OPEN MIC ENCORE I I
March & April, 2007

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As the moonlight swiftly danced upon the sea I stood in a daze and filled up with fright Afraid that I might yet hold the key But the key only leads to another night As I trudge through the sand I quiver through the cold Wondering who is going to grab my hand But not any longer for I am to old I wonder about this key But what door might it unlock Might it unlock me?

All it does is seem to mock

As the echo of silence crossed the sea

I finally knew … it was the key

Alyssa

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A Haiku 
hannah

Pale yellow curtains
Stained by the dim light
Dripping..

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"28 Hrs. Of Motivation" 

The paths that I have chosen and the life full of decisions that I continue to lead in the end of my journey I will hold no regrets except life 4 what it was and continue to proceed-

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Life on Stage
Sara

You've probably felt unwanted once or twice But have you ever expressed it through blood and cries have you ever felt like you dont belong?

and all you can relate to is a stupid song Have you ever imagined your funeral and how you'll die have you ever smiled upon a person's cry Have you ever hoped that everyone would just die Have you ever faked a laugh or a smile Have you ever wanted to leave this world...just for a while Have you ever wanted to disappear Have you ever felt like you lost the sense of shame or fear Have you ever wondered what was the point of life Have you ever wanted to end it with a little knife Something inside of you tell you it alright You can get through life... its worth a little fight That voice is going away Its not there anymore...it has nothing to say I guess that when I realized there no point of living Im getting nothing back... all your doing is giving Ill Fake the smiles and hope to die Someday she'll regert how much she made me cry

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I AM: a holocaust survivor
I say:nothing i am speechless
I see: ss officers dogs and people (Jews) roasting in a fire and gas chambers I Here: gun shots dogs ss officer screaming I touch: my heart as it is pounding harder and harder each further step i take.
I am: a holocaust survivor
I Am: a holocaust survivor
I Cry: in pain of death and starving to death I Worry: about my family and me my friends and other fellow jews I Pretend: this is a bad dream and when i wake up us Jews will be fine I Am: a holocaust survivor I Want: this tragedy to be over I Will: never forget the holocaust I Try: to forget but can't when i close my eyes all i see is a fire of burning people.
I Hope: ss officers die and suffer the way we did.
I Dream: of freedom and those who were killed, women, children, and adults were all fine and this didn't happen.
I Am: a holocaust survivor

Regret
Brittany

The feeling builds among your guts

An unchangeable decision that lurks in the past It is deep within the secretiveness of your once peaceful mind The possibilities to relive the situation are endless It was one mere mortality of your life that will be filled with a feeling of pain One may ponder to say, if only…

THE APOCALYPSES
Larry

Run and shout, but anybody will help you out, The end of the world is coming, Destroying everything, as it path leads, Run and shout, but anybody will help you out.

Black clouds and red blooded dawns appear, Showing the victims of these slaughters, People killing of desperation, people dyeing by gods will, Everything shall disappear at once, And leave nothing at last.

Rumbling, mumbling, stumbling, steps are heard at the horizon, The riders of the apocalypses are approaching, destroying everything at free will, They can’t be stop, as their ever lasting will does not exist, Frightened all the people are, as everything reduces onto one word at last, Imagination.

Run and shout, but anybody will help you out, Everything becomes dark, and no thought can be found, A permanent wave of shock sears the land, Leaving nothing but a feeling, “despair”, Run and shout, but anybody will help you out,

A voice murmurs softly on the sky,

“Beware all my sons, the apocalypses has already begun”

When Idealism Meets Practicality.
Indian

One fine day on the streets of life,

Idealism met practility,

There was something called as`Instantenious Friendship` between them, No doubt for both were equally impressive, had their own charm.

Walking a long way together and enjoying the midst of togetherness, Such a day came when practicality got a slice of apple then the usual Mango, Setting its own rules,and changing with time ,whether it comes to material or relationships,being the identity of practicality.

Contrastingly,amused by the change ,Idealism known for its values and consistency in relationships,was left behind with nothing other than its `Self made Principles`.

It was not that,Idealism couldnt be practical, But who among the two stood the test of time?

So as the sky cannot meet the earth, Idealism should not meet practicality.

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dark cave of memories
nariman

dreary sky's and lonely winters. Dark caves empty and wet, your left all alone with things you have to regret. seeing a bit of light but not much its like your in a dark place with a flash light. you can only see shadows and hear sounds of people just like you. i ask in earnest to let me out of my sorrow and let the sun shine once again. I follow the bright light in the cave to get out, but i realize the light has disappeared and i am left there once again all alone with various things to regret.

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To put so simply the worries of the world Even though it is the world that worries many Please don't be so oblivious Look past this face that has been so carefully destroyed And the life that you have picked

The day has come again, just like every other day that has come before now But hopefully today you'll see what you missed before "It's the same old thing! Why haven't I searched for more?"

I'm no longer bound to this thing that I've ignored It's my time to decide which direction the sun will rise

The images that grace my mind and my memories Find this secret we have kept buried beneath these trees Let it burn and be seen through these clouds and your dreams The worries that we share will not keep this world from me

-Pamela Bleiler

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Brooke

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Patricia

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life is getting bitter than the candy i tasted after i opened the wrappers style while i wait agh ack ack bluagh thats nasty thank god for poetry how poets please the dome or home with truth they dont condoan bullcrap on the mic in stl or nyc even in atlanta you rap crap with your funny speaking question mr luda and yo boy chingy can you speak clearly in to the mic nelly no shake or what you want to show after the contract question they really paid you for that they really paid you for that really i laugh in the face of adversity pity how artist get paid poets are not afraid what you gonna do write something about me ha ha ha ha ha ha i go to the open mic stage to prepare my rage about the society we live in and you want to waist 3 to 5 grand for 5 minutes time to talk about me please dont do that in front of the kids they dont and allready hear whats clear how you dont care about the life outside your own man aint you grown now wow your beats is hitting but the lyrics sound the same shamethe rap game aint like it use to be thats why the industry will be trying new property robotics and cartooning what human will be left standing hay look look up in the sky on the stage its a bird its insane it's a poet with a number 1 cd book and dvd he is real and so is she i cant forget her or she will write about me poem men who dont pay female poets any attention and rappers who only want the body by the female poet
the movie poetically

pptpol
virc(c)

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john livingstine

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BAD NEWS
BUD GODSOE

I HAVE TO BRING YOU BAD NEWS WHICH I KNOW YOU'LL HATE TO HEAR, BUT YOUR SON HAS BEEN ARRESTED FOR DRINKING AMERICAN BEER, HE WAS CAUGHT DOWN BY THE RIVER BY A MAN ALL DRESSED IN BLUE, I THINK THEY CALL HIM DANNY HE IS KNOWN BY QUITE A FEW, I KNOW YOU'LL LIKELY HOLLER AND MAYBE CRY A BIT, BUT THINK OF POOR JOHNNY IN THAT JAIL HE'LL HAVE TO SIT, WHY NOT GO AND SEE HIM SOME TOBACCO YOU MAY TAKE, I KNOW HE'LL LIKE TO SEE YOU THE MONTANY IT WILL BREAK, HE HAS TO APPEAR NEXT THURSDAY IN A COURTROOM WAY UP STAIRS, JUDGE BRICE WILL BE AWAITING WHEN THE TRUTH HE'LL HAVE TO BARE, GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY THE JUDGE WAS VERY ABRUPT, I'M NOT GUILTY YOUR HONOR IT WAS ONLY 7UP, I KNOW YOUR GUILTY SON THE TRUTH IS PLAIN TO SEE, SO I'M GIVING YOU SIXTY DAYS IN ST.ANDREWS BY THE SEA.

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we live in a city were deres folks -n- people dat derez more than fity entire city but you make the choice 2 live or die but never keep your mouth dry just keep gangbanging a life or just do or die...

SR. TRIGGv

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Transpiration & expiration Bright sun Darkened face Swooning leaves replaced

Scorching words

Darkening hearts

Severing relationship

irreplaceable

kkarunambal 

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SPRING MORNING
By Jenny Tran

A peaceful night along the quiet river stream The wind sang a silent song along the cool crisp air The smell of young spring flew about, without a single care Lovely and beautiful or so it seems

Birds lie asleep in their soft warm nest A new day of spring will soon come forth The morning songs of many hued birds came from up north Slowly the giant star rolled up from the east to shine its best

The ice cold river gleamed bright as glass A rich vivid orange filled the cloudless sky The trees swayed back and forth with great grins

Thousands of diamonded dew dressed the lushes green grass As the sound of the humming water along the bank rushes by The dawn of a spring morning begins

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Tell Me
Cara Oakes                           

I Stand Alone
 Zachary Kowalewski

I see these countless shadows lined up against the wall I stand alone in silence trying to recall Just what took place in front of me As it will not let me be I have no visibility of what is in front of me And I have no guarantee

I feel the dampness of the cool wet air
And I feel like I need to prepare
Just for what is in front of me
Is to a tolerable degree

For an army it is possible but for a single man He needs one master plan In my mind I see the battle I face But I must fight it in my own pace This maybe the final fight But I will sure not have a peaceful night

This is it its now or never
What I do will last forever
Here it is its here and now
This is one battle I will not disavow
And so I SAY now

I stand alone

SUM PI
agnes jean

Pi is a long sum
Small quantity in value
Pie once ate is none.

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Faith has melted away like the last year's snow Bared the roughness and rust of my heart's broken edges Stopped my time yet again and you can’t change its flow I could not hear the night through your vows and your pledges

I am washing my soul and my heart clean off you I am soothing my wounds with uncanning forgiveness For the castles of sand that it's driven us through For the shattered glass walls of your truths and your treasons

Watch the beads of our lies as they bounce off the floor See them scatter away like the lives we have chosen Love's tiptoeing away down the hall through the door Slide your dreams right across broken heart that is frozen

Have we ever fought hard for the right not to shred Lengths of silk that held tight our souls scarred with sorrow?

I will walk down the path that your angels won't tread Take a bow as for us there will be no tomorrow

Iris Henry 

Unborn Child
Naomi

You were standing by the ocean, the sun in your hair.
You were so happy, smiling all day,
but know your lying wet on the floor,
not with the oceans water but your blood.
Your smile has fated just like the sun and the waves.
Their no longer there darkness has replaced them all; the sun, the waves, and your smile.

I, your spirit, sit here alone watching as your husband drags you to the hole he’s buried in the beach and in his heart so he can forget you and move on with his life, but one thing he didn’t know was that you carried his unborn child.