FEAR

I hide from fears of realization

I run so they wont catch me

I am getting tired though

It does not make any sense

I run from fears so not to get any

But I get fear from fear

Sit in the shadows scared

Listen while they go by

I want them to leave me alone i deny

I don't want them why me

SO i decide just to take them

Now i am free with no need to hide

now i am me

To Be Me

By: Jeff White

If you looked into my eyes, you’d see just what it means to be me.

There in the beautiful blue balls,

You’d see a bird flying free

And a bridge into my life

And all the times when I needed a helping hand

If you looked into my eyes

If you looked into my eyes, you’d see the bright light of salvation shining there

And evil freakish fantasies drowning there

And a dumb ditz dancing there - I did that for ex credit

And troubled soul screaming there

And a beautiful towering tree growing there

If you looked into my eyes

If you looked into my eyes

You might understand the change I’ve been through

I wish you could hear what I’m thinking

Because then you’d understand.

If you look into my eyes you’d know how much oppression I get for my beliefs.

If you look into my eyes

Maybe you could see how much I care

And everything I see

And everything I do

If you looked into my eyes.

THE  EYES

BY  LIP  SAI  LIN

EYES 

FULL  OF  SOUL

ENDLESS  MISERY

BURNING  REDDISH

ALARMING  WATERLY

SPARKLING  DARK

MISTY  DULL

SHAKLY  SLEEPY

SHARPLY  ALERT------

EYES

FULL  OF  METAPHORS

HIDDEN  MEANINGS

BLINKING  CHARMS 

SPOTLIGHTLY  HATRED

CUNNING  CHEAT

PLUNGING  ANGER

PIERCING  JEALOUSY

OVERSPILLED  JOY ------

YOUR  EYES- 

THE  DOOR  TO  YOUR  HEART  AND  THE  BRAIN

( OH

PITY  THE  BLIND

WHO  LOST  HIS/HER  SOUL  ?  )

SUDDENLY AGAIN

~Ben Greene

Suddenly unexpected

Influencing me all the time

Suddenly I’m wretched

Feeling like I’m

Suddenly alone

Standing here

What else am I to think

Where will I go

It’s too late

For me to follow you

Suddenly overdo

My eyes turning red

Made my way back home

Put covers over my head

Once I was a friend

Once I was a friend

Suddenly offended

Once I was away

Suddenly again

Let it be

Prabha Trimurty

As I steer myself into the future.

 I peruse over my shoulder.

I am horrified.

 Eyewitness of the tarnished past

Man in indescribable suicide

Love extinguishing, decaying away.

 Do I really want to know

Can You See?

Jealousy is a foggy mirror

You can barely see yourself

For your perception is blurred

By the haze of ambitions and desires

You can barely see yourself

A mere outline of your stature is visible

By the haze of ambitions and desires

You are indifferent to self-beauty

A mere outline of your stature is visible

Dull hues replace the bright colors

You are indifferent to self-beauty

It contorts your opinions

Jealousy is a foggy mirror

Dull hues replace the bright colors

It contorts your opinions

For your perception is blurred

DRY TEARS

Dry tears are the tears I cry inside,

The tears only I can see.

I cry these tears to let go of pain,

To give in to myself and my weaknesses.

No one can see my tears,

No one can hear my cries.

I play my life as though I'm happy,

When I'm killing myself with these lies.

I see people cry in front of me,

And I don't know how to react.

How am I supposed to comfort others,

When I can't even comfort myself.

Aint't nothin unfair buddy,

it's tough luck.

to find her lovin not there,

nigga that's just plain fucked up.

don't get your feelings crossed,

to charge it to the game means

let's take a loss,

  and if you tryin to floss,

you can't shine without the gloss.

 and that's as real as it comes.

with no bricks or no guns

a broken heart torn apart still

would leave you num.

take the advice from an ump time loser,

they ain't right they'll leave you

stumped in the night like fred kruger.

Little Girl.

Where is that little girl.

With those locks and curls.

The little girl who was not wanted.

Who cried alone in her lonely bed.

Where is the little girl.

Who no one wanted in this world.

She was different and she knew it always.

But she thougt i'm here so here I will stay.

That little girl endured a lot of pain.

Watching time pass and not much to gain.

But she found another life .

But never forgot that little girl in strife.

That little girl is now a woman.

Growing older with grey hair like sands.

That little girl still thinks of yesterday.

She knows that tomorrow will now come her way.

 

 Mislay

                   My life was so short-sighted,

                   Decisions that were one sided.

                   Rushing to conclusions,

                   That were purblind illusions.

                   Narrow-minded in what I saw fit,

                   Disposal of my soul for mere profit.

                   Recovering from my wickedness,

                   A life full of sinfulness.

                   God as my remedy,

                   I can now let go of my insensibility.

"VISIONS OF A DREAM - COME TRUE"

~Jordan Bratton~

Orange hues and purplish blues

The tiring sun descends into the sea

Warming winds provide a refreshing air

Allowing my heart to feel light as I snuggle close to you

A smile creeps up your lips and your arms tighten around my waist

The red sun reflects its softening rays into your closing eyes

Gently you untie the binding bows

Of the tiny material that hides my true self

Slowly I allow myself the pleasures of your soft caress

-As the night deepens

Eventually letting down my guard beneath your strong exterior

With each sensual kiss I let out the soft murmur of your name

A passion so true only visible among the brightest of stars

As time passes the loving night transforms into the dawning day

And I awaken to find my dreams came true...

JACK
  Scotti Jones

He comes

He goes

He gets what he wants

He laughs

He feeds

He kills what he hunts

Today

That's me.

 

Shake me up

To the core

No way for

My lips to

Move upward

Or my teeth

To touch up

My soar tongue

Or swallow

That bitter

Taste of life

Or hold that

Upset glass

Or knock up

That shut door

Or stiffled

Weeping flower

Or tourtchered

Blind seabirds

Eyes brimfull

With clear dust

Eclipsed sun

Never bare

That ordeal

Of mocking masks

-0-
The Enbay
         

-0-

-0-

 

Same song...

Same song is playing on radio

I walk on road without you, also

The cry to open the street

Is crowdy and without meeting

Same song is flowing toward me

Bar is going to all pain

But no hurry up  and i don't want

Any wine without you bayby

Same song is still same song

But our separation is unsimilar

All watches were late

And we will forget everything

But i know when i hear that song

It will bring me everything

And i know also  my templates

Mountains, rivers, and loving

Now i m drinking

I must know where is my love

Now i m going

All glass is empty and loveless

Same song.... where is your voice

Same song... we have sing together

And in my heart, baby, since ever

Your picture is colorless

Feelings

Waking up in the morning,

I touch your gentle face,

such soft and creamy smooth skin,

my heart cant keep its pace,

my love for you is too strong,

I cant hold it in any longer,

in the morning I yell out that I love you,

in the night, I wonder.

Why did I tell you?

What did I do wrong?

You don't love me back at  all,

i guess this didn't last long,

all my hope and dreams are gone now,

for I have died,

and when you just realized you loved me too,

you have cried.

Is it really that tough!

I’ve got to take my mind off you,

To make myself get through.

Even though I’m always there,

Feel’s like nobody cares,

Enough for me to shed a tear.

I’ve felt like this before,

I feel so insecure.

It starts with one thing I don’t know why,

It doesn’t even matter how hard I try,

It makes me wanna cry.

You’re just a part of me I can’t let go,

After all that we have been through,

I will surly make it up to you.

Thing’s aren’t the way they were before,

I promise I won’t hurt any one of us anymore.

I find the answers are not so clear,

Wish I could find a way to disappear.

Every time I look into the past,

Our last time together I wanna make it last.

There are days I can’t forget,

There are things I regret.

In my life there has been pain,

Without you I don’t think I can face it again.

I know what I’ve got to do,

It’s not to act like a complete fool.

INNER WAR.

I hope upon hope that this war will end soon,

explosions in my mind,

as big and as bright as the full moon,

DARK,

like the night sky,

it grips me,

takes over me,

it becomes me,

nobody can stop what i am becoming,

i feel my body numbing,

as that person comes out,

only when we're alone, he comes,

what reasons to i have for the actions that i make,

as strong as the human body is,

there's only as much as it can take,

He lashes out,

petite arguments lead to this,

one dead woman and blood on my fists,

What did I do?

Why did I do it?

~good mourning~

six feet deep

in the ground

looking up

as the dirt spreads across my case

i wave hello to the people that crowd

to see my last face

good mourning it is

great day to be in the ground

the soils rich the clouds all grey

ill say its a great day

to be six feet in the ground

you come by to put flowers down

the wind comes in pushes them around

you come to say

good mourning

ive come to say good day

good day means forever

good mourning means today

ive come to say good day

this is the last time you'll see my face

six feet deep

in the ground

looking up

as the dirt spreads across my case

i wave hello to the people that crowd

What is a dream to a nightmare? A lonely chorus in the company of TV princesses. Not yet beautiful until she smiles soft crosses and sinking out fingertips in vile plumes. And a space was set aside for the bulletproof strength. The same brought up on paper horses in toy deserts with white ribbons raping little Suzy’s perfect one hundred. And cheap was it, the red tears running when looks of 84 meet lips of 17 And this last notes to fake faces, the long heat-wave bodies, pink cheeked, yawning at simple pains, pale from late mornings and cold recovery poses. It’s the Saturday of small habits, where even the punks all confess “it would never happen to me” …but it does. And here I am bleeding before yet another mirror. In this burn, singe still beyond expected unexcessive raptures of towel sky shrug motions. You can leave although the door is locked. Who’s the whore now? Spitting on another horrible cure as if it were a convertible social virus that believes strictly that there !

How Much More

Edwin Flores

Nearing the edge of what divides

our breaking point of what does lie

inside ones heart and in ones mind

broken the feel and out of time

So hard one tries to keep the pace

harder to keep a content face

for  trouble stirs inside the soul

today our grasp has lost it's hold

Breathing becomes harder to do

life we withdraw from living too

depressed the state of mind becomes

of shattered hearts,  our will undone

To what degree can one succumb

intelligence becomes now dumb

for life has taken a head count

some M I A casualties mount

How much more the question asks

will one survive these storms that tasks

the will of some burdened by pain

insanity ruling now claims

another soul that once was sane

Being out the best in me

for what the world has to offer

the unseeking children of tomorrow

will never know what today is

Thanks to you my friend

for this ungrateful favour

as you tried to destroy everything

that could ever give us pleasure

Bring back those lovely moments

where we all lived in happiness

and then we would not have started

this world full of destructiveness

No sense in repenting

we can only try and improve

give it all we have

the hurt the fright the getting forced onto the bed

the struggle the scared the knowing in your head

that what he's doing isn't right

although he does it every night

your so afraid of him that you just let him go

and he says that he'll hurt you if you let anyone know

so you keep it to your self, all shoved up inside

no one understands so you feel you have to hide

from yourself and others, from everyone

you know you need to leave, but don't know where to run

so you stay in your room with the bedroom door closed tight

THE WHISTLER

                           CAROL GALL

There is someone called God

he has fallen on hard times

In his torn and tattered coat

He stands and begs for dimes.

He hears somne whistling a song

He vaguely remembered the sound

Did not the angels once sing it

As bombs dropped, and man could not be found.

He had tried to help the world

He had tried and tried

But people would not, listen

He sat in silence and cried.

He had helped a lot of people

Souls  now, he was sure

For all that was left in the world

Cry in the wilderness’

Tears stinging my eyes,

I listened to the cries.

The cries, which could shake a mountain,

Those of anguish, those of pain!

All’s gone now, nothing’s left in life,

No use crying, no use to thrive!

Nothing works; all’s been washed away,

Completely torn apart, cant find any way.

God! Why did u give me a brain?

If I can’t think, if I am to suffer pain?

If I cant take my decisions, if I can’t stand?

How it hurts, wish he would understand!

Just stuck here, can’t find a way out!

Misery, distress, is it what life’s about?

The candles, passed the night weeping with me,

They’ll burn away too, and dark it would all then be …

If life is a game

then I'm so far behind, it's a shame

so leadership over it I have to reclaim

but my opponent cannot be found

when I need someone to blame.

I need a reason

a reason which can explain

why do I, in eternal sunshine

lead a constant life of rain.

Then one day

slowly and out of nowhere

the long-waited answer came:

What if the truth is a theory

I once thought was insane

and me and my greatest enemy

And Without Hope...

A scattered brain in a tattered frame

With a distinguished shame

And an extinguished flame

Sporting a stain that is regrettable

With a pain that is unforgettable

Yet change is inevitable

Life, like all things won't last

Strife, this too shall pass

Swept away like broken glass

Spoken fast was a malediction

Yet time will heal this foul affliction

Still he feels that hope is fiction

And benediction is not his friend

Honorable and glorious is not his end

God has a thousand angels that he will not send

With strength to defend him from many blows

At least this is what he thinks he knows

Ignorant of the fact that the only way evil grows

Is slow in the absence of the fire

He stands alone reeking of the mire

No longer speaking, He's seeking his sire

He tires, finding none to aid him

He's in want with no blessed font to wade in

Almost as if he was made sin

This is indeed a broken man

Without a seed or hope in hand

I am the Lord of the universe.

I created man in my own image.

From my mouth sprung all of creation;

Seas, continents, humans, animals, and stones.

I am the lord of the morning!

I am the star in the heavens that blinds your eyes with delight!

I am the love that burns within your soul!

I am the joy that wells up in your heart!

                                                                                                                                      

With wisdom I doth rule the universe,

With justice I doth dispense with evil,

With grace I doth uplift the righteous,

With patience I doth wait for man's return.

Come to me and prosper beyond your dreams

With riches made from the tapestries of bliss!

Embrace me where the angels sing high praise,

"THE FAILURE OF I"

(Michael Edgar Rogers)

I have Lived without Friends

But have Existed without Love

Bereft of a Play Child

To keep me Fresh,vigor,Alive and Wild

The Pain of Yesterday still Haunts Me

Like a Ghost from a House

Wearing a Faceless Expression

As He dances around from Room to Room

I wallow in Eternal Gloom

Face Life without Couraage

But with a Broom,to Sweep Away the Drudged toils

Love could've been Mine,A gift from a Savant Up there

Waiting for Permission to sent An Angel down my Way

However..permission was denied

Another Failure of not Sweeping a Princess off Her feet

I could have been A Prince Charming for Her Lady Fair

Unfortunately,She would have no use for me in her Care

A Useless Ware in her Wonderland Fairy Tale

She would not want a Failure in her Jail

Dust and dirt from these Shaded Halls

A ragged Hoop Court for me to throw in the Balls

Instead of a Towel,I always end up Losing..Anyway

A tiny little Mosaic Painting of a Loser in Tears

Wearing out his Youth-filled looking Years

The Failure of I is Depressed in this World

Looking like A Charlatan,dressed like a Prince

Fooling Your Highnesses,just a plain average Chimp

Take not of my Folly

Learn from your Mistakes

Be not a Failure

Do whatever it Takes

Let Live and Sigh

BE NOT A FAILURE,I!!

Emotional Scars

She walked across the room, They sneered, they jeered and leered,

Her head hung past her shoulders, Her insides fill with gloom.

Her personality has left her, Just like all her friends,

She reaches for a knife again, Will she do it? It all depends…

On her wrist there bears the scars, Of troubled years gone by, However she feels desperate, And really wants to die.

She is bullied day in day out, Death feels like an escape,

There is no one she can speak to, Except one faithful mate.

This one girl, that’s her mate, Sticks by her day after day,

She suffers the same fate, Because she is bullied too.

The reasons these two friends, Were so depressed they wanted death, Was because of crap rumours, spreaded lies, Be careful what you say and practice what you preach, You never know who you might hurt, No matter what your speech.

MOMMY,MOMMY

MOMMY,MOMMY CAN'T YOU SEE ALL THE HURT YOU'VE DONE TO ME?

I CRY IN THE DARK SO YOU CAN'T SEE MY TEARS AND INSTEAD OF SWEET DREAMS I HAVE PAINFUL NIGHTMARES.OH,MOMMY,MOMMY I DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHY MUST YOU HURT YOUR LITTLE MAN?PLEASE TELL ME MOMMY,WHAT DID I DO? TO MAKE YOU BEAT YOUR LITTLE BOY BLUE.YOU TELL ME TO FORGIVE AND FORGET BUT YOU TEACH THAT LOVE AND PAIN ARE ONE AND THE SAME IN THE EYES OF YOUR WOUNDED CHILD. OH MOMMY,MOMMY AS YOU LOOK DOWN FROM ABOVE DON'T YOU SEE MY BLUE EYES CRY OUT FOR YOUR LOVE? PLEASE MOMMY,STOP SLAPPING MY FACE IT'S ALL BLACK AND BLUE AND MY BLOOD I CAN TASTE. ALL THESE YEARS MOMMY, I'VE NEVER HEARD THE SOUND OF YOUR LAUGHTER OR A MOTHERS KIND WORD. TELL ME MOMMY,WHAT MUST I DO? TO MAKE YOU HAPPY CAUSE I WANT TO PLEASE YOU. OH PLEASE MOMMY,MOMMY STOP HITTING MY HEAD YOU'VE BROKEN MY BONES AND MY SPIRIT IS DEAD.

  MOMMY,MOMMY AFTER ALL YOU'VE DONE YOUR STILL LOVED BY YOUR LITTLE SON. AND NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP, I PRAY THE LORD MY SOUL TO KEEP I'M GOING TO DIE AND NEVER AWAKE, OH WHY COULD'NT YOU HAVE LOVED ME MOMMY,FOR GOODNESS SAKE?        AND MOMMY CLOSED MY EYES

                           FOREVER.            

AGONIZING DECOMPOSITION

by Georgie Roomes

The pain draws me inwards

Like I’m attached to a rope.

I go further and further

Into the abyss with no hope.

I try to escape

But it just makes things worse.

I want to be rid

Of this eternal curse.

I plead “Lord, Help me,

I’m hurt cant you see?”

But I get no reply