Cristel Peffers

Why am I here?

Where do I come from?

Who am I serving?

Who is God?

What makes me?

Where am I going?

Why am I going?

With whom am I going?

What is my propose?

Am I dreaming the impossible dream?

How will I end mentally?

Will I die for it?

How will I end physically?

Why is good my priority?

Who reaps the benefits of good?

Where am I?

Why do I need Him?

What is the catch?

What does He want?

How do I get to know Him?

Where is He?

Does He know about me?

Where will I end physically?

Does He care?

Where will I end mentally?

How will I end spiritually?

Will I go to Heaven?

What do I need to attain to get In?

What is true freedom?

Will there ever be peace?

Will I have fulfilled my purpose?

Will I grow from my mistakes?

Why do I want to do good?

Where will I end spiritually?

Is it a basic trade: deeds for rewards?

What is the ultimate motivation?

Why do I know so little?

What is the answer to life?

1,000,000 Questions. 1 Answer.

4Unkown1

There Is No Question

Intelligence and tolerance characterize open-minded societies,

while envious sadism is typical of emotionally blocked communities?

 

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A NEW WORLD IS RISING FROM THE DUST

by ROBERT DAVIDSON

Something new is happening in the world today

You can feel it throbbing in the air

Not even a climate change can break our will

'Cause we've seen the writing on the wall.

It's time, they're chanting. for a new age of hope

'Cause we've all learned how to trust.

You can even touch it with your out-stretched hand -

A new world is rising from the dust.

But then I awoke from my nightly dream

I was trying so hard not to scream.

The world was not at all as I would have it seem.

We're all learning to trust the brotherhood of man

You can feel it throbbing in the air

Not even terror-bombs can kill our new-found joy

'Cause this is the time for a brave world new.

An earthquake breaks the old order all apart

'Cause it's all decay and full of rust.

People no more crying 'cause they're sad or poor -

A new world is rising from the dust.

But then I awoke from my nightly dream

I was trying so hard not to scream.

The world was not at all as I would have it seem.

We're all stretching out a kind neighbourly hand

You can feel it throbbing in the air

Not even a tidal wave can break our bond of love

'Cause we've seen the writing on the wall.

Hurricanes blow the old beliefs all apart

We know for sure we're never gonna bust.

People no more crying now they're rich and free -

A new world is rising from the dust.

And then I awoke from my nightly dream

I was trying so hard not to scream.

The world was not at all as I would have it seem.

                                   Star

The star shines very bright

The star had truly shown its might

The star shines through night

For The Audience

by Bill Albright

Did you engage clowns, my dear

There must be comedy to enjoy

Don't bother the elections are near.

Laughters or lies divert all fears

Create an elaborate feint and ploy

Did you engage clowns, my dear

Await an anthem, flags, roaring cheers

To greet the performance of a human toy

Don't bother the elections are near

Spectators crowd up front from the rear

For a better view, no place to be coy

Did you engage clowns, my dear

Emboldened by truths unclear

A rabbled herd of fleshed alloy

Don't bother the elections are near

Lustful, shedding not a lamentable tear

Victors repel with promised ploys

Did you engage clowns, my dear

Don't bother their elections are near.

DRIBBLING DAYS

 bluerock

  The  dribbling  days  hoodwink 

  our  suspect  one-man  defence;

   Words  shadow-box  with  figures

  on  the  computer - screen,

  Graphic  colours  skim  by .....

 

  These  are  the  humdrum  horrors

  of  a  hijacked  day 

  in  search  of  bread,

 when  our  brains  bubble  with  bits----

  Does  the  mind  remain  in  the  arm-pits? 

Sweat running down my forehead

Hands shaking 

The piercing feel of millions of eyes peering out to me

Waiting 

Watching

Wanting me to just mess up

Whispers coming out the four corners of the room

Tripping

Stumbling

Stuttering over words that seemed to not come out

Ever thing around me goes silent

The only thing I can hear now is the clock

Tick

Tick

Ticking behind me

At last my speech is over

Hannah Lopez

Glow Stick

never had a glow stick

cant see in the dark

found butane lighter

but it wouldnt spark

broken candles , flashlights dead

too dark for solar power

waiting for the break of day

minutes , seconds, hours

missed a thousand sunsets

while I wandered in a dream

calling for a glow stick

with a silent scream

No Place To Call Home

By: Keith (Donyel)

 

 

I wear the mask of my forefathers given to them by their slave masters. Whose bodies were broken and beaten chained and sold. Black chains against black skin, blistering on the outside as well as within. Names lost like leaves thrown into the wind, given false identities by wicked men. Trained to be  something unknown, Kings amid kings pulled down from their thrones. Treated like children even though they were grown, many carted away over two-thousand miles away from Sierra Leone. Deep within my spirit I can still hear the moans; and the pain of not knowing from whence I came won't leave me alone. The content of my character tainted by the color of my skin, as over two-hundred years of slavery took away my kin. I try to hear their voices being carried in the wind, but ignorance of their language does not allow me to comprehend. I search for a pride that has been stripped aweigh, stuck with a pitchfork and tossed away. The misery that my ancestors would have had to endure, should strip me of my arrogance and make me pure. But I am lost to their plight and unable to think right, ready to blame somebody but unwilling to fight. Many of those who suffered gasp for their last breaths, struggling to stay alive until their was none left. Beat with the cattails to make them turn into place, knowing not where they were going with a look of horror on their face. Naked, stuffed in the ships belly all cramped and smelly, throwing up from the stench. Killing each other for more space, the strongest created my race, and that is why today you see my face and yet I still feel quite displaced. The most combative slaves had their arms cut away to fix the minds of those who sought to rebel. A life lived in hell, for  a body prepared for sale, a coffin without a nail, a prison without the cell, a story with no one to tell. Who am I? Son of Percy begat by Jimmy, and after that my ancestors cannot hear me!! I cry to be known and to know where is my true home. I do not wish to claim the entire continent, to damn broad of a placement.

   i cant belive                            i cant belive u anymore i thought i could but i cannot for u hav broken this heart 2 many times 2 count god how long hav i waited 4 u 2 b gone but it is 2 late 4 u 2 b gone 4 u hav already broken this heart 

Reality

Millions, starving

Thousands crying

All of the globe, suffering,

Don’t worry just smile

My life poem

Im sitting in class just wanting to know,

Why is life so bad i guess ill never know,

but there is things to make you feel great,

like seeing your girlfriend or stepping up to the plate,

maybe people dont see it,theres this sensitive side,

i dont really show it i keep it buried deep inside,

if you love her let it go it might just come back,

ive heard that one before love is what i lack,

tossing and turning it dosent make sence,

if she only knew, things would just fit,

my life like a poem trying to fit in,

but i crumble it up and write it again,

life is repeated over and over,

i know there is somthing that will make me less sober,

its called drugs people use them to hide,

but what they dont know is it worth it all to die,

ive tried to escape and  run from it all,

you get to this point where u reach this wall,

you try to concor it but you just slip and fall,

your hearts not strong enough all you can do is crawl,

your hoping for happiness and somthing called love,

theres only one place for that just look up above

  

High School

It's almost time to go

and leave Junior High

we were pretty low at sometimes

but it's still hard saying good-bye

we must leave

and go to high school

because we'll always keep

our memories and thinking we're cool

we have memories to treasure

but they're not all over

we still have a lot more of the future

and don't forget we have each other

when we're down

we need a friend to talk to

I know you'll be right there next to me

making me a lot better

telling me jokes

to have those tears brushed

and tell me a story

about a boy named Russ

I miss the past

we're in Jr. High

we had a class

but now, all we're saying is bye

high school is fun

it's a blast

more than one ton

I just miss the past

a wish upon a summers night
angela rochelle derscha

summer.. it begins at the 21st of june. ijust can't wait! until that faithful date.because in summer the sun rises high into the sky. and at night iget to see the fire flies. ialso get to hang out with my friend. because.. when we're together the summer days never seem to end. those memories made on that summer day.. weren't the best but iwouldn't throw them away. every summer inever spend them alone because i'm at the beach and not at home! no homework no reading no math! now that school is over nothing is in my path! ihope forever and ever it stays in this weather. ihave a thousand ideas for summer fun! and when it's over my summer will be done.

POETRY!!  

by:brandy Moody

             

                 Poetry is peaceful

                 Poetry is kind

                 It helps you express

                 Whats on your mind

                 You can make someone

                Feel worm inside you

                Don't need to hide

                When your happy or blue

                Remember verb it's what

                        You do!!

Unified Field Theory

You think?

The Water is flowing to

a spout-

near the Rocks!

An arrow is pointing to a Black

Hole-

where does it go?

Would a shipwreck occur?

The lizard is peeking into

a treasure chest-

the Water might just

be sprinkling way

out there-

in some

other

Cosmos!

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PUGET SOUND

I was brought to you as a child,

Enchanted by your energy.

You watched me each day, careful not to lead me to harm.

Take me now... come into me.

Forge me into iron, and let me sink.

Embrace me as one of your own.

Let me move within your controlled heartbeat.

Free-Flowing and alive..

Back and forth, high and low.

Watching the moon for signs of our change.

Merciful tides take me with you

Let me fold into your depths.

HAPPINESS:

If I could know that happiness

was always mine to keep

and that father time stood still

on these shores that run to deep,

I'd pocket all the sunshine

within the drops of rain

that make a pitter-patter sound

on shutters and window panes.

Then breath the dancing mist in

from droplets flying free

and hear the tin roof singing

above the big oak tree.

I 'm sure that I know God here

in this place that brings me rest

for peace loans time sweet memories

grinding sad ones into dust.

Though I may travel far away

and to distant lands I'll roam,

my heart will always lead me back

to this place which I call home.