UPDATED MAY 16, 1999.
We blame the games, guns, music, and tv
When the blame is all our own
We refuse to let those who are different simply be
Because they do things we do not condone
We make a spectacle of death
Society puts evil on parade
Because we want to know what it has to say
We pretend exploiting it is okay
Why cant we leave the past where it belongs
And quit picking at old scabs
Why cant we accept that it was wrong
Instead of dressing it in rags
It makes me sick to hear on every station
That some youth has surely died
But the other thing that died in there that day
Was the last of my human pride
I'm sorry they are now gone
The strangers I can never meet
But if their families can carry on
Things for the rest of us really aren't that bleak
As americans we feel guilty when something goes wrong
Anyone of us could have stopped that tragedy
But instead its shock rock and movies that do harm
I know though, that it was meant to be
"do you believe in god?"
I just want to say that its sick to exploit death. As a goth I find it pathetic that those who dress like me are being criticized for what two trench coat clowns did to their peers. The video games, movies, tv, music (manson is one of my favorite musicians), ect. are not to blame....they are NOTHING more that excuses because we can't handle the truth. My apologies 4 the truth, it can hurt.
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Untitled
If truth was a guillotine
Razor sharp
And deathly slow,
"Friend" is but a word
That my severed head would know.
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Fall~*
The leaves on the trees
Look like hanging fire
Summer is leaving us soon,
Packing up its green skirts
And golden hats.
Fall waltzes in
Dripping scarlet scarves.
There is a sense of mystery
In the air now,
Pungent as memory.
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Dawn
He wonders aimlessly along the shore.
Knowing he's wanting something more.
The cold air filters through him and leaves him be.
As the sun descends and sets easily.
And the trees reach out to him for a longing night.
The only thing he knows is that it all went right.
And he feels it more when he's looking at the sun.
He loses her more every time he runs.
And when they held each other as the sun went down.
He let every little hurting piece of him drown.
While the sky stormed amber and the evening was to come.
He held her tight and said goodnight to the sun.
So she sees the love in his eyes.
And every minute seems like forever as time flies.
She takes his hand and lets him touch braze her cheek.
Nothing else could be as sweet.
She's so beautiful through his eyes.
And she couldn't forget him even if she tried.
And he feels it more when he's looking at the sun.
He loses her more every time he runs.
And when they held each other as the sun went down.
He let every little hurting piece of him drown.
While the sky stormed amber and the evening was to come.
He held her tight and said goodnight to the sun.
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The Mask
What color Blue do you see beside you?
The Blue of Blood?
Or the Blue of a Brick?
Blue? There is no Blue here I see.
Nor does anyone else believe.
What color Black do you see beside you?
The Black of a Bride?
Or the Black of a Bone?
Both are insane to ask of a color
For few who know a color has no Color.
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Born of the Sun
To brighten light while in the day,
To cause the night when you don't stay.
When life is gone with passions fires,
When death is on like falling spires.
You come today with rays of light,
You go away and bring the night.
Your passions fire bringing the dawn,
Your passing dire; because you've gone.
Your beauty's dove my heart does taunt,
All I think of, your beauty does daunt.
And all is want to have your love,
And all is gaunt when you've gone above
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Professor Seregrum
Bobbing up and down in formaldehyde
like a buoy anchored beside an uncharted rock.
Professor Seregrum is living in a jar,
condensed with his equations and quantitative dreams,
alone with his ambitions,
and anatomical machines.
In a neurologist's aquarium,
his life rots on a display,
at the MIT convention,
he's the hero of the day.
"I wonder if he's thinking?"
"Yes, his thoughts are quite profound."
"He doesn't want his body?"
"No, it distracts while we're around."
"Every night at closing,
we download stimuli,
from the mainframe that is listening
and watching every eye."
"So when this crowd dispenses,
our computer will relay,
every moment that he's missing
from every passing day."
While the group sits listening,
the professor sways from side to side,
he beats against the glass,
and tips the jar upside.
Formaldehyde is leaking,
the brain spasms on the floor,
spectators stand screaming,
and squirming for the door.
"Jesus, Jonny!
He's dying! He's dying!
What are we going to do?"
"Can somebody get a mop?"
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The answer
I've forgotten the answer
to the ultimate question
you know, Life, the Universe and Everything
that one
I used to know it
had it down pat
it's a number ... 47? 56?
I can't remember, it's gone
it was a comfort to know it
no matter how many other answers
evaded me,
I had the big one nailed down
but now ... where am I?
who am I?
why am I?
I just don't know any more
do you?
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Remember that a little love
Remember that friendship
Life's treasures are people together
Have health and hope and happiness
Take the time to wish
Upon a twinkling star
Realize that it's never too late
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way
And don't forget our special moment
Even though we are apart
I could never forget
All of the time we shared
All of the happiness and sorrow
I will keep it in my memory.
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I Remember
Dawn Meredith
1923....Samuel Coyle Meredith....1981
I Love You
Grandpa
I remember our walks like they were yesterday
Hold my hand as we cross the street
"That is what you would say"
But things are different
Now that you are gone
And I wish you were here
I miss you so much sometimes i cry at night
Please make things all better
Help me stop crying and wipe my tears away
Take my sleepless night's away
I know things would be different
Had you not passed away
I love you grandpa
And I know you really care
I wish you could make things all better
But you can not
Because you are not here..
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silent
except for the light
tapping at my door
my love has come
to take me over
but i insist on sleep
again and
embrace gray as
the sun dies
still steady sonnets sing
through my door and
try to wake me up but
i've no room for love
oh
i know
love longs for reconciliation
still my heart has gone forever
in the tiny pieces
it became and
i will sleep
with gray
as light is knocking
to no avail
with love on my door
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Beneath this tainted smile, there is a person
There is a life that lives behind this disguise
There is a creature that is prisoner to this tragic facade
Beneath this laugh, there are tears that want to trickle down
There is pain that chips away at my foolish mask
There is hurt that lies beyond this selfish charade
Beneath this stable image, there is a scared little girl
There is a nightmare that dents itself into my fable
There is an innocent child that longs for the freedom to cry
Beneath this happy illusion, there is a lonely child
There is a fear of loving, fear of being alone
There is a child here, behind this strong foundation
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Alive in my memories that's where you are
so close inside me but yet so far
now that you gone I don't know what to do
life with out you is life so blue
we think about today not about tomorrow
tonight is filled with rage
and tomorrow filled with sorrow
But tomorrow I see change a chance to build a new
but the hard thing about tomorrow is
a tomorrow without you
i guess it was your time to go, just like all the rest
just another statistic just another x
you see i can write this for all of you to read
but can not let it out
cuz my heart that dose not bleed
but i got to go on just like a solider at war
knowing that some day i will settle the score
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First Day of the Vision
A lonely man I am, with gallons of love to give.
Today I met a girl, within her it just might live.
With her flowing golden hair, her glowing blue eyes,
Cupid took out his bow, and shot down from the skies.
His arrow struck me swiftly, a bullseye in the heart,
now I simply must decide, how and where to start.
A lover she has though, with whom she seems to fight,
every day upon day, and every night upon night.
I see how she is treated, it gets worse each day,
I know I can give her better, in my own special way.
I must win her heart, for mine she has already won,
all it took was one look, my pulse was on the run.
The shortest hour of class, has suddenly come to an end,
I have suddenly realized, she could be more than just a friend.
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this this what you want... your words comfort yours/yours, you run for this, this someone, past all of blue and movement,
careening. what of bending silly trees, what of the lost, left over shit of a destroyer, messages passed to some unwitting enemy,
the jolly slide toward us now. green, green. blue, there is brown, people facing YOU, along this space for, for, for...
this place is sadly for!
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Come with me to place that is great
A place full of love and not an ounce of hate
This place is endless and always open to you
come with me there will always be something to do
this place is for you only, not anyone more
as we approach this place, there is an unlocked door
I will tell you right now this is how its been from the start.
Let me welcome you to the openness of my heart.
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a new...
many beginnings,
cells are definition, then
thoughts carry cells along toward
outward, or inward.
they are real mules, of
experience. for where
else does it happen? my
fingers end my thought,
clear my head, erase
for cells to affect.
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From Equator's Latin bean,
Seeps a surge of rich caffeine,
Which, with hint of mocha tanned,
Summer's memories withstand.
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A Confessional Verse
I'm only a primitive poet
So don't get too technical please
Don't ask if my rhymes are Trochaic
Or some kind of simple blank verse
These questions just serve to confuse me
And sometimes the queries get worse
Do you write in Iambic Pentameter?
Or Dactylic metre times four?
I barely can understand gas meters
Dactylictyl, a new dinosaur?
I only create from pure instinct
And write words down just as they come
Fine schol'arly learning? I don't think!
It's all done by crude rule of thumb
So simply just read this for pleasure
It all should be taken in fun
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Eternity
Lasting forever in the sea of souls,
Euphonious waves crashing erasing black holes,
Forever in the stars,
Luminous light shining down,
A hidden treasure that has been found,
This is your love,
This is infinite.
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Stars
ric Hazlinsky
Sunset's light bids farewell to the day
and beckons night's first star
the same one that's been there for years
and will be for years to come
Just as we know the sun will rise
we know the stars will shine
and even if hidden by cloud
we know they still shine
These stars bring us hope
make us dream
make wishes come true
and point us in the right direction
To some they mean more
to others they are a bore
yet they're still there
the thing we can count on
always being there
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My gift
Given unto you is the strength of my words
And seen in the wisdom is that of knowledge
For my words are revealed to be measured
And found in the light is a passion to see
For my weakness is carried within my flesh
And my burden is the foundation of my soul
For my heart is that which is of my spirit
And my word shall flow with the wind of time
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Cold
Again this place is empty and cold
Your warmth is gone after this long time
Now I sit here and grow old
as I think of these riddles and rhymes.
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A Riddle From The Shadows
Thy heart is the darkest night
As light as a shadow within the deepest darkness
And only in the blackest night can thouest evil heart survive
And only in the darkest shadow dost thou make thy home
Thy heart fears only light and goodness
Which lies in the hearts on men thou feeds upon
Thy soul essence is needed for thou blackest heart's survival
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MOM
k.j.
Somebody kill me please
since I have nothing to offer you
or even the world in that fact
whatever I am
you want me to be the opposite
of that
How the hell can I please you?
your attitude is always changing
one minute, to the next
maybe you just hate me
or maybe I will never live up to YOU
Damn it!
I am sick of the tears burning my eyes!
And the feelings I get when you badmouth me
and the thoughts I get to sometimes plan
my suicide
And sometimes I die every night, trying
but I'll never be what you want me to be.
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: I CLOSE MY EYES TO THE WORLD AROUND ME AND WONDER WHY I'M HERE. WHY I'M TRAPPED IN
THIS ENDLESS WAR WE HAVE COME TO CALL LIFE. YOU HAVE TO HAVE YOUR GUARD UP AT ALL
TIMES CAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN SOMEONE OR SOMETHING MIGHT ATTACK. BUT CAN YOU
REALLY DEPEND ON YOUR WEAPONS AS PROTECTION? FOR THEY AS JUST AS YOUR FRIENDS WILL
LET YOU DOWN WHEN YOU NEED THEM MOST. THIS BATTLE WE ARE ALL SO INTENSELY FIGHTING IS
NEVER ENDING. THE MEANING OF TRUE FRIENDSHIP AND LOYALTY DIED WHEN THIS WAR STARTED.
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Two Horses
Standing so close to each other
they almost touch
two white horses
near the fence.
I speak to them saying
how handsome they are
and the old one strikes
a show horse pose
even though he is bony
spavined,
swaybacked.
"Oh you are fine," I say
and he lowers his eyelids
at my compliment.
The young horse looks at me
with the eyes of a child
on the first day of school.
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The Color of You....
Like the blackness of the sky,
So blunt, obvious and true.
Like the color of your eyes,
Don't portray the color of you.
Each will mask unknowing,
Something hidden and secluded.
Something much too good for showing,
A longing story not concluded.
Do we portray ourselves in truth?
Or do we display a pleasing view?
If you clad yourself in spirit,
Would you still look like you?
Still I don't choose to gape my soul,
Open for the world to see.
If everyone knew me at a glance,
Life and compromise wouldn't be.
Our mold was made so pure and true,
To resemble all the others.
Our job is to paint the inside,
In our own souls canvas of color.
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Since the Dawn of Time
Nathaniel Dolan Poole
In the
beginning;
Time began its slow journey to completion.
The waters flowed over the earth and nature began to grow.
The winds swept the seeds of humanity to the ends of the earth,
And life began to take a new cycle.
Now; We watch as our children return,
From an institution that gives them the supposed knowledge,
to survive in the world we have created today.
In the end; Who is to blame for what troubled minds create?
What do we do when a child hasn't the will to live anymore?
Where can the children go when there is no where left to go?
When can they ask for help and not receive ridicule?
How can we teach them the difference?
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Things often lost over time
James Moyers
Things often lost over time,
Often forgotten or left behind.
Never real
Because we don't feel.
Distance gets in between and grows and grows,
By taking different roads that no one ever knows,
Never stopping to feel or to grow,
Just keep going from Part A to Part B because that's all you know.
To me, reality is just a lie.
People just go through the motions until they die.
Reality tells us just to go day to day.
"Don't even stop and feel because that will just get in the way."
Don't ever let time stand still,
Because if you do you will feel, causing you to get the chills
Reality tells us to deny.
Anything and Everything else is just a lie.
Random thoughts are often the best.
No way to categorize them with the rest.
They are often the most true,
Because we don't ever think in order to prove.
They are often felt but never said,
Just something to dream about when we go to bed.
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Child
I am a child,
I am only a kid
I do not need anything
but, for someone to love me.
I feel as if no one loves me,
and I am all alone.
I know someone likes me,
although it is unknown.
I will bless the day
when my dreams come true.
when the prayers i pray
seem to fit into one shoe.
kiss me goodnight,
my prayers are through,
for I was just a child
needing some love from you.
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PERFECT GUY:
I met the perfect guy
who filled up my heart
I love him so and I hope we never part
He was nice to me
He offered his jacket
I said thanks and I really appreciate it
He quieted the bus, when I had a headache
Now all I have left is a terrible heartache.
He is going to college so I wished him goodluck
I bid him a farewell and said I hope your life doesn't suck.
I wish I would have told him
that I love him so
Maybe he would not have packed his things,
Maybe he would not have had to go.
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Always
You know how much i love you,
you know i'll always be there,
When ever things are going wrong,
no matter what I will always care.
You can tell me anything,
Your secret with me,
Will always be kept.
I hope that we'll be together,
For along long time,
Will we always last forever?
I hope that you will always be mine.
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Oak Woodland
Ananda Moonasingha
The glorious Oak woodland standing undisturbed
The oldest entity in the suburb
Home for plants, birds and a whole ecosystem
The British soil has got accustomed
Tread on the dead leaves its a pleasure
Or walk on the footpaths in leisure
Odd other trees like elm or beech
Make sun seeking top canopy able to reach
Diverse niche for a myriad of organisms
Micro and macro in soil and in biomass luxuriant
Virgin soil untouched, unploughed by man
Accreting, perpetual symbiotic domain
I counted and focused them all, seedling to big stock
Other trees didn't rise under a giant Oak
Where bracken dominated ground layer
Not many trees appeared in ground canopy cover
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You all talk about death and how you gonna die, Well you have yet to see the other side, yea life aint just about gettin high and
to dye, the other side aint just a myth some of you won't realize this, the other side what's that about, its about heart and sole
and stuff that counts, i know all this cuz i can see, some say what i see will effect me, but it wont cuz i see all things,
some see the good but tend to ignore, all the bad things like poverty and war,
the rest see all the bad but blind to all the good, like the heart and sole witch all of you should, I see you can not realize this,
but it makes me realize more, I have something you don't, a little something more, something i cant explain, stronger than the
human spirit, something you cant contain, yea you can say i am before my time, With every word, I make life a rhyme
so I'm gona leave you with a quote one who taught me what i wrote
"the blind stares of a million paires of eyes looking hard but they won't realize they will never see what i see" tupac
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I dream awake thinking of you
Hopes and wishes in every view
As if Cupid's arrow is straight through my heart
With a fanatical pain stricken from within his dart
From the corner of my eye a teardrop falls
A sign I'm waiting for you to call
The teardrop hits the linen of my bed
Transforms to a rose of blood shattering red
I dream awake in long lost views
Of a perfect picture of me and you
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hush baby hush
i've never asked anyone
to give me their hand
no matter how far down
i was sinking in the sand
i've never cried out loud
so everyone could hear
i keep it all inside
with my uncried tears
hush baby hush
do not say a word
hush baby hush
its better left unheard
i guess i have a cunning smile
to fool you all so well
but you do not ask
why should i tell?
the roaming laughter
coming from my lips
is nothing but a mask
for the hurt and rips
hush baby hush
do not say a word
hush baby hush
it's better left unheard
i often wonder how deep you look
into my dark blue eyes
can you see past the rubble
to the buried lies?
i'm not starting now
i'm not asking you
i don't need your help
i'll wait on my own heart it's true
hush baby hush
i won't say another word
hush baby hush
i'll let it go unheard.
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The Price Of What~
When I sit up, I think, How do I do this?
When I think, My mind throws up watered-down hope,
When I swallow my pride, I cannot breathe,
When I try to rise, the wind knocks me down again,
When I open my eyes, I just want to close them,
When I wake, I want to die,
So I do.
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A Little Bit
I asked if you liked me.
You replied, "just a little bit."
Now it all seems, this whole thing lacks.
Every time you pull away,
I give the rope more slack.
Your stories just drive into my skin
About how you're just like a chameleon,
Perfectly blending into every social situation.
All you cause is agitation
Complaining about the molds you form into
When in fact, you don't have the balls to break through.
So maybe I used to scream
But now I'll say it soft
I don't like my jagged edges rounded off
And maybe I'll find you giving the rope some slack
But this time I'll let it snap
Cause just to like me, "a little bit."
Will never cut it
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Visions of You
Daniel Villarreal
Visions of you
wearing black and blue
dark fall twilight
made you seem bright
I wondered if it was i
or a color in the sky
that made you come though
the mirror that stands
between me and you
In silvertone dreams
you caught me between
the words that you thought
i could not hear
but those words alone
brought you near
Wake me again
sweet angel friend
with kisses of soma
and chocolate love
take me away
to your heaven above
Why does it seem
that you fill my dreams
with lascivious scenes
in the space between
a sentence unfinished
and letters unsent
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A WRITING BRAIN (FOR MISS S.)
by jennifer onorata
This woman is crazy, slender with a minuscule tallness:
she mixes colors absurdly, but even more absurd--
it looks good.
rambling on and on, branching from one connection to
its other counterpart connection--'till NO ONE is connected.
I feel connected - the systematic meltdown, the Quickness
to prepare for other ideas labor of other ideas being born.
Her brain overloads are similar to my own-- we are some two--
somewhere--- connected....
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A Cinquain
Shoes
old worn
walking, running, climbing
autos for my feet
shoes
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It's The Snowflake's That's Forever
As the golden light shines
down on us,
It is the moon I speak of.
The snowflakes fall so glittery white,
Reminding us it's Winter
The frosty chill that awaits us each morn,
Is enough to make you shiver.
And the twinkling stars in the dark night sky,
That shall stay forever.
Of all these present this December night,
It is the snowflake that's forever.
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Reflections of a blue sky
BY Chris
On the rock Today, on this rock, And if the serenade
at the base in this forest, I have should reach another
of a cliff. given you a droplet of lovers ear than
Free in nature, everything - a seed for let him be forever
trapped in love. you to sew in the garden blissful, and let
The sun shinning of forever. My thoughts him find a rock
down on our will be with you but my mind of his own to lie
backs. Soft, was taken away by the birds, upon and fill his
thick moss for a you remember, the ones own forest with
bed and the which sung the sweet serenade. passion, for my
sweet song of a Now I know child, how forest is full
mocking bird for confusing and disturbing and will soon
a serenade. these old trees can be. overflow.
Without shame we and I know that this
proceeded, filling moss doesn't really care
the forest with about us but I think that
passion. I never if the passion flowing
looked at a rock through the air reaches
or a tree the it's "Golden Gates" than
same way I did that our worries will end and
day. I never looked our hearts will soar like
at myself the same the hawks we saw. This day
way I did that of romance, bound by hands and
day. But before feet shall ring loud in my mind
you leave, she said, until the day I fall - a day
"don't forget about when the final toll rings
the choices you've and when you see the sad child
made and don't forget inside my heart come out for
about my heart." I a soothing cup of tea to talk
said, sweet girl, about what we have done.
forgetting you is like If I can bid you peace and
forgetting myself. hold fast the memory of the
No matter how hard I cliff than tonight I will
try you will forever Sleep a long deep sleep.
be there, a lonely The story of the rock will
tear hanging in my be told by the animals, but
heart. not in haste, always in love.
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UNTITLED
WHISPER SOFTLY TO ME THE SECRETS OR YOUR SOUL, "YOU CAN TRUST ME." SAID THE
NIGHTINGALE. AM I WRONG TO BREATHE? JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES GRASP A REASONABLE CONCEPT
AND LET GO. LIE DOWN UPON THY MASTERS GRAVE UNTIL YOU HAVE LEARNED THE PROPER WAY
TO GRIEVE. "GIVE ME YOUR HAND, SWEET CHILD." SAID THE SERPENT, "AND I SHALL GIVE YOU ALL
THE KNOWLEDGE YOU ARE ACHING TO RECEIVE." NEVER THROUGHOUT A MILLION SHADOWED
YEARS DID I QUESTION MY PAIN. AND NOW IT IS TOO LATE TO DENY WHAT I'VE PROMISED, TOO
LATE TO GO ON, SWALLOW THE AWFUL SECRETS, LIVE ANOTHER SHAME. AND YET, IN THE NIGHT I
STILL DREAM OF A TIME WHEN I FOUND SORROW IN THE FRUIT, NOT SWEET AND JUICY
PERSISTENCE, BUT ROTTEN PLACES WHERE THE FRUIT HAD BEEN TORMENTED BY RAIN. CANT U SEE I
NEED YOUR APATHETIC RESPONSE TO THE HEAVEN I HAVE FOUND WITH IN MY HELL? "PATIENCE IS
DECEIVING." SAID THE WOMAN IN MY DREAM. WITH HER HAIR SHORT AND CHOPPY, SCREAMING
INTO THE SKY, WHILE DOWN UPON HER KNEES, SHE KNELT, WAITING FOR THE RAIN TO FALL,
WAITING FOR AN ANSWER FROM ABOVE. IT NEVER CAME, AND SHE DIED THERE. WITHIN HER
CONFUSION I COULD NOT REFRAIN. THERE WAS NO OTHER CHOICE, AND I COULD NOT BRING
MYSELF TO LOVE HER AGAIN. MAYBE IF SHE HAD'VE BEEN A CHILD OR A NURSE, SOME ONE THAT I
COULD RESPECT, INSTEAD OF AN EXCUSE FOR WHAT I COULD NEVER EXCUSE, MAYBE SHE WOULD
STILL BE HERE, WITH HER LOVER THAT FELT LIKE ME, ONLY STUBBORN WHEN I CAME TO DENIAL,
BUT A BURDEN JUST THE SAME.
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Constant
Corey Wolloff
I've always had a need for her,
No matter how small,
I've always taken heat from her,
She's been there through it all,
And as the seasons change again I need her oh so much,
I'd give anything if just to sense, her warmth, her smell, her touch,
It baffles me how much I miss the song, which she sang,
She helped me see how much I need the life on which I hang,
Most cannot impress me now as much as she had,
Knowing that I'm not myself, I'm bitter, cold, and sad,
Sometimes I sit and think of her even talk to myself,
Wondering if I should be with her, bathing in self wealth,
I realize now, that it's not time, for her to hear these words from me,
I see now, I guess I should, maybe just let it be.
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TODAY
Sergeant Smith passed away.
Time for me to get down on my knees and pray
for the dead who are long gone.
For those who went to sleep and never awoke.
I often wonder if they placed their souls in good hands (The right hands).
if they reserved for themselves a place in the promised land.
Who knows maybe tomorrow is my day to go.
But for every moment i spend on earth I thank the Lord
because he has watched me grow.
From a child to a young woman
with feelings and emotions.
Noticing my surroundings in this dilapidated wasteland we call Earth.
I appreciate the good and the bad things in my life.
Coz like i said the Lord's been there to watch me grow.
- MESHIA
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Running into the light?
Of grace, of meaning?
-Of untold sadness.
Of what we cannot see
And cannot help.
Time unused; and wasted?
-Unfulfilled.
A dark spot-
-crowded out the soul.
What life was left....
Lost all imagination.
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sunken soul that bitterly bleeds
left here i am with me
blindly misleading
you just rebounded
and i lay crushed
picking up the pieces
you threw up
dissecting my contents
to find the truth
no faults found except
the x is back in town.
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"SUMMER'S FROST."
MATTHEW F. BLOWERS III
I REMEMBER THE BRIGHT MELODY OF IT'S CHIMES,
AS KIDS HOLLERED, "HEY MOM, GOT A NICKEL OR DIME,
AND THAT WHITE KNIGHT ON WHEELS, DECAL PLASTERED, CAME SLOWLY,
BRINGING SWEET ICY TREATS THIRSTY CHILDREN FOUND HOLY.
IN LOPSIDED RUNS, WITH COINS CLENCHED IN THEIR HANDS,
THEY CAME GAZING AT PICTURES AND YELLED THEIR DEMANDS,
"GIMME POPSICLES OR AN ORANGE PUSHUP THEY'D SCREAM,"
AS THEIR CASH WENT CLINK-CLANK IN HIS COIN CHANGE MACHINE.
THEN HE'D TURN TO THAT DOOR WITH THE BIG METAL LATCH,
ICY MIST FROM IT POURED AS HE OPENED THE HATCH,
AND THEIR EYES WERE AS SHARP AS A PROWLING YOUNG FOX IS,
AS HE REACHED DEEP INSIDE AND HE RUSTLED THOSE BOXES.
THEN HE'D PULL OUT A BRIGHTLY WRAPPED TREAT ON A STICK,
THAT WAS GRABBED AND WAS GONE, LIKE THE KID , OH, SO QUICK,
TO THE SHADE OF A TREE WHERE THEY'D SOON MEDITATE,
ON THE SUGARY TASTE OF THE ICE CREAM THEY ATE.
THEN THAT WHITE KNIGHT INTO SUMMERS HEAT LUMBERED ON,
LEAVING PLEASURABLE CHILLS IN THE PLACES IT'D GONE.
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Not Mine
mist over the water
water under the bridge
bridge into the mist
gone...
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"Abuse".....mental suicide..
Closed eyes within beaten flesh
Outside myself hiding from your pain
Yielding to your bitter caress
Trapped inside my head going insane
I feel your infection flow through me
Manifesting me into something else
Turning innocents to impurity
Until there's nothing left
I feel your blades as they pierce my heart
Your words ever so cold
Turning your sickness into art
But even the most thoughtful clichés grow old
The soft look in those eyes,
Well it still turns me on
So it should come as no surprise
That I'm still a puppet dancing in rhythm with your song
I like it when you hurt me
I find it comforting there's always something I can depend on
I like it when you hurt me
It feels so right just because its wrong
The salty taste of my tears always brings you back
Brings back the itch of the bandages around my chest
Always seems to remind me of the past
And the place in my soul you hurt best
Your touch was always so tender
Your flesh like ice to my lips
So I wonder is it the same for her?
Is it the same for her when you give her your bloody kiss?
My one wish is to please you
I'm sure that would tear me apart
I guess its fair to say your everything
Everything when it comes to my heart
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Queen of Hearts:
In your subdued way
you blink,
touch,
sigh,
assure me of life.
Your way of thinking mesmerizes me.
Yet your oblivious.
I wish I could open
your heart to mine.
Sometimes I think I have succeeded,
but you reassure me I haven't.
I see how
you think,
see,
analyze equations.
You have a photographic Memory.
I just dream of,
wish for,
analyze YOU.
Queen of Hearts is picked last, I guess
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You remind me of a moonlit cruise
Which goes all around the world?
I see you; I see myself.
If my eyes could ever see inside you
To my amazement you would be so cold
Your coldness shows only to me
The smell of your hair so sweet
Sweet like a fresh flower
When you caress me I feel all warm
An internal flame lights
A voice that sends shivers all over my body
No other person has such influence on me
You are my knight
A knight so handsome I melt away
The sounds I muster are from my heart
My heart is open to you
Do not leave me
Hold me forever
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My Generation
We have been betrayed by beauty,
Fooled by its outside appearance and
Mocked by reality.
We have been let down by the great protectors
Who claim safety, but cannot ensure it,
Even in the rooms of knowledge.
We have been shocked by human nature.
It has shown us the most ugly thing
Known to man, complete and pure hatred.....
In its most feared disguise.
We have been robbed of our comforts...
Not only within our schools,
Not only within our homes,
But also within fellow seekers of
The higher mind and in general, simply
Those around us.
We have been wounded by a word that
Should be avoided like any disease,
And we have been given the virus that kills....
Hatred.
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No One
You're telling me things
I already know
You take me places
I would never go
And you act so freely
Like the world was your own
You can do anything you want
But don't you leave me alone
When will we learn
That nothing is real
And everything's changing
Except what we feel
And out on your doorstep, I was all butterflies
Cause all of the moonlight in the sky
Was no match for your eyes
You're telling me things
I don't want to hear
But you are my answer
When nothing is clear
And the music played softly
As you whispered a word
I had to catch my breath
From what I had heard
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MY CONSCIENCE AND I BEGAN TO FIGHT,
DISPUTING WHAT WAS WRONG OR RIGHT.
HOWEVER, I DID NOT LISTEN I MADE MY OWN WAY,
NOW I'M STUCK IN THE DARKNESS, UNABLE TO SEE THE DAY.
IF ONLY I HAD FOLLOWED HEAVEN'S PATH,
THEN MAYBE I WOULD NOT FEEL SATAN'S WRATH.
ALL THAT I'M REQUESTING IS GOD'S LOVE,
AND TO BE ABLE TO ENTER THE KINGDOM UP ABOVE.
NOW I'M HERE ETERNALLY BURNING,
AND GOD'S SALVATION IS WHAT I'M YEARNING.
BUT WILL HE FORGIVE ME?
WILL HE SEE THE TRUTH?
BECAUSE BEHIND THIS SINFUL SOUL,
IS THE CONFESSION OF A YOUTH.
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"Just One"
A couple weeks ago we both said
"Good-bye"
But i never stopped caring about you.
I craved one last good-bye kiss, and that
was all. I thought that was all it would
take to get over you. I thought wrong.
Today i got my kiss, and many more. You held
me in your arms and made me feel special
again .I missed that feeling.
A couple weeks ago we both said
"Good-bye"
A couple minutes ago we both said
"I Love You"
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~My puppy~
My dogs name is Travis.
He likes to Scratch his head.
He never chews his hair,
Or thinks about his Mere.
He loves to run around.
For he has Hip Displaga.
He has a lot of fur.
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Prayer for My 25th Birthday
-John C. Erianne
As soon as the band
plays the right song
may the Uzis
of peace
lay down their
green faces
Let the Ozone
knit itself
together
again like
a baby's
skull
and we'll all
dance together
like a band of
drunken gypsies.
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She gets angry at her mom
All she hears is this parent scream
Instead of yelling she runs and hides
Not noticing the added pain inside...
Her father dies of unseen cancer
She didn't get to say good-bye
Instead of crying she runs and hides
Not noticing the added pain inside...
No one knows and no one cares
Unbeknownst what fate will bring
She continues along this downward track
Stuffing her feelings deeper inside...
They begin to build, more and more
Stackes upon stacks of hate, anger, and pain
Until one day, she can stand it no longer
She asks herself what she can do to end this pain...
Not thinking nor caring she grabs a knife
Deciding the only way out is to end her life
What could have been avoided was nothing but ignored
Maybe someday we'll all give a care
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Life
I wonder if life is nothing more than a joke with no punchline, a riddle with
no meaning, a puzzle with jagged edges.
I wonder if where you are is where you want to be. You said that once the
veil of fantasy was remove from your eyes, the starkness of what is real blinded
you with vast capacity and paralyzed you with the fear that maybe fiction was
better.
Behind dry eyes I think of where I live and my smile starts to wane. The
safe places I built within my mind crumble like sand castles hit by the morning
tide when the realization that where I told myself I would never be is where I
am today.
I turn my back and close my eyes reality suspends in time. I realize that
life which I thought of as beautiful and glorious was simply what I was dictated
to believe.
The last memory I have before my spiritual death is my heart singing this
song:
Why when I need it the most the light within that
once shone so brightly refuses to come on?
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AGELESS
I am ageless
The giant oak is the watcher
She guards the hidden murky path
Curving past blossoming buttercups and marsh grass
To my soul, crying out to the night.
Water plays melodies among the river rocks
Broken pine branches beat to form a lullaby.
A babe stretches from his cocoon
Kissing his reflection in the bottomless pool.
I am ageless
The crimson sea frolics with the sand
Never tiring of its perpetual course
Laying grains of eternity past destiny
To set me free.
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Poetry is the treetops dancing in the moonlight
Kenneth W. Brown
... it's the clouds struggling to hide the red--faced nakedness of the morning sun
... it's the winter morning as the cold crisp air sharpens the blues of the sky and the whites of the clouds, and causes a stillness
so perfect that a string of white smoke stands almost straight up, seeming to tether a cloud to the ground. Is there an
advertisement painted balloon-like on the cloud, telling us of the wares produced under the smoke below?
... it's the grassfire clearing the land, making way for the bright green of the new growth soon to follow.
... it's the wind carving sculptures in the snow as it blows over the rocks and past the trees.
... it's the grace of naked lovers kissing on a moonlit night.
... it's the imaginings in the mind of man.
... it's love, it's beauty, it's peace, sanity midst chaos.
... it's all of this, and more!
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So it is here that I feel this overwhelming sense of calm....
In these arms I lay with content,
with a passion so strong everything real disappears.
My head on her breast, I am left with a comfort reminiscent
of the soft cotton folds on my mother's sundress.
The grasses are greener, and I am falling in love with dandelions.
My wish star is shining up the night... she is my midnight baby, and
my sunshine sparrow, the nights are filled with peaceful slumber.
She is an indian summer...leaving my days warmer and my senses
filled with the pretty things.... smells of coffee, Ivory soap,
and the harvest candle have all become symbols of our friendship.
And I cannot remove my lips from hers, they have never felt this heaven.
I cannot let go of this precious being for one night, let alone
a lifetime....our bodies overlap and I no longer belong to me.
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Knowing when...
Knowing when you're in love is really great,
starting your love not a moment too late.
You reminisce about the times that you've once had,
looking forward to the future and only being glad.
Knowing when you're sick puts you in pain,
the feelings within may drive you insane.
Knowing when you're hurt often causes sorrow,
hoping that things will be better tomorrow.
The best of all is knowing when you're going to die.
Not telling anyone hello or good-bye.
Just leaving out of a world of hate,
it's a feeling that I think is really great.
The fear that lives inside of you comes out,
you finally understand what dying's about.
If you're scared or have second thoughts,
just put them aside and give it a shot.
Knowing when your life comes to an end,
should be shared between you and a friend.
So I'm telling you, my friend, good-bye
because I know when I'm going to die.
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Father
Father of wisdom seen in my heart
And those things revealed are love
For my dreams are that of my future
And my visions are within my desires
For today is another within the light
And the darkness is cast out by love
For no other power has my destiny
And today will be tomorrow's wisdom
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BACK SIDE OF THE SUNSET
WHEN I WALK MY CALIFORNIA BEACHES,,,,, ,I REMEMBER,,, THE CALIFORNIA
BEACHES........ BUT NOW I LOOK AT THE BACKSIDE OF THE SUNSET.......
THE GREENS, BLUES (MONTEREY) JAZZ (SANTA CRUZ) .,,,,,THE SOUL OF THE LAND
WHERE ARE THE LISTENERS,,, WHERE DID THEY GO TO BIG SUR........
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To Jamie, My Little Golden Heart
Someone who cares enough to say
Someone who brightens up your day
Someone who's there no matter what
Someone there when I'm in a rut.
Someone there when I'm in doubt
Someone when I'm down and out
Someone warm and never cold
Someone with a heart of gold.
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Dancing Grass
Phillip Igloliorti
Grass swaying gently
dancing with the wind
politely and quietly
Subtle movements
gracefully in sync
caressing suspiciously
Intertwining with each other
individually sacrificing
its' dance with the wind
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CHAIR
I sat in the chair you lived in
looked through your view for days
smelled you, leveled you.
listened to the rain
remembering your tears,
as you walked towards the door,
stepping into the green room
when your last breath escaped.
that vision in my dreams keeps me awake.
tears drip and splash like bombs
when they hit the armrests
i was always hoping you wouldn't
take those last steps
and be left without me to attend.
so i run for my life
and i burn the chair.
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Dreamer's loose sleep
Awake and fragile I think up thoughts that are rational
as soon as I fall into that ditch that we like to call sleep
I begin to dream--and it's all over
there are no nice dreams
they might start off that way- but in the end they all end up
as nightmares.
Nightmares cause insomnia-therefore I do not sleep
instead i sit here in front of the information superhighway
and share all of my least interesting thoughts with the other insomniacs of the world...So goodnight to all, I hope you don't
dream.
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I don't know what brought us together,
Those days I hold in my past.
My live has never been better.
Our love will forever last.
At your side I do ever want to be
Your face forever in my mind.
No one was meant for me but you.
No one as sweet and kind.
As time wears on, my heart beats strong.
In rhythm, proclaiming my love.
My eyes behold no one but you.
For it is you I hold above.
No matter what life may throw upon us,
No other do I seek
You are the one I love,
You make me strong when I am weak.
I know that time will slow my heart.
Though time on this earth is a number,
I will be with you forever, my love,
Whether in life or in slumber.
I am so happy that we are one.
There will always be you and I.
The world may end today, but know this,
I will always love you... forever.
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"THE JOURNEY"
AS WE DRIVE ON DOWN THE HIGHWAY,
THE MOUNTAINS FALL BEHIND US,
THE SNOW UPON THE FIELDS,
REFLECTS THE SUN THAT BLINDS US,
WE'VE TRAVELED MANY MILES,
HAND IN HAND TOGETHER,
WE'VE TRAVELED THROUGH THE NICE DAYS,
AND THROUGH THE STORMY WEATHER,
THE DIRT ROADS WERE SO BUMPY,
FROM ALL THE SUNK IN HOLES,
WE HOLD EACH OTHER CLOSE,
WHEN THE CAR BEGINS TO ROLL,
WE END UP IN A QUARRY,
AND LUCKY TO BE ALIVE,
OUR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER,
IS NOW IMPOSSIBLE TO HIDE...
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IN THE PAST /TO A DIFFERENT BEAT / PEOPLE STOOD / ON THEIR OWN TWO FEET
THE TROUBLE TODAY / TO AN OFFERED HAND / INSTEAD OF THANKS / IT'S A NEW DEMAND
BUT I'M A CRIPPLE / THEY CRY AND BALK / YOUR BACK IS STRONG / WHY SHOULD I WALK
QUIT SUCKING TIT / GO BUY A COW / PATCH YOUR ROOF / FIX YOUR PLOW
DISCARD YOUR TOYS / GROW SOME HAIR / PULL YOUR WEIGHT / SHOW SOME CARE
STAND ON YOUR FEET / YOU'LL PROBABLY FALL / STAND UP AGAIN / YOUR WALKIN TALL
THE WORLD AIN'T FAIR / TO GOD YOU CRY / INSTEAD OF WHINNING / SPIT IN HIS EYE
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MOST ECCENTRIC
~ Cathy Leming ~
I am the MOST ECCENTRIC and mighty proud to be,
No one else on this old earth is more eccentric than me.
I am non conventional, and out of the norm,
And more than often, I deviate from form.
Perplexing, curious, odd and funny;
All of this, but I have no money.
I enjoy being peculiar, exotic and quaint;
I'm most eccentric, but you just ain't!
I am ever so foreign in a familiar land;
I reach out and touch with my alien hand.
Let me make mention; my life is bizarre,
So let me alone and stay where you are.
Different, unusual, and sometimes strange...
I even have a hundred names.
Oh sure, I DO exhibit a distant behavior:
But, I find this to be in my immediate favor.
I'm a sleuth, a doctor, and a lawyer's attorney;
And the floor of the ocean is my next journey.
Don't lock me away to try and figure me out,
I inspired The Beatles to write Twist and Shout.
Sometimes dead poets whisper in my ear,
And Robin Hood's arrow is my souvenir.
If you've done it once, I've done it tenfold---
I've done most everything and I'm not even old!
I walked on the moon when I was a babe,
I have too many memories to try to save.
I attempted one time to breathe under water,
And I was rescued by a mermaid's daughter.
When I was held hostage by the infamous Capones,
I truly met up with the real Mister Jones.
I've been in the presence of Bohemian royalty---
But it was They who paid Me with the honor & loyalty.
I was appointed to be Boston's town crier,
By now, I'm sure you might think me a liar.
Let me add, I am paranoid and can't quit it;
If I were NOT paranoid, I'd be an idiot.
After reading this, you can plainly see:
The most eccentric person alive is Me!!
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Where should I begin
Where should I start
How about the moment
you captured my heart
I think it was your smile
Or maybe it was your frown
But either way
You turned my world upside down
We shared lots of memories
And time sure did fly
And as I sit here now
I know the reason why
I cared about you
You cared about me too
But I never did get my chance
To tell you "thank you"
Almost 3 months later
I look back with delight
I totally understand now
You were just so right
Life takes its course
While we both move on
Time healing everything
All the right and all the wrong
Through all the smiling
Through all the crying
Through every kiss
I realize this:
Maybe we weren't meant to be together
But it sure would be great to be friends forever
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"Where, now?"
Tell me, Lord, where do I go,
And how do I begin; to
Pick up all the pieces, of
My shattered innocence.
Scattered pictures of that night,
Still ponder in my mind as
I try so hard to rid myself, of
All that he left behind.
My hope is slowly fading,
My faith almost no more;
I fall down, broken, on my knees,
I need Your strength once more.
The tears just won't stop falling,
Am I the one to blame?
My mind is such a tangled mess, of
Anger, confusion, and pain.
Lord, lift my spirits, mend my heart, and
Help me to begin; to
Build my strength, my hopes and dreams,
Be with me 'till the end-
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I hear your voice in the whispering wind
Calling to me in the night
I run to find you but fear i can't
For the night has blinded me
Are you behind the trees which sway in the wind?
Are you in the sea which roars to me so?
Are you in the creek that babbles like a baby?
Are you in the sky looking through the stars?
We'll be together again i hear you say
talking to me through nature
I feel so alone here
But feel comfort in your presence
Whispering wind you gently blow
Through life from the skies above
I feel you brush my solemn face
Stroking the sadness away
It is the stars who took you away from me
on which i look upon
Hoping one day we will be together again
In nature together as one
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Faded Beauty
Walking in
the shadow of my past
What a blossoming youth I was
Such happiness
gleaming upon my face
With a sparkle in my eye
Ready to defeat
anyone who came between
my love and I
A restless beauty
with no limits
no boundary lines
and an endless hope
that surpasses all creation
But the beauty has faded
now turned gray
stone cold
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The Fear
What are you afraid of when you close your eyes?
When it is dark, where do you hide?
Do you pull the covers over your head
As you lie awake, quivering in bed?
What gruesome visages appear in the shade?
What a delightful nightmare your imagination has made.
Do you fear the banshee's shriek or the vampire's bite?
Did you find that it is your fear that you can't fight?
Is it monsters or goblins that make your fears sing,
or are you afraid of what tomorrow will bring?
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UNSPOKEN LOVE
Sometimes love is illusive, it walks quietly and says
little.... It occasionally whispers only seems to be a
dream.....
I met you in the 60's,,,saw you in the 70's,, lost you
in the 80's,, found you in the 90's.........
Love walks up from behind and grabs you unknowingly,,,,,
when you least expect it......and then it is quiet again..
It holds,,,It lets go,,, It try's,, It gives in,,,,It wonders..
It questions,,, It always listens.....
It want's to know why,,,,,and often asks......
It never leaves,,,,unlike the trees........
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what is this evasive blue-green color, that always appears in times like these, flashing itself in the most uncertain moments,
either through the window, or displaying itself sneakily through a spot the wall? in a moment of realization last night, i notice it
to be the color of ocean water on a stormy day, deep and calling, somewhere between smoky and blue topaz, whispering of
tides pulled in and out , in and out, the beginning and the end, the beginning and the end....
sweetheart if i could fall asleep with my hands in your hair every night, if i
could kiss your third eye awake every morning, nothing could ever be wrong... let me see red instead, for love, or yellow for
joy or green for growth, not this sea colored messenger, that though it's watery indecision, it's back-and-forth, back-and-forth,
will take you away from me.
by:faeoni
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I covet your love,
yearn for your touch,
and can feel your lips
pressing against mine.
Heat rises inside me.
The excitement is mounting.
Every part of my body
trembles with anticipation.
I can taste you.
I can smell you.
I can feel you.
I can hear your heartbeat quicken.
Savoring that moment in time
for as long as I may.
Aching for you once more.
Needing you again even more.
Your sweet breath on my neck.
You whispers in my ear.
Until I can't want anymore.
all our senses paramount.
Immeasurable liberation of serenity
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Getting Through Life's Obstacles
Another day has passed
When the smile on my face
Has turned upside down
Tears fall down in disgrace.
Memories from my past
Are what's haunting me.
But I have to be strong
And accomplish my dreams.
Getting through life's obstacles,
Can be a hard thing to do.
Don't give up, be strong
Everything will be brand new.
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Alone with my Sainity May 2,1999
I sit alone and think,sometimes for love,sometimes for life.
I sit alone and think,sometimes for hate,sometimes for death.
Tell me what do you think of when you lay your head to rest?
It's the shadows in my mind the fire that burns with'in my soul the
uncontrollable pain that lives with'in us all.We all feel it,we all need
it,do you recognize what you see when you look in the mirror,do you know
what you've become,tell me what you see.
Is your soul one with your sainity,have you given up on humanity,throw
your fists in the air in a rage for brutality.I'm the suicidal youth that
walks with'in your socity,I'm the voice with'in your head,I'm the master
of puppets the boogie man that lives under your bed,I'm the angel of death
the messenger of god,I'm the M.F. serpent that tricked Adam and Eve,you'd
better recognize when you see me,feel my fury I've been around for centuries.
I'm the judge and the jury I'll choose your fate,there is one more issue
that's not clear to you but I'll save that for another time,maybe when I
come to get you so GOODBYE and GOODNIGHT I'll see you soon.
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In the rush of the morning,
no alarm is heard from the sleep of within,
I'm captured, the buzzing sounds of cars, horns,
and screaming people unmove me,
I huddle to the shadow beside and lose all unconscious
by the tenderness of a touch,
Was I to feel the vibration from the plane soaring above,
When in rapture, I think not,
A smile while I sleep, unimaginable, since I dont smile
when I'm awake,
Lost is the afternoon, slowly dawning is the day to night,
And still the rumbling streetcars unshaken me,
I'm comfort, you, wow.. what a concept.
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Cockpit
Jay Stricklin
You look at me like a robot unplugging itself
the wires spit juice and crud fills the cracks as it tears itself up
The machines keep working to clean up the spill after the keeper's died
the keeper looks at you like a robot unplugging itself
We threw parties to surprise the guests that had shown
We filled up the bowls to show that there was enough juice in this thing to celebrate
The horses keep running in place
It takes that I tell you
Sometimes you just have to pretend that there is a reason to throw a party like this
We dress up, and ask each other how we look
in our eyes there is a cockpit with an attendant who never tires of refilling the mirrors
I keep peeling you back
You keep receding, and I keep pealing
You've told me that I can't stop picking at our sores
and I tell you that sometimes the only thing that cleans a wound is good thorough licking
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HE'S...
He's funny, smart, caring and loving.
He can be the life of the party.
He can bring you up or bring you down.
He'll always be there for me at any given time.
He may not be perfect but I love him the same.
He won't leave me behind but he won't bring me forward.
To me he's perfect the way he is.
He's bright and very intelligent even though he doesn't think that.
I know he doesn't always believe in himself but I'll always believe in him.
Whatever he puts his mind to he'll accomplish.
I'll always be proud of him and everything he does in life.
He's a very big part of my life and I love him.
He's my brother!
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Useless
Changing choices of the way.
I think I chose to live today.
Where I stand on the divided layers.
I might be a pawn, but I'm not a player.
Like the silent rain drops that deafen me.
Like a brightly lit darkness that I can't see.
I think I should change all I can.
But without all the pieces, I still don't understand.
And fate lies where it may be.
Knowing I have no identity.
Learning reasons not to stay.
I thin I chose to die today.
Where I watch my star fall.
A little sacrifice and life for them all.
Like the tears that try to rise.
Like the dying sun up in the sky.
I think I should change all I can.
But without all the pieces, I still don't understand.
And fate lies where it may be.
Knowing I have no identity
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I sit in my capsule chair.
Staring at my light bulb container.
Life can be unfair.
Whatever I do there is a remainder.
Repeated slumber in unconscious drive.
Entangled visions on an amusement park ride.
I strive for completeness within a populous beehive.
Internal warfare, different selves collide.
I think I'm going crazy.
I don't know who I am...
.... Anymore?
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OUR ARMY
I'm a soldier heading into war, and everybody asks me: What for? For the desperate families that I see, For the
hopeless kids that I meet, For the young and the old, For the sick and the bold, For the weak and the strong, For those who
think they don't belong. But as I fight, I will not hide. I do not need a silly disguise, because I won't let Camouflage cover up
my pride. I march in an army dressed i white, with gold Headbands that float. And that is something I am proud to show. And
our army is the strongest, because Our shield is God's fist. No one can push us down, Because we shine in the light of the
Lord's Crown.
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Changing Seasons
Autumn announced its presence
With a howling burst of wind
Bringing death to summer leaves
Shorter days chilly nights
An end to outdoor barbecues
Our short sleeved evening walks
Nude sleeping atop the sheet
Dead leaves are dancing in the street
Richard A Ditmanson
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LOVERS TOO!
Cajun boy
Cajun girl
lovers two
give a whirl
throw a kiss
land on lips
hearts a glow
melts the snow
emotions grow
arms embrace
lovers two
face to face
crimson flow
hands on hips
whispers low
clasp of hands
path of love
walk the lands
flying dove
budding hours
ever ours
will you do
marriage two
ever more
a winning score
man & wife
lovers too
rest of life
yes
yes we do
by Walt Barger
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I HAVE FINALLY DISCOVERED MY SOUL MATE
THE ONE WHO MAKES ME FEEL COMPLETE
IT WAS SUCH TOTAL FATE
HOW WE DID MEET
IT TOOK SO LONG
TO SEE WHAT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL THE TIME
FINDING HIM HAS MADE RIGHT WHAT ONCE WAS WRONG
AND HE CAN OVERLOOK MY PAST CRIME
OF SELF-LOATHING AND HATE
THAT I HAVE INDULGED IN FOR SO LONG
I WILL TELL YOU WHO IT IS IF YOU PROMISE NOT TO MOCK
ME BUT HE WHO BRINGS ME WHICH GLEE
NOW THIS MAY BE A BIG SHOCK
BUT IT IS NONE OTHER THEN ME
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Write ?
About what!
Speak?
About what!
About the joys, that are to surrender our lives!
Speak unto who?
Unto the master, the holder, the eye of wisdom
Grow, grow, grow.....into the soul
What soul?
The soul of the universe...the whole!!
The Whole?
The ever belonging, encompassing truth!!
Oh, the truth
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enchantment
of childhood
born into this world
pure
clean
new...
learning
experiencing
new things
being under
a spell
magic
not knowing
right or
wrong
just having fun
being a kid
enchanted
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Why?
Why do I feel this way
have I committed some crime
in which I must pay
with my soul and time
Why do I question my life
is it so bad I have to die
for that is the essence of my strife
that makes me look above and scorn the sky
Why is my soul so torn
is this part of my fate
that I must be born
into chaos and hate
Why is this so hard for me
is my struggle really that strong
that I lay awake pondering my symmetry
or just admit that I am wrong
Why is this question always in my head
is life really that insane
that i may lay amongst the dead
rather than stand in the pouring rain
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Do you hear me scream
Do you feel my pain
Want to see my dream
Dance with me in the rain
See the sorrow in my eyes
For things I haven't done
It will take much to clear these skies
But the battle I have won
Within me burns a fire
Expressed only in my rage
From this world I want to retire
No longer trapped in society's cage
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You
There is a place inside my heart, Untouched by human kindness and unloved for more years than can be counted.
It is a place so hollow, so limitless in depth that it would take a miracle to reach it from where you stand.
There is a place inside my heart that I believe you are the only one who can fill it's aching need.
Swoop me, swing me.
Whirl me around in laughter and bliss.
Kiss your tender lips against my brow.
Touch my flesh with your gentleness and love.
Look into my eyes but say not a single word,
For if you truly love me, I am sure to feel it in that space so far inside my heart.
Dance on moon lit floors of Mother Earth.
Dance on leaf beds in Autumn.
Dance with out clothing in summers sweltering heat.
Lets dance through life together-Lets be whole together,
You and I.
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the sound of your voice haunts me day and night,as though it echoes from below
this bridge upon which we stand
it is like a warm silk passing over my heart
eyes closed, a breeze moves my spirit closer
a yearning so strong as to never taste the bitterness that is the loss of hope
a fear so great as to never understand the power of reason
to where will our hearts travel in the midst of this distant river?
a song, so silent and strong, prevails
a song which I have never before heard
but which I clearly understand
my eyes will lift to meet the horizon
for I am prepared to go the distance
of this path unknown
each beat of this heart is a prelude
to the rhythm that whispers from the nearby shore
to where will our hearts travel in the midst of this river of silk?
upon this bridge we shall dance
until at once we will have discovered
that we are on the other side
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THOUGHTS ON ME
GENEVIEVE HARGIS
I'm self-destructive
don't get too close to me
or you will fall as well.
This pain I inflict
is of my own choosing.
Don't let me fool you
I will you know.
And you will go down with me
(You wont even know your down)
You wont even know it's me dragging you
But you WILL fall
And I,
I will walk away from you.
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The Awakening
H. J. Mosteller, Jr.
Dim light in the quiet darkness
As the envelope of the night now opens
To give way to the birth of a new day
Yet still is the silence of morn
Where the shadows of darkness once danced
Now plays the soft rays of a sun not yet risen
As it presents the dawn of a new day
Yet still is the silence of morn
As a kaleidoscope of soft colors now turns
With natures light show glistening through the sky
The willow softly sways in the gentle breeze
Yet still is the silence of morn
Now the presence of the sun defined
By its own brilliance claimed the darkness
As a choir of angelic voices sing, I awake
To their joyous song of the new day
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More or less,
we're all afflicted with the psychology
of the voyeur
Not in a strictly clinical or
criminal sense, but in our whole
physical and emotional
stance before the world
Whenever we seek to break
this spell of passivity,
our actions are cruel and
awkward and generally obscene,
like an invalid who
has forgotten how to walk.
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Howling misery throughout the night,
as the whispering traitors feed him
fright. Their unholy screams corrupt
his path, while unmourned souls expel
their wrath. Dreadful thoughts invade
his head, his normal other self is
dead. He walks the streets and lights
go dim, the cold, black night is feeling
grim. Demonic ideas control his life,
causing darkness, hate, and strife.
Memories of peace he can't relive,
for only torturous pain they give.
Principles get twisted and turned,
his hopes and dreams are scared and
burned. Unbearable sorrows build up
to lies, no truth is seen through
blinded eyes. Harmful intentions
possess his will, training his
thoughts for someday to kill. Mislead fears embrace his
cries, he waits upon the time he dies.
Suicide sets in this prison cell, what will save him from this hell?
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Spirit
Tiny flecks.Floating suspended at the bottom of the bottle.
Skin fragments. Teeth pickings. Pieces of me.
Self-consumption.
Spirit.
Is that meant to be a joke?
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with all this war and hating. And all this sad good-bye.
Like arms betrothed in wedlock. Living until you die.
How sad this great good-morning. When all is lost but sane.
No gentle tears nor quiet thoughts. No silence, no god, no pain.
Frodo...
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Waiting for Corey
I have never failed to smile when things become pale, So where is my
extremities of hope that I reach for? Claustrophobic in the gutter they lay,
searching for greater means of transportation. Prevailing over the valley's
dust I wait for them every day, praying that my questions of meaning can be
over looked at least by him, raising over the sun by means clearer than
heavens shadows.
My shoulders sag down, my heart sinks. My body has become a cold
undying sweat that unearths my being. Then I look down shaken by the
changing geo. that surrounds me, my reflection beams from the ground . I'm
smiling, so why? Where is my hope for the future? Near and soon
heartlessly shaken by my bare bodies core, comes the truth I've been
searching for. Soon, I whisper, drifting away
-Christina Taylor
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Mother's Revenge
A.C. Mudge
The insane man is melting
Into the cold walls
Grinding the floors of the mausoleum
Reveal the ugly face
Flies gather for this orgy spectacle
And their maggot children nestled in gray mass
Infest the fluid lunacy
The insane man, wormy blood and television lover
Come the insane man
Everyone's invited, the frenzied preachers
Placid killers will awake to a funeral in hell
Every mother will stand over
The last stake driven through every spongy heart
Ours will sleep in heaven with angels at their side
As they will die forever in a burning casket
A gasoline extinguisher to douse their soul.
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wind blows
embraces the oxygen that which I breathe
my thoughts as well
I am lost
I will never find my way back
this I know for sure.
shattered images in mirrors
so many pieces
how do they fit together?
throw them away,
but no, I cannot.
something wants me to keep them
knows the pieces
of mirrors
each tell a tale
a memory
no memory is shattered
just embraced by the wind.
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: "when the glass is broken"
When the glass is broken
the real you comes showering
down
will this be love?
when the glass is broken
a heart is broken.
Love and other emotions
thrown to the floor
hate comes out
with this,
all is wrong
the real you seems not right
to me
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if only one voice,
if only a wall i could stand to,
as before me my hope has taken its thousand wings,
and forgotten.....
but i rage, if only to know for
a dying moment, that as i sleep,
the stone i breathe from has an answer,
has a separation so that i might escape,
to feel the soil of my youth just before it choked with age,
no sun or moon could slow me then,
or could any hand remove the peace
and innocence that has since begun to rot
by the ruins that i wake to,
my question always remains untitled,
never to disappear or change,
i can only turn my back again,
and wait, for the voice.
OnE, 1999
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"NATURAL SELECTION FOREST 187"
A BANG, A CRASH, A MYSTERIOUS FLASH,
GOD SENT THIS BEAM OF LIGHT, TO SPREAD
FREIGHT THROUGH OUT THE NIGHT, THE
STORM GREW THICK, OVERCAST SKIES,
BUT NO RAIN, HUMID BUT NO MOISTURE, ANIMALS
BUT NO LIFE, BLAST THE FOREST CAN NOT LAST WHEN
THE LIGHTNING PIERCES THE BRUSH, A SPARK,
A FLAME, AND BOOM THE FOREST IS JUST ASH.
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-Manic-
You here words whispered about you. "She's crazy i heard she has to take pills or she'll flip out!" Well at least they got one
part right i do take pills. Happy pills i call them. But people are so wrong about us. We don't flip out we just become severely
depressed and fick you if you can't deal with some ones chemical imbalance. if there's any one group of people that are the
most creative it's the manic-depressives. Yes, that's what i am and if you want to make fun of me go ahead!!!!!
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Nature's Affection
by Nicole S. Porter
clouds tickle the sky
while sun kisses the mountains
natural embrace
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Something went wrong with the world today.
God didn't create it this way.
There is so much crying.
And way too much dying.
School shootings happening everywhere.
Innocent kids taking their last breath of air.
Teens dying at such a young age.
Because of other students on a wild rampage.
They went to school to learn & have some fun.
They didn't know they'd never again see the rising sun.
Being threatened with bombs.
Dying before their proms.
Bodies on the ground.
Families worry & gather 'round.
The families are devastated.
Wondering why their "babies" were annihilated.
It was too soon to say goodbye.
It was too soon for them to die.
This violence has made me stop & pray.
To thank God I have my family & friends with me today.
Don't take your loved ones for granted 'cause you never know.
When it will be their time to go.
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Woven and weaved are spiders webs
in coordination of gothic light of the unliving dead.
Their eyes radiate bane and pane,
which have caused individuals to turn insane.
A bright angel is what they seek
so let mine provided be upon they feast.
Know how I came upon this acquisition,
It is an event which I feel no contrition.
I took one from above
for I was in love.
This angel was an evil one.
For this task must be done.
Evil ones, I am not of your faith but kill this hypocritical angel,
for if not I shall kill things evil.
An exception not if It's evil desires no evil.
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LIFE BEGINS TO FADE
TO A PLACE FAR AWAY
WHY I'M NOT SURE
BUT MY SIGHT IS BLURRED
I SAW A TALL BLACK MAN
AND HE SAID I'M GOING TO SMOKE
WANA COME TAKE SOME TOQUES
I SAID SURE LETS GO
I NEED MY JACKET THOUGH
SO I WALKED OUT THAT DOOR
AND THE WORLD WAS NO MORE
BUILDINGS BECAME ROCKS
AND MY FOOT, A BOX
SO NOW I SIT AT MY DESK
WONDERING WHAT TO DO NEXT
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A FRIEND
i came upon a friend today, who i know, will help me on my way.
life is a journey, we all must ride, not only is it our shadow at our side.
there are others who will reach your mind,
open your eyes, so you're not so blind.
life, sometimes, is an endless wait,
though you're not searching hard, you will find your fate.
It's subtle, but there, though it's easy to miss, like perhaps, a fairy kiss.
fate is the smile, like warm sunshine, nurturing hope, in this heart of mine.
i think, it is fate that has brought me to you,
somehow, i know you think it too.
my thoughts are profound, and you are like me...
we enjoy but don't harm, just let it be.
though sometimes the rain will fall, we will come through with strengh for all.
you've crossed my path for a reason i know, and on through life i will go.
i know this poem, it isn't much...
but i hope, my friend, you'll keep in touch,
and, if you don't we'll meet again, like spring water flowing 'round the river bend...
We are one, and will forever be... a part of you... a part of me.
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"The Garden"
As I walked through the Garden I saw my life appear in my eyes,
I came across old rumors, gossip, and lies.
Like a seed I want them to be buried away,
And at peace I want to lay.
As I walk, the rain begins to pour down on me,
And the seeds unburied selfishly.
I try so hard to make it right,
But so many weeds try to make me fight.
Rain stops, as I see red, red roses giving me guidance through out the way,
And green leaves from trees giving me a place to stay.
I see uncovered paths giving me somewhere to walk,
And at space of sunflowers giving me a place to talk.
Bad memories were washed away, and new memories began to stay,
The Garden gave me strength and took away my fears and gave me a way,
A way stronger then it appears and weaker then it becomes.
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My Life Your Heart.
I'm gazing into the empty blue sky
A bird gliding below the clouds
Catches my eye,
Your face I can plainly see
Up beyond the clouds of eternity,
You and me is plain to see
That this is a chance of destiny,
Love can reach the nearest star
Past the moon through my heart,
Like a love no other can have
Your my life I'm your heart.
By: Mary Wine. Written May,5,1998
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The days longest hours
All seem to linger on
Until your presence towers
Time seems to cease on all ends
You stand yielding great power
I am nothing to you
The suns arising rays
Glistening in the morning's glory
Your beauty awakens the days
All else seems to die in my eyes
Everything's irrelevant in all ways
I am nothing to you
Life is not worth itself
When your not immersed in it
Why go on living when you know
Nothing of my existence
You are everything to me
I am nothing to you
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I SAID A PRAYER FOR YOU TODAY
I said a prayer for you today
and I know God must have heard-
I felt the answer in my heart,
although he spoke no words.
I didn't ask for wealth or
fame, for I knew you wouldn't
mind. I asked him to send treasure
of a far more lasting kind.
I asked him that we'd be near
each other the start of each new
day. I asked for happiness for
you, in always, great and small,
but it was for your love and care,
I prayed for most of all.
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Poetry
Poetry is like a rainbow with many different colors
Red for romance and green for life
And always at the other side of the rainbow
their is a pot full of writings waiting for someone to read
Writings of wonder and excitement
waiting to be read
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we lay
together
in the heated joining of arms and legs
your smile makes me want to
be closer
so i try
i love the way i am with you
the way i can let go
of my inhibitions
and just be
in the moment
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American Art
-for The Eulogists
Though I was not the first to discover metaphor
In cold blue steel I see future more clearly
Before the crimson paint on hands coagulates
Let us recognize the brutal Art of Post-nada
Y nada y nada despues de nada, a mi no me importa
Ahora tenemos Picassos y Dalis Americanos
You are not worth your plastic flowers
And your See-Dick-Run sentiments
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All I'll be, All I am,
Everything in this world
that I'll ever do.
Is done with All.
All my strength, All my power, All my knowledge.
That's what you need to give: All
It might not seem like all is what i give
but hey, I'm small, and sometimes so is my All.
Jesus gave it All for us.
So that's why I will give my All
He is All I need in my life
cause in the end everything will be All right.
still with All my heart, till my dying day.
By:Ashley Sipes
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