Oh No! this really can't be
 
 From my toes to my head
 I shivered in bed
 for two or three hours or more
 Then I got rid of my pride
 and I leaned to the side
 and picked up my blanket that fell on the floor

~*~

Ancient Vase
© - All Rights Reserved - by M.S.  23 Feb. 1998

   Your lip once reeking from the scent of wine:
       A blue rosette fenced in Terra cotta clay
           And set aglow by a hundred suns;
                   Home to spirits before
                      The curse of ages.

                   Brittle now and lined
                      With crackles, yet
                        Lifting up a foot
                      To dance the ring-
                    a-ring-a-roses, stars
                  And lions join in hands
               Soar high above the violets.

          Your pregnant wave swells high
    Towards the brow, smelter of profounder
Orgies, thorns and flint shred and slash the flesh
 Up the nose a hook goes probing for the brain,
  Priests wash and pour: grabbing for the limbs
     Of champions, boys sacrifice at altar stones
      While guarding fish and onions and a flute
          A swan is waiting - and Leda yields
     For mating - and sunlight - - and decline.

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