MAD MAN'S RIDDLE

NADINE DUDLEY

Crimson light, Burning bright. Amongst the souls if the dead

Poison spitting, Woman hitting. Beast, cursing the ground he tread

Restless fears, Bitter tears. Sadness of an orphan

Smiles fake, Homemade cake. Sweet taste of morphine

Hatred burning, Never learning. The purpose of a friend

Guns full, Trigger to pull. Commencing the beginning of the end

Four-wheeler, Shadow stealer. Confusion all around

Murders tool, Whispering fool. Noise with out a sound

Unceasing rocking, Constant mocking. Of a man they once called king

Boulders turning, Revenge yearning. Hatred is a terrible thing

Knock-knock, There is sin at the door

Open up, There are bodies on the floor

Unblinking eyes Do nothing but stare

All they see is blood, Death is in the air.

No little violin, Just a pauper’s fiddle

Now you must suffer the curse

I NOTHING
Michael Edgar Rogers

It is no surprise

I am nothing

Without someone's tender Eyes

Gazing at my Beauty

I thought it was There

Again.. . it is of no Surprise

For I have been wrong Before

And I shall be Again

No one would ever consider me

More than..

I NOTHING!!

ON THIS, THE FIRST DAY

of battle,

we shall see ourselves

in the mirror of our fate, not as brothers

born to the blood

and flesh of that fate, but as enemies

armed like poachers,

traipsing the flat terrain

through waist-high brush and wilderness

where there are no voices other than

   the fearless calls

of that habitat; no compromise

where it is more dense; no destination

   given,

but to wade

through a swamp of defenders

on each side of the black-water creek.

And it is there we meet.

And there we shall slay our enemy

until our brother's blood

DARKNESS REVEALED

by Daniel Wood

I have a sudden urge to kill

That is it, so fails my will

Why, why does this happen to me

Constant blackouts, impervious treachery

Like the dawning sun

Why do I have to be the one

As the moon begins to rise

I am the one that they despise

I feel so dark and vile

Why am I in such denial

As the impulse to kill

Overcomes my will

The rage grows inside of me

Like the hurricanes of the sea

Destruction is something I cannot reason

Soon I will be tried with treason

I stare at my bloody hands

Death stained across the lands

I look up into the midnight sky

The stars gleaming, I begin to cry

Men, women and children dead

My vision stained blood red

I begin to scream out loud

So shocks the evening crowd

Without control, without restraint

Darkness calls me, so dies the saint

Horrific nightmares of what I've done

These tormenting images are all I've won

In the mirror, the demon calls

It's monotone stare pierces the walls

Looking back at me, this atrocious thing

A sad, remorseful song, I begin to sing

I close my eyes and my sword I sheath

My singing stops, I do not breathe

I ask for forgiveness in the dark

Then I die, left with the hater's mark...

El Espejo

Edwin Flores

Staring eyes from a mirror, reflection of me

I stand before features on face now I see

a man once a boy,   sentiment I still hold

a child at one time, now gray somewhat old

The lines of experience run like the highways

I drove once across,  in life living my way

where broken the nights like glass they shattered

leaving what was important back then did not matter

White lines were the fever I skied to no end

Absolut was the choice, my vodka and friend

conversations no sense, sharing words just to find

someone just like us, living life and Snow Blind

Aluminum foil,  bottles where we hid

white crystal like powder, spoonfuls taking hits

the rush was elating to somber the soul

escape for the moment of troubles untold

Ski I did some, more than I cared  to

the days of life wasted and me I once knew

Where skull with white diamonds for eyes once my spoon

Shared heartbreak and a mirror, I'd come to know soon

El Espejo, a place where you too will see

What once was the person, that you used to be

Feeling Judgment

I AM white light and YOU'RE to blame

You're my candle and I'm your flame

I can sense your pain, I know your path

I can show you love, I can free your wrath

I know your fear and where it's born

I can see the mask which you adorn

I can feel your judgments as if they're mine

I can view your life which you've resigned

I know of conflict and selfishness, too

And watch your reactions and what you do

I study your mind, with eyes so clear

And know emotions before they appear

I know your moves and watch your eyes

I know your lows, I know your highs

You possess the doubt of what I say

Yet in your heart is where I'll stay

I know your present, I know your past

I can see your future, few questions asked...

yes, I am God and the Mystic, too

And believe me now... for I am YOU!   

25 on my arms

42 on my legs

for all of them, some of them are for my mother

dose she know how bad she hurts me? Did she have to say all those horrible things? she doesn't care today. If you don't want me then why have me stay?

26 on my arms

43 on my legs

Did they think it was right to pick that fight? Did they even stop to think it was wrong to sing that figgen

27 on my arms

44 on my legs

Did they not know that I was cutting my skin? Did they not see me swallowing those pills? Did they not know I sneaking those drinks?

28 on my arms

45 on my legs

one spirit burrowed into the ground

one heart broken in two

28 scars to never let me forget

 

Hate is a reaction

If I was mother africa I would cry too

the only difference is that she cries blood

I’m after all her child as I resemble her beautiful mahogany skin

I don’t act

to me, hate is a reaction

I was not born with it

But it was taught to me by the experiences of being one of her offspring

I live in the modern age where we preach equality

Engulfed by anger, I see them begging on street corners

pretended to feel no remorse

I could not help but to pity

Course to me, hate is a reaction

Seeing my own kind in the same circumstance, I failed to sympathize

For I was born in it, black being the colour of poor

Remember, I am no stranger to struggle

Seeing them red with envy, sunburned and holding walking sticks, nearly got me on my knees calling him bass again

For in my sick mentality it is wrong to see them seek some comfort from what they consider inferior

passed as if I was not affected but the pain was inflicted

Course to me, hate is a reaction

Voetsek!  Where were you when your government took care of its own, is what I felt like saying, but only ended up with mixed emotions

Rage, sorry, hurt, revenge, sorry, noxious, disgust,

sorry just had to be there

Sickened by the sardonic, mocking look on their faces when they ask for my last two rands has got me wanting to throttle them by their throats and telling them to f*ck off

But my tongue is tied as I am not like them

Thank God to me, hate is a reaction

They think their smarter but they should have known as they themselves said that what goes around comes around

and it should be a thousand folds more

But we have our mother’s heart, a heart of gold and to her we raise our glasses as we sleep with a clear mind to say they started it

So I’ll go on to claim my inheritance with no bitterness

I feel it is time for me to extend a hand to help my brother up for we blend and in a single voice scream out loud

To us, hate is a reaction

So it is their fault after all

To you who plants no seeds of resentment but reaps them

Raise your hand in dignity

for it is all fair that you climb up the ladder

Stop feeling guilty for owning possessions that you used to only see while visiting your domestic guardian

But it is time for you to cling to you last pride

Rise and shine, For what went up, came down eventually

Teach your children that as long as your last name is black

Hate Is Short

BY: Jimmy Halpenny

Love Me Now

Hate Me Then

Take The Vow

You Can Never Win

Love Is Long

Hate Is Short

Sing A Song

Make It Short

Don't Be Mean

Or Full Of Hate

Plant A Bean

And Make A Clean Slate

Sing A Song

Make It Short

Love Is Long

i want to smile as i rip open the

earth,

as i break it in half and

call it a panther.

and i want you there with me

watching

as i spit and laugh, revile and twirl

with impetuous epigrams...

and it will fall like

a flower, it will fall like the

blue bomb of

death and i will

sing the perfect songs of the

quietist...

so what do you say you mad girl?

you who has brown hair,

you who has red toes of

love.

you do have brown hair don't you?

ah, yes i do you crazy boy!

so will you come with me? and

sing blow wail: humanity: you have all

of our hands...?

ENEMY

I face the fear that burns inside.

In my dreams a child I do confide.

A jaded demon shuffles my feet,laughing hysterically never to face defeat.

You waited to long don't you see,

All that is left is blackhearted me.

You think I am weak I say with a grin,

You are a fool let this battle......BEGIN.

I slip a jab and my right eye splits,

Two steps back was all I could get.

With two powerful hooks,

My insides screamed and shook.

I don't understand.How can this be?

Every time I hit you....I'm hitting me.

Face this fact-you are destined to lose,

With me beside you to help you choose.

A light flutters the room gets brighter,

HA HA and I thought you were a fighter.

My time is expired I must stay together,

My soul will be his for now and forever.

So....I picked up a rock this brings a shriek,

Don't.....Don't was all it could speak.

I let her fly and my aim was true..................

A mirror shatters???..I thought there was two.

I rise to my feet bloodied and slow,

Only now I have the ENLIGHTENED glow.

So when things get blurry and I choose not to see,

I'll always remember my worst ENEMY is..........................ME

Spirit

On the road...

Small towns, big smiles.

Nomads,

Looking through the lens

Video truths.

Virus.

Talk tea and revelation.

Highways..

Neon lights

Burning forever

Sex in the open fields

Fifty rupees for

Some fun..

Fifty rupees..

A meal for

Four.

No one knows

She said

Flowers in her hair

Cheap silk saree.

She holds your hand

Takes you home

A single cot

No sheets

A box of condoms

In a steel box under

the bed.

Sisters

Bound by sin

Comfort

Each other.

Cruel cruel world.

Smile

You're on camera.

Finding Strength

I walk down the road, staring up at the sky

Wondering why this cloud covers my eyes

As I think of you, and all that you've done

It makes me cry, how I wanted to die

I love you I mean it, It was a mistake

At least that's what you would always say

but it's not the truth and we both know

you don't hurt those you love by beating them to the floor

So i'm not crying because I walked away

I'm crying for all the times I decided to stay

As I see you there, a pitiful mess

begging me to stay, you promise never again

But i've heard it before, a million times

As I coward in the corner, as I waited to die

I told myself no more, never again

So I crept in the room, packed up my things

As you lie on the floor in a drunken state

All the love we first had turning to hate

I tried to help you, said we would see it through

But you got so angry, said I shouldn't interfere

Launched me across the room with one solid kick

And from that day I lived in fear

Now i've done it, walked away

Found the strength you said I didn't have

To start a brand new day

No more crying, No more thoughts of you

Just the rest of my life to look forward to

home

is it all

in my

mind

a

twisted

slanted

environment

i have

created

a

warm

cozy

dark

shadowed

habitat

to

sustain us

and our

deviant

appetites

THE SIGN OF THE HOLY CROSS

     DR JOHN CELES

The Holy Cross has been the sign,

Encouraging me long;

The wonder of its sanctity

Can make a divine song.

When Jesus Christ died on the Cross

Redeeming mankind all;

My sufferings in life are naught,

So are my wounds of fall.

The Holy Cross beckons me on,

“Come, follow me all life.”

For that’s the way we reach Heaven

Forgetting all our strife!

DEATH IN FLIGHT

                          BY F. DANA JOHNS

  

die i must,

 nevermind how unjust.

from thee i have fled,

 now that i am dead.

delivering my soul unto the sky,

 with wings i simply fly.

for my eyes have lost their light,

 as the morn takes it's gentle flight.

Dark Words

Darkness is all that fills my life,

Darkness is in all my thoughts,

From one day to the next,

On the end of a knife,

Suffering their taunts,

My life as I know it, is over,

Never taking a minute to ponder,

Things that made me lose.

No chance of finding a four leaf clover,

No time to stop and wonder.

I leave you with these words,

Before I depart this world,

Take life to its limits,

Not like me and hate it.

SHADOW IN THE DARK

by Elvis N. Mcgowan Sr.

what am I but a shadow in he dark,

the cause of a broken heart,

a breeze blowing in the wind,

a vessel of sin.

where's the power I suppose to possess!

the love to caress,

am I born in the image?

or am I finished?

must I take this pain everyday?

show me how and I'll push it away,

maybe then I won't hurt as much,

have you ever been without a loving touch?

don't leave me now lets talk some more,

I was feeling down you sooth my sore,

I've seen time fly,

watch a man die!

have you ever heard your mother cry?

or listened to the rain as it fell from the sky?

the cause of a broken heart,

lock the door when you leave,

a reminder, i am, still alive

entangled in the unknown gravity

of her kiss and touch,

every inch of her dangling

slightly above my head

like the aurora borealis,

a mobile i twirl with my index finger

orchestrating a requiem

of crystalline chimes arched across

the room in a single breath

the banshee wail of the alarm,

a faint scent of perfume

and the faucet running

in the distance keep the last strands

of sanity from unraveling in the void

she reminds me i am alive,

Fields Of My Mind

Bill Albright

Cultivated in he fields of my mind

Crops of thoughts, the dead, memory

A present and future soon to be,

The past harvested as I exist

One of a kind.

The dead family, knowns, hoped to knows

Walk silently among the crops

Continuing to grow with what,

They have said, echoes without revision,

Laughs and tears which freely flow.

Songs of sorrow, regret, berries and buds,

Stems and stalks cut, picked, bailed, crushed,

Bottled and packed, blended into

The humanity of

Silently I sit, with this still emotion running through my veins. What shall I do but just sit here and cry? Yes, that sounds about right., I'll just sit here, hands to my face, and cry. But wait...this still emotion...this silent emotion...in the end it still lingers here...in the end my heart still hurts with a horrid pain that won't go away. So what am I to do besides sit here and cry?

I just want to run to a dark corner of this room and cry...

What am I to do?

How long am I to sit here and cry? How long am I to hurt like this?

I get up out of my seat and stand in front of the mirror only to find that I do not enjoy the person I see stairing back at me. This can't be my reflection. This person...

         ...this person is in too much pain.

This can't be me, this person is too sad. This person's eyes alone hold too much pain, I can not look this person in the eye.

No - this can't be me.

I close my eyes and turn to walk away, but something inside of me erges me to turn back. I stopped and turned back toward the mirror with Fear pulling my hand in the other direction. I am forced to look this person in the eyes now. I couldn't help it, I started to cry all over again.

Fear wrapped it's big arms around me, and held me close

Ah, my friend, the Alchemist

I see you have awakened again

Breathed deeply of the scents of sanctuary

Crossed the threshold to mix the soul within

To once again inhale poetry and motion

To stir in the senses of speech and spirit

To transmute the essence into final being

To quench the yearning that is inherent

You see, my friend, the Alchemist

I can taste the blend again

Feel it roll slowly down the tongue of my presence

Tug gently at the gathering of dreams within

To yet again, drink, of movement and notion

To mould the elements of fate's own hands

To embrace the foundation so long lost

To partake of the potion the ages have spanned

You see, my friend, the Alchemist

I feel the elixir within

Flowing softly against the layers of my being

Sadness

Wishes of a 10-yr girl

I wish the sky were blue,

as blue as my grandpa as a boy saw.

the sunlight as bright,

the air as  thin and light,

as could be breathed through right.

by my grandpa when he was only eight.

I wish the fields were as green,

as my grandpa as a boy had seen,

the fruits so colorful and tasty,

as my grandpa as a boy had eaten.

I wish the river and lake water,

be clear like glasses as they were,

up above the mountains,

so full of fresh air,

as my grandpa as a boy could inspire.

I wish the forests were full of birds’ cheer,

velvety grass and morning dew layer,

and the water spring at the rear,

as my grandpa could feel when he was there.

I feel so nice; I have a PC of my own,

my dad has the latest car to roll,

every weekend we go out of town,

my mom has all the new gadgets,

my little brother surfs Internets,

I have dozens of Barbie doll,

but I have no time to play,

with my brother, at the ground,

nearby where my mom had her,

childhood’s best of time with her friend,

on the swing and the merry-go-round.

The huge shopping mall stands there,

symbol of Pride of today’s architecture,

the land beside carries silent memories,

of children’s play and cheer.

Air is so heavy full of chemical odor,

The river water is no more clear.

but slowly drags down the waste,

of the factory at a site very near,

that mountain is now a query site,

the stones sent for making high rise,

forests half cleaned, paving way for

offices, restaurants for a class very elite.

I wish I had time enough to play,

 not only to slog at the school, the whole day!

My mother had some time to tell me a tale,

Of the evil demon and the kind angel,

and I sleep on her lap if only I may!

                                            --RAY

The Rebels

This is where we stand,

out of the no man's land,

working our way out,

leaping without a doubt,

faster higher never to retire,

This is what we think,

unorthodox and out of the box,

making waves around the calm,

and defining neo paradigms,

This is the very turn,

where we shape our future,

No longer giving in,

to the norms of being like others,

Freedom binds us all,

we shall never fall,

and walk in darkness,

reaching out new horizons.

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Kristen Zadick

It all adds up to nothing in the end since nothing compares to him

I feel like i'm cheating on him

the only one who can take the pain away makes me hurt the most

even though he doesn't know it...yet

I keep my feelings bottled up inside

Someday, Somehow

I'll let it all out I'll give in to all the pain he's caused...All the tears I've cried

Break down Crash and burn

With my hopes shattered and broken

Lying naked on the floor for the world to see

Their eyes like daggers stabbing at my heart again and again

I feel numb

I'm used to the pain

They're always judging

Judged
Monica Laeupple

At, at least one point in your life,

you are judged,nomatter who you are

you will always have at least one scar,

Just because someone doesn't understand, who you are, They may ridicule you ,and leave you to cry,this is a cruel world we live in,some people may even say it's a sin,and we can never win,

whatever happened to ingod we trust?,somewhere along the line we lost it,and we put in, in god we judge,

I think that is very wrong,I know it took me very long to recover, from being judged,and i hope to god that no one else has to go,

 through that pain,don't you see there is nothing to gain,by judging people,it just causes pain,

but we should stay strong,

 for it is and shall always be very wrong,

to treat people like that,

they are humans and words can and do hurt

SEE THE REAL ME:

If you really knew the woman in me

Then you must have seen the woman I'm always pretending to be

This woman you see let pain show her the fighter she would need to be

A fighter strong enough for this world--it protects a piece of me still able to feel what's real

Don't give up on me; when it's time the world will see a woman I am ready to finally be

Here's my promise- it'll be me with out my trusty walls, no plan to back me up and all life lines will be left behind

I am going to proudly show you the light within me I know no one has ever seen

The heart I hold within cradles my soul; and together they radiate a beauty that created from one tiny piece of faith I safely held so tight it is the only part that has never felt the cold.

What Will It Be?

Suddenly a change has come,

It’s never been like this before.

If only it could be undone,

The violence left outside the door.

But no, it’s never been that easy.

The tide of sides must flow to one.

Consequences never ending,

Rest upon what must be done.

Whatever path of choice is chosen,

The destiny of two combined,

Remain upon the path forever,

In life, or in the life denied.

The future carries with it the answer.

But then, the time will be too late.

The choice comes down right to this moment.

Choose life or choose your own good fate.

Never seek for an answer my love,

To a love I cannot answer for,

It is not this love you wish my dove,

It is not a blessing from above,

I have no answer that is all,

How can I compare of this,

On moments spent and time of rare,

Or talk of times to measure bliss,

Or count the ways two lips can kiss,

When in my heart I do not care,

And should you ask could never say,

For blessed never asked why,

Up beyond your startling prey,

And where beneath the daring way,

You cannot measure by the eye,

As fear may bring no answer yet,

Your question too much a task,

Is just a face; I won't forget,

A dampened tear I've not cried yet,

Explain this love, I'd dare not ask.

Take glory in the moment dear,

Not wasting on a minute more,

I cannot find the answer here,

Not a clue to bring me near,

I have no answer, That is all.

linda robson

i feel like i'm drowning

and i try to catch my breath

it's as if i hit rock bottom

but never close to death

i need someone's shoulder

cuz right now, i'm in too deep

i cant take it anymore

i just want to weep

screams of silence in my head

everything going wrong

nothing i do feels right

it's like i don't belong

i try to hide my problems

i'm just living a lie

you cant tell, i hide it so well

sometimes i want to die

then i remember all the good times

and all i do is laugh

i guess life isn't so bad

because God is on my behalf

elizabeth brown