UP-DATED JUNE 1, 2001
To My Family who have always been there
I am leaving today,
for the United Sates Air Force
To fulfill my dreams
I will make it of course
Its going to be a long haul
But I can hack a lot more
serving my country just like my dad
and his dad before
I am serving my country
my time has just started
Four or twenty years
in our hearts we will never be parted
times will be tough
days will be long
but knowing you are still there
I will always be strong
If there comes a time
that I am sent to war
Please don't cry for me
It's all of you I am fighting for
To have an honor of the highest degree
will show my son
that his mama served proudly
know that I stand for freedom
so that others can be free
to prove to my country
my utmost loyalty
so with these few words
I leave you to read
I will finally wear my Air Force Blues
and have Silver Wings bestowed upon me!
My Life in Metaphors
(I later realized that I took out every other line, starting with the first or second, that I had written two poems in one)
Webster (Matthew F. Carmichael)
I am their fallen soldier,
I am my only savior,
They force my soul to mold,
My soul is my cocoon,
The gears within the mold try to rip my soul,
The wings forming on my back try to break my mold,
The machines try to force the gears upon me,
The claws in my fingers try to rip the wires,
The wires subdue my hands, and force my head and brain to mold,
I use my teeth as wire cutters, and try to free my hands,
But the mold has surrounded me,
My cocoon wants to suffocate me,
The gears start to push in,
My wings try to break free,
The mold is getting tighter,
My Hope is getting weaker,
Will they win?
Will I die?
Will they crush my soul and control me?
Will my wings break the skin of the cocoon?
They want to hold and rape me,
My wings won't protect me from,
The gear they force up my ass!
My soul is getting weaker!
Will they kill me?
Will I lose?
When will the mold break?
When will I get my wings?
Wanted: One Poet
free-lance muse searching. looking for experienced, naive, professional amateur.
angst absolutely required. neurosis, psychosis optional. well read, good butcher
baker, candlestick maker. aggressively quiet, charming host, excellent cook.
love of children, animals, books. intrigued by cool crisp sheets, chaffed by taboos, ignorance, beets. in love and disgusted by life and hard knocks.
willing to break windows, use guns, pick locks. completely amazed and repressed.
What were you like as a kid?
By Stephanie K Thompson
You were always someone to despise and hate,
Always with a stern look upon your face.
I raged with anger and aimed it at you.
always telling me what to do.
Your were always out to get me so i thought,
we never hugged just fought and fought.
But behind those eyes to my surprise,
there was a child hidden inside.
One like me who made those same mistakes,
That I have now began to make.
I never thought you were once like me,
I always labeled you as cruel and mean.
I should've looked deeper then what I did.
I should've asked what were you like as a kid?
I would've found out you only nagged,
Because I was the most precious thing you've ever had.
If I could do it over it wouldn't be the same,
I wouldn't have caused you so much pain.
I would've asked instead of hid,
What were you like as a kid?
DEDICATED TO MY MALE ROLE MODEL
Simon Brown III
You are my father and I love you
Just as Adam was made in the image of God
I was made in the image of you
You gave me your name not to start a legacy
but a continuation since your father did the same
I remember as a child we use to play games
but even when I was in the wrong never were you ashamed
always you gave love a true father never did you rule with an iron glove
yes you would bend but never did you break
you let me have my fun but was quick to tell me to pick up that rake
A man in the true since of the word you knew when it was time to work and time to play
and though your hours were long you spent time with me everyday you could
more than just a check in the mail
you are my male role model
who I hope to one day be like
although I have a long way to go
but on this special day I just want you to know
you are my father and I love you
One thought I have is that you challenged me dad.
I don't know what to feel this painless sadness,
or just nothing but tired.
I'm not close to you, and don't know what to do.
I will talk, but you hold my future in your hands.
When you lied, you shattered my soul! How am I suppose
to honor you and I say to myself one step at a time.
You did something that cracked my heart inside!
I'll breath and think of my pride. You need to think before
you trample on my integrity. I gave you my love, now can't
you at least do something that shows me I can trust you!
I know you are all alone on this, but your hurting
me. Please tell me one thing that is true!
Rite of Passage
s r charters
You are ten when your brother pushes you off the water tank.
Through the gash you see inside yourself -
white strings and orange stuff and lots of red.
Suddenly a mouth in your leg is trying to tell you some secret man thing.
They stitch up the silent mouth.
You bear the mute wound proudly.
Some carry the scar on the inside.
Rays falling around me.
An enormous light blazes above.
The wind sweeps me off my feet.
Leaves circle about like creatures with no cause.
Darkness suddenly takes over the sky.
Gray clouds mass together sending their gloom.
A rain drop soars down from the heavens with every intention of
Ruining the day.
You feel with desire at the thought of being the same way.
Yet everything is hated and everything is feared.
Just don't be the one to shed the last tear.
How can I say...
My life is under way,
I'm growing up
but how can I say...
happy day mom!!!.
If I see behind
you are helping me,
If I see in front
You'll stay still.
How can I say
the words I think,
all my happy thoughts
all with all my love.
You have risen me,
you have given love
but how can I say...
I love you mom!!!.
David M. Taylor
as you scribble japanese signs
on paper and doodle in your mind.
your lip is bitten, held tight,
by dead english poets and your grocery list.
you glance up
and ponder the meaning.
your eyes caress,
as you stare into memories
of a life you once had.
your freckles dance when you smile--
i shatter from the glow.
a soft layer exposed in conversation--
you wish your soul was harder.
we’re just theory before reality
that will never be.
"My turn for Glory"
I think its about time
to move this facade from the top of my head
i think its about time
to quit acting so happy,
when inside i'm dead
I think its about time,
to let go of what I've held on to so tight
I think its about time,
to say fawk the world and start living my life
The world passed me by
when i thought i was making good time
when i realized its worthless
starring through my minds eye..
its about time... its about time...
I think its about time,
to show the world,
I think its about time,
for them to hear my twisted words,
I think its about time,
i release my rage
i think its about time,
to express my mental state on this page
I think its about time
to let it all go,
i'm finally giving in,
just to let you know,
its about time....
Last time you held me tears stained your collar stained my heart and I can't forgive my regrets forgiveness, the way to get to my heart, let me know your over it and i can't even do what i demand of you how can i expect you to comply when all you can do is scream why? let me know your over it heartaches is over your storm has calmed. died down never, calming in the winds, carry me thru them, transatlantic, oceans in your eyes, drowning in your gaze sacrificed my dignity that nite in a way i never knew, scared to look into them as the salt dried in my hair-concrete dirty feet as your kissing my forehead brings the tears more lost nite, pride out the window pressing me harder then i thought harder then ever fronteirs stupid kids stupid hearts stupid games stupid winners don't even try...it's over we're gone, leave it alone provocation only makes it worse
"The smarter you are
The messier your handwriting"
She told me.
Just after her comment on how neat mine was.
Just after the sweet common question:
"How are you?"
Just after I had sat down at the dinner table,
And ate a meal with questions and comments.
H. Conrad Drury
As you stand there above me, in the light and air,
Know this; I did not die in despair.
It's true; many say there's a home of gold,
Where good souls go when their bodies grow old.
Others say, it's over and over we go,
And that we reap exactly what we sow.
The truth may be this, if it's ever told,
No high priest knows more than a one year old.
So; put no grand markers at my head,
For here, my spirit will not bed.
Only my body below you will lie,
To see eternity marching by.
Like the albatross, over endless waves does soar,
It will seek the sand no more.
On powerful wing, with unfailing strength,
It will fly the entire length,
Of the river of time, as by it flows,
To what ends, only the immortal knows.
Tommy’s gonna lose it
he aint got his grip
he’s gonna give Billy
a bloody lip
ever since mama
said he had to go
he misses all the good things
even the cursed snow
Tom said he was sorry
it wont’ happen again
3 months later, he’s right back in the state pen
out on his own
without a telephone
rents his apartment for $150 a month
but he can’t manage
it’s real mental damage
Good ol’ Tom works in the quarry
digging up stones
his cash flow keeps him the condition of only skin and bones
then came along Sally
the girl of his dream
she thought Tommy was a keeper
well Sally, things aren’t what they seem
he tried his best
to please his princess
but he wasn’t what u might call
someone to cherish
ya see, Tom was never loved
not by his brothers or his mother
“how could Sally Ever Love Me?”
he had never trusted anyone is his life ever
he was afraid Sally was too clever
maybe it was the fights or maybe his alcoholism
or the many other reasons he’s been in prison
but Sally said 2 change or she’ll leave
Tom messed up, he just couldn’t believe
on a Friday night
Sally and Tom got in their last fight
bye bye Sally girl
the only thing she left him was her necklace of pearls
3 months later he found Sally in a bar
sitting with a man
it’s a real emotional scar
“h hi tom, meet Billy
your gonna love him, he’s so sweet and silly”
Well, we all know how Tom acted that night
one of the bloodiest bar fights
“ Welcome Home Tom”
the security guard said
right back in the state pen
“mom, it’ll never happen again”
The Sea and the Refuge
By Joy Morton
Is there no peace for the pure?
Is there no rest for the weak?
Is my rock and my refuge far too far to seek?
Beyond the shores of unbridled sadness,
Beyond the mountains of hate,
Is there no rest for the weary?
Is the no escape from fate?
The sweeping, silk, sheets of sadness speak as they suave the shore,
“As the sea engulfs love so does the sadness beg for more.”
The sadness leering in the distance waiting for a time to strike,
When the sad, weak, and weary are to weak to fight.
So is my rock and my refuge far too far to seek?
Only to those who are strong,
Too strong to say they’re weak.
bridge across the skyway slips
out and moves all meanderings
to the precipice before
dropping silently into mediocrity
I wait for her answer and
know there is less time in a
millennium than she once thought
when i'm at work
a thousand pointless points running thru my head
i wish i could be the farmer
and cut off all those chickens heads
all kissin the bigger mans dick
i'm so tired of being owned
like one of them
so i can spend cash
so i can shit
i'm so sick of playin the victim
cus i saw it on t.v.
she was all alone
just some guy to pull you around with a dog leash
i stared out the window
out of the building
out of my car
and the routine
shakes the glass of water
that is my heart
i hope for some angel to come by
and drink it up
before i spill it all over my shirt
wet blotches that grow cold when you walk
then i'll have to spend the rest of my life explainin
and i'll just say i threw up
NO! I'm tired of all the lies
I don't like hearing what you don't mean
Especially when I say it to you, but I actually mean it
Know, I'm tired of all the lies
Glenna Warned Me
poem by steven shaw
That if I ate a dozen hard boiled eggs I might have excessive flatulence
- I assured her that was not the case with me but maybe she should try some “Beno” if she felt such a desperation. I was on my usual trek to light-rail at a furious gait - after a brisk mile and a half walk I lunged onto a Commuter Express. As I swaggered onto the front of the train a gaggle of legal secretaries piled in behind me ... Glenna's warning came back to haunt me as I faced away from the gathering throng to set my backpack on the floor and tie my shoe... I was bent forward into a three point football stance when the train leaped forward - the resultant stress on my gurgling gut let loose a report like a shot out of a starters pistol ... followed by what seemed like a cross between small canon fire and Motocross dirt bike racing - The women behind me were mortified! Gayly I stood at attention and loudly proclaimed to the smartly dressed woman next to me - "Don't worry Lady I'll tell 'em - I did it!!" then followed by a wry smile, I shouted "Breathe easy Ladies there is plenty to go around!" Their suppressed laughter let loose in full force causing a cascade of skirt raisers that filled the air with tense expectation.
I merrily repaired to the other end of the car to catch my breath - obviously they had not taken Glenna's Warning seriously either!
As I tramped past the stunned passengers who sat “a gassed” - I sternly warned them to observe the no smoking signs.
Emotion With you
Looking into your eye is as breath taking as looking into a sunrise.
Kissing your lips is as moist as eating fresh strawberries on a hot
Holding your hand is like walking threw a field of flowers with
butterflies surrounding me.
Wanting you is like a storm brewing till the right moment with patience.
Being with you is like a rapid river flowing out of control.
Needing you is like a garden of rose needing the rain drop to flow
over there soft petals and leaves to survive.
How forlorn you are
In your digital haze
Forgotten all your vows
In this ethereal maze
The first line and second line, How forlorn you are- In your digital haze- is
saying how lonely, sad, maybe forgotten you are. If you do nothing more than play your games, you get lonely and
socially deprived is what it is saying. In the third and fourth lines, Forgotten all your vows- In this ethereal maze-
it is saying you do nothing more than gaming, and you may have not gotten what you were supposed to get done. It could have been chores, duties, work,
maybe even your cared for your loved ones.
words find their way into my view of the road
words like "spectacle" & "marsupial"
cluttered sentences rudely bump
like irritable concert goers
"was that "insipid"??"
a sentence reaches for the car in front
manhandles the tires, it's metallic petticoat...
inside a freckled boy is sleeping
Rain droplets of "remembered" and "carnivorous"
hold fast to my window, bearing their pearl white teeth
There is something in your smile
That wills me to alter my entire existence
To fit the contours of your mouth.
The Sculptor’s Work
tranquil and frail
clasping your hand
my eyes closing to Norman Rockwell memories
of playgrounds, red wagons,
long walks, kitty cats, homemade everything,
doting, compassion, teaching and love
where pure love
is real and reciprocated
as only a child can know
so hard it is to let go
of my artisan
for the ties that bind are strong
yet you are tired
and I watch
as you drift into your well-earned sleep
still feeling the sculptor’s fingers
on my soul
As I sit upon the garden swing, gazing out across my backyard
I hear high pitched sounds of birds chirping a joyous harmony, their voices subtle yet merciful. The fresh smelling wind is forceful blowing uncontrollably against the soaring pine trees as if an angel swept by touching the green prickly needles on them. The thick emerald grass tickles my toes as I stride amongst it like a father's unshaven face when a hand is rubbed against it. I feel the sun's tender rays upon me warming my body, casting shadows of various objects all shapes and sizes amidst me. I admire the large sapphire sky its greatness overwhelms me. I picture the sky as a ocean so deep and vast. The soft fluffy pillow like clouds as ships sailing amongst it. I see hills of brown in the distance, they are still and beautiful looking like a painting from far away. To view this great and magnificent handiwork and not acknowledge the existence of the creator... Is this pure folly?
Megan Elizabeth Woodhouse
I sit here and sulk
in the corner of my room,
I put down the syringe
as my heart starts to boom;
Another rush completed
and now my body starts to cringe;
More memories deleted
as i shoot up again;
I can no-longer handle it,
am i going insane?
I have another hit,
gotta' kill the pain;
I scream and i shout;
down my cheek rolls a tear;
I am lost in myself,
in anger and in fear;
I can feel my soul burning,
as i take my last look around;
my body collapses
and i fall to the ground.
By: Justin Miller
I feel like I am on fire-
With your love, I Desire.
With the passion we have inside-
For Our Love appears to be blind.
To those who can’t see
Our love is eternity
I thank the Lord for your Grace,
For putting that smile on your face.
With the love we share,
And the passion we hold.
Our love is yet to unfold.
Leaves of Grass II
david st jean
Late at night when
Deep in youth
The darkness to inhale and
The allure of smoke.
Then choking out.
In fear and stealth.
By the bagful
Sweet green lies
Of budding manhood
Spent wreathed in fog.
The Beginning Of The End
A flower for your vanity,
a penny for your thought.
About the worlds insanity,
and how we've gotten lost.
Say a prayer for recognition,
kiss the one's u love.
Gather up the ammunition,
feed the starving dove.
Raise a glass to poverty,
drink a toast to fear.
The beginning of the end has come,
and that's why were all here.
For you never know when the time has come,
to end your life on earth,
because the end might have started,
at the moment of your birth.
Our Hearts Still Beat
Scott Walker Thrift
A million miles an hour you vanish into dust floating on the tips of disaster tasting carbon exhaust and the sounds of the Sevilles Suspension crumbling wastes through the sands between your eyes between your hairs, energy and the shattering of atoms into slow-motion sparkles cr~ack~ling in the east winds carrying our hearts across this weeping green grass misting the tips of our fingers with all the tears we have gathered to hide as proof that our hearts still beat.
Less Of Love
A falling star
In the night
A wish was made
By a lonely sight
In her heart
An empty space
A look of despair
On her face
For she had lost
Her only love
Which God himself
Had sent from above
Stripped of everything
She held dear
What's a world without love?
When all that's left is fear?
And now she's left
With no-one to hold
No-one to love
In this dirty old world
Who will she turn to?
Where will she go?
What's a wish
When there is no hope?
by Jonathan Jones
Such things are easily denied.
Waking where my wet dreams
thrash and tangle in your reedy
pools. Sleep cushioned and stoned
at your side, you stroke my hair
and wish my head were on a spike
or pickled somewhere, in a jar.
My severed neck to keep my
ghost at bay, you'd tickle laughter
from to torture with a needle.
The clock preserves your absence
in this way.
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter,
Brotherhood of man
Thy spirit speaks thy name
as the Great Brown Bear
of darkened caves
Awaken thy heart
beauty surrounds times reality
misty pillow image
of love divine.
Scarred, gnarled hands clasp stone
seeking to sculpt a vision
held by them alone.
magical yellow cat
invaded snarling dog
screaming what custard
I am loving and a strong woman , appreciate me
Not a size two or magazine material , appreciate me.
A mother ,caregiver and a friend cherish me, love me.
I can bring into this world what man can't , that is new life.
A creature of our father in the blue heavens , appreciate me.
I am me in all that I do and say with all my flaws come what may.
I appreciate me for what I am not what others want me to be. Can you?
Smart , witty and wise open arms and bright deep eyes, appreciate me.
Take the time to get to know my soul the contents of character and the kind depth of my personality.
Appreciate me. If you won't I will , I appreciate me ,love being me and want all to see what having a wealthy personality can be.
I see a picture on the wall with many people in it.
I should see everyone,
but I don't.
I can only see you.
You stick out like a single wild flower growing in a dark forest.
A feeling comes over me that I can't explain.
It's like I'm looking at a waterfall.
The beauty is so powerful.
Your smile is like the first song i hear on the radio in the morning.
I can't get it out of my head.
I wonder what it would be like to hold your hand.
To be with you.
Am I dreaming?
But some dreams are best left to be dreams.
And nothing more.
This dream will always stay with me,
until my judgment day.
MANY FACES IN THE WORLD TODAY!!!
BY RAHSHEEN RAYNOD TABORN
TODAY YOU WILL MEET ALL KIND OF PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT DECEDENTS. IN WHICH NO ONE CAN CLAIM TO BE OF ON NATIONALITY. SO WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSE TO DO MARK THEN DOWN AS MUTTS?
OR, ARE WE SUPPOSE TO LABEL THEM AS MIX BREEDS? YOU SEE I DO NOT FEEL ANYONE HAS A CLAIM TO RATIONALIZE THEMSELVES AS BEING A PURE RACE...WHEN OR IF ANY AMERICAN SHAKE THEIR TREE THEY WILL FIND THAT WE ARE DESCENDENTS OF DIFFERENT RACES.
SO, BY BEING PREJUDICE AGAINST A RACE WHICH MEANS TO PREJUDGE ONE RACE BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF ONE SKIN, OR THE WAY ONE TALK, WALK, OR ACT IS WRONG...
EVERYONE SHOULD SIT BACK AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND THAT IN THE BIBLE WE ARE ALL A DESCENDENT OF TWO PEOPLE ADAM AND EVE...GOD CREATED MEN TO BE EQUAL NOT TO PASS JUDGMENT ON OTHERS.
NO ONE IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER EVERYONE SHOULD LOOK TOWARDS THE OTHER FOR UNDERSTANDING NOT HATE.....
Gift of Time
© Brian Hill
In the wasted garden
Which woman or man
Is the better or worse?
In a sweet, black market,
They are borne into contention.
Locked in wedlock
To parent tomorrow's hordes
From innocence to ignorance,
Just as before.
We are born to the hilt,
To the petty weapons of kitchen
A cutlass thrust for desire,
A slice for acquisition.
With a blind parry at circumstance
We fall to combat
Candace Marie Butler
Tell me to stay and I'll never say goodbye;
Tell me you really love me and I'll never lie
Tell me it's okay to cry;
And you'll never ever hear me sigh.
Tell me you'll be there by my side;
and I'll never want to die.
Tell me our love will never end
and I'll never bend
to the cruel world without any love.
Tell me you love me and I'll never leave.
Do not tell me how I hate.
Do not share with me how I don't feel.
There are not enough hour in the day to extinguish all the hurt you cause me.
There are not enough minutes in an hour to speak of how I feel.
There are not enough seconds in a minute to show you all the tears I cry with all your words.
Your words hurt me more than a dagger through my already torn heart.
Your touch burns my scarred skin like the sun on a hot summer day.
Your eyes burn with a glare that scorns my soul.
Love making, no longer exists between us.
The pain is to much for my torn heart.
Memories are all that exist anymore.
Everyday we argue the same argument.
Fight the same fight.
Fear all the same fears,
And cry the same tears.
Telling me that I don't care, hurts.
Telling me that I don't want, kills.
I DO care, and I DO want......YOU.
If you tell me love is non-existent,
I shall turn over and die from everlasting pain.
Why every man continues to hurt,
The lies never end; The tears never stop falling.
The pain lingers forever in my soul.
So as an end....
Do not tell me how I hate.
Do no tell me how I feel.
You do not know me,
I can no longer allow your hurt to pain me any longer.
Pain, Suffering, Tears, Life, Love.....
All cause to why I am....
Chicks Hate Me
Chicks, girls, women
Whatever you think of them as
I think we need that all gone
They mean nothing to me
Just as my as my Donald Duck Pez
They torture with rumors
Of how they love you so
But they really don't
They never have
Since oh so long ago
A friend named David
Helped me see this through
Chicks are just eye candy
That like to hurt
And love to see the pain in you
I know you can't have her
But still I can have a dream
But girls must be better
Show you up, up the ante
Be reigning supreme
You think you know them
You know so little about chicks
It's one of the wonders of the world
You can never have them
With them, it's just being transfixed
Then you think, is it me who hates the chicks
Or the chicks who hate me
Am I too proud to say the truth
Chicks Hate Me
Life is a place of wandering and self-exploration,
Never really understanding the situation.
Reciting the incantation,
And not understanding what we are getting into.
Succeeding in our revelation of life,
Always confusing, like wandering in the pit of night
Searching for that incandescent and coveted light.
Never ceasing in our long journey of deceit and pain,
All it is, is just a horrible game...
I miss your laugh and the ways you kissed
my lips, I miss rubbing your back with just my fingertips.
I miss the way we used to talk late at night,
I miss laying by your side knowing every thing was alright.
I miss hearing your voice calling out my name,
and since you've been gone nothings been the same.
I miss the way you used to smile at me it was different than other guys,
I miss how I only saw kindness in your eyes.
I miss riding in your truck listening to the radio,
just getting lost in the day finding places to go.
But most of all I just miss having you near,
now all I have are memories and unforgotten tears.
the weather, unchanging,
remains the only constant
in my life
with the faces blurred
in and out
going and coming
never knowing who will
and who i will change
i oblige to meet you
with no obligations
yet i find myself
yearning to feel
Mother Nature's portrait
splashed with color and dew.
An exquisite masterpiece
filled with joys of it's painter.
With landscapes a vast,
the pure definition of beauty,
as it oozes from cracks and valleys
of the dark earth.
Seas abroad containing
most unfathomable depths.
Surrounding and penetrating
the very soul of man.
Mother Nature's portrait,
one-thousand years of perfection,
still grows with more beauty
with the stroke of a paint brush
from day to day.
by Christopher Harne
You are Audrey Hepburn,
With dark, sparkling eyes that shine through the holes of a cat mask…
delicate feline, fragile and frail,
where is your home?
I have not seen it, but would like to.
And would it tell me something about you?
And would you be wrapped in a towel when you answered the door,
"Hell's Six Strings"
Travis Ray Cole
Her body fire
the heart of a thousand ghosts
a voice of her own, crying
the secrets, alive
steel lined soul
beneath metal chains
teeth that chew through wasted diamond inlays
onyx crosses wrapped and woven with your hair and mine
soaked in my lost blood
scratched with the truth of life
my pain resonated inside
wire minds echo splitting notes
multiplying octaves, absorbing energies
punching, stomping freely on the dreams
that lustfully stand in the way
Think not of why or what will be,
but look deep inside the soul of your universe
and grasp onto the brightest star
for that is truly where your heart will be the happiest.
Sing to me a French lullaby
Wrap me in your worn-in arms
Make me abandon my personality
And let me be your child again
Hold me against you with knowing comfort
Only you know who I am right now
And let me listen to you breathe
Tell me about your days when I was away
Tell me about the things I missed
I will tell you of my anger and joy
You put me at ease that way
And tell me it's okay
Take me on an amazing journey
That was right outside the door
Let me know it's okay to let go
And show me who you are again
So I'll remember who we are together
Taste the world with me
Act surprised like you've never known it
When you're really just giving it to me
Holding my hand as I grow up and leave you
I will leave
But there will always be a me
And there will always be a you
And there will always be an us, together
How we were is forever
We can retire in the past
To the warm bed and the soft voices
To the journeys and the stories
To the world the way it was
To your worn-in arms and me, the child
When at the end of the day
We can fade away
And you will sing a French lullaby
So here we are again
You and me here now,
Sitting side by side
In the thick dark night.
And love in your smile,
The same thing on my mind.
Your eyes on mine,
I'm screaming inside.
Oh now give me just one,
Just one kiss and fill me up.
Ill be gone
Disappearing into you.
Drinking and filling up.
From every shade of color
From every span of the color
From every walk of life
From every generation
From every faith,
From all types of places
from every nook and cranny
Of every place,
These are the beautiful face
Of God' rainbow shaded
That spins around and around
On this planet
The Journey Of Time
What are we but souls wandering the Earth
Trying to find our way?
Struggling to conquer the challenges
We may face from day to day.
Life is a passage of roads,
A highway of events to unfold.
Trying to get past the crossroads,
Searching for that pot of gold.
The journey of time is perpetual,
It goes on forevermore.
Our lives are constantly shifting,
We don't know what's in store.
As time continues to weave its web,
The years quickly pass by.
So many people penetrating our lives,
Some leaving so quickly, we often wonder why.
Each of us trying to find ourselves,
As we continue to change.
We alone are in control of the lives we lead
That may often rearrange.
The journey of time is forever,
Don't walk it too fast.
Be sure to have a companion
And make each day last.
To love Someone:
When I looked into your eyes the first time I saw you,
I knew that it was love.
Your soft touch,
Your sweet words,
Meant so much to me.
To have you,
To hold you,
And never let go,
I knew in my heart we were meant to be.
The thing I treasure the most is,
The love we both share.
My love is forever,
And it will never end.
To be the one, to share your dreams,
To share the love from our hearts.
I need for you
To love me,
As much as I love you.
BY Larry Ferro
So hard my heart pounds
So close her love.
That knowing gaze penetrates my soul
no place to hide from that.
Laid bare, exposed, self exposed
Lifted high in soaring flight.
So finely tuned that spirits touch,
kissed by love's embrace.
I trust to its custody
all my dreams.
Raw passion tempered
slowed by reality.
Cooled, condensed by practicalities.
Be gone ambition, burning drive.
I will leave only with your love.
"THE SCENT OF THIS MAN"
THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE ONE WHO WEARS
"CREAMY COCONUT" WITH A SPLASH OF" DEBUTANTE"
BLACK DIAMOND A.K.A. JOYCE E. THOMPSON
THE SCENT OF THIS MAN…
LIKE THE TOUCH OF HIS HAND, TURNING ME ON,
THIS SCENT STAYS IN THE SHEETS ON MY BED,
ALL DAY & NIGHT THE THOUGHT OF HIM,
ROLLING AROUND IN MY HEAD,
AT WORK I'M THINKING, I WISH I WERE HOME WITH HIM INSTEAD,
WHILE RUBBING THE TENDERNESS IN MY LEG,
FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE, HOW I CRIED AND SCREAMED FOR MORE,
FEELING HIS BREATH ON MY NECK & BACK,
CAUSING THE CHILLS ON MY SPIN TO REACT,
LOSING ALL MY SENSES,
MELTING WITH LOVE FROM HIS TENDER KISSES,
TO FOCUS AND THINK I'M NOT ABLE,
AS HE KISSES DOWN MY CHEST, STOMACH, AND GOING BELOW MY NAVEL,
DAMN!!! STRUNG OUT IS WHAT I AM…
THE SCENT OF THIS MAN HAS GOT ME OPEN,
MY MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL HYMEN BROKEN,
SMELLING THIS AROUSING SCENT, EVEN WHEN HE'S NOT IN MY PRESENCE, VIBING OFF HIS VERY MASCULINE ESSENCE,
THIS THING THAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER,
JOINING IN THE EARTH'S KARMA FOREVER,
CONNECTED SPIRITUALLY BY THE ACH, TO HIM MY DOOR IS ALWAYS OPEN, FOR HE NEVER HAS TO KNOCK,
THE SCENT OF THIS MAN…
IS SWEET AND STRONG,
I WILL ALWAYS WAIT FOR HIM NO MATTER HOW LONG…
IT TAKES FOR HIM TO COME BACK TO MY BED,
AT NIGHT I PRAY, TO ME BY THE DIVINE HE WILL BE LEAD,
SO I LAY HUGGING MY PILLOW TIGHT,
WISHING IT WAS ME THAT HE WOULD BE HOLDING TONIGHT,
AND THE SWEETEST LOVE THAT A MAN & WOMAN COULD MAKE,
REMEMBERING EVERY PASSIONATE THRUST TO MY WALLS AS HE INFILTRATES,
HE HAS MY HEART IN HIS HANDS, NEVER FORGETTING…
"THE SCENT OF THIS MAN"…UUH, DAMN…YOU FEEL THAT???
I enter my room as she lies asleep
under the covers of my bed.
The sheets are cool against my flesh
tired from the day.
Her warmth and curvatious body warms
my heart and soul.
Her hair has the aroma of the sun
as I lightly kiss her shoulder.
I reach around her with my arm
and draw her close to me.
With my hand, I fill it with
her bountiful womanhood.
In my thoughts of sleep
I am content.
And who will explore
The days of sullen lore
Where stars get numbered
In their deep slumbers
Around outskirts of milky shore.
Building castles with strands of dust
Tracing shadows with outstretched arms
Garlanding planets with rings of advent
Or greeting clouds at your very doorstep.
Touched by some grace of love
Which provoked one to dream or scream
And who will explore or deplore
Shells of mountains or their molten core.
Never knowing what lies ahead,
I try not to think.
I seek the comfort of my bed
and into my dreams I sink.
Dreams of happy childhood memories
along with bad thoughts that haunt me.
In the end I wake like a storm on the open seas,
another day, just let me be.
The companionship of a lady
helps to liven the soul.
Like a spot in the summer that's shady
which helps to console.
No longer will I perspire
from long and empty dreams.
No more childish fears will I acquire.
You are my angel, or as it seems.
You'd be amazed how cold it get's here when it snows. The clouds start rolling inn from the south, and the temperature starts to sink. Blankets do no good in this winter. They feel really bad in summer, and after all this waiting they sit idle, like my shivering hands and feet, cut off by ice spreading in a thing, fine line
from the out of doors, through cracks in the doorway, cracks in the window. February turns to March, April to June, winter never
ceased its grip. The sun rises, but the temperature starts to sink. A once vital, hopeful house has been frozen. It's occupant's sit waiting for a break in the clouds they knew would never come. One flower grows, I could pick it to have in the house, one reminder of summer. Or I can leave it outside, one victim of winter, either way it will die, I realize that sitting on the couch, leaning over a flame, the winter showing no rest, as the temperature starts to sink.
SLUSHY POPSICLE NOGGIN
SIDE STANCE ON ANTICIPATION
OVER GROWING AURA
CORAL REEF TEETH PRESSURE
TURN AROUND REPEATEDLY
OVER AWARE OF WHAT WON’T HAPPEN
IT’S A DIFFICULT WAY TO LIVE
I’M NOT SMART ENOUGH TO BE STUPID
desperation leads the way in all the time you play
you pay a visit to the animal to make a better day
expression lying subtlety and madness making the fantasies
reality decided by the emptiness received
euphoria the enemy is redirecting energies
obscurity consuming all the growth of harmony
insanity, inside the frown, a path toward the breaking ground
a soundness in the middle of the habit crown
to understand the meaning of the seasoning
believing all the reasoning in every single little thing
and spinning in the aftermath, succumbing to the wrath
in all the years of damaging the mental master craft
Toxic neon light blinds money-drunk sycophants
Grooving to a macabre waltz clad in plaid pants
Diseased noise rapes the once virtuous desert air
Tonight the sickening stench of greed is everywhere
Street ravaged boys with pornographic eyes beg for change
A churlish couple from small-town oblivion now feel strange
Vacant unloving girls dance for dollar bills
As beer-laden flesh junkies cheaply get their thrills
One casino down a homeless man drifts into a death slumber
Just as a jackpot hits for some half-dead grandmother
Elvis takes one more drunken couple off to be wed
Deaf to the insistently obscene slots that scream to be fed
The strip is its own vile nightmarish universe
Endlessly feeding on the soulless corn-fed perverse
Gleefully delivering gutter-life degradation
To the material-cannibals with a yen for cultural castration…
you really were different than we were
you said your sentences in phrases that drew pictures
you told your lies with the fragrance in your whispers
so i listened attentively
"its not mine but its a fantasy" she said
"how long were you there?"
thrown back i asked the question "where?"
she said "watching me sleep"
"i could hear you move and i could hear you breathe
i could feel you crawl between the sheets
how fun was molesting my dreams?"
my eyes grew large and i couldn't think
i swallowed once and my eyebrows shrank
quite confused i asked "are you ok?"
she smiled conqueredly
and walked away!!
It’s How You Grew On Me
It’s the essence of your name that I marvel.
And you have grown on to me as I have on to you.
So I live life a little differently now with you in it.
It’s when I walk with your legs-never have I walked so far.
It’s when I spoke through your lips-that it really made more sense than anything I’ve ever said before.
It’s when I hear through your ears- that I hear a language everyone is deaf to except for you and I.
I see through your eyes a whole new world that I’ve been blind to before.
And it’s when I love through your heart- that I love life tenderly.
Blankness in the faces
No comfort in the room
Waiting until forever
For the warmth and springtime bloom
Familiar dark and dullness
Three walls are caving in
Nothing left to do now
But to shatter the delicate skin
Say "death" and "love"
And "What does it all mean?"
Still the silent walls converge on me
Like spiritual machines
Say "sex" and "dreams"
And see what walls will say
Silence painfully perpetuates
The emotionless charade
My heart beats ever faster
As I struggle now to breathe
I know that I must save myself
I know that I must leave
The truth a revelation
For too long I did not see
The final wall of my hellish prison
Was illusory, was me
And as I turned and walked away
That brilliant Friday night
It's been too long to remember
Since I've seen that shining light
As I felt my life return to me
I looked deep into the eyes
Of expression, truth, and openness
And again I was alive
So many times you apologized
You called me and apologized,
For all you have done.
And like always I accepted it’s in the past, its gone.
You called and apologized,
For all you have said.
For the times I felt confused, for the times I felt mislead.
You told me how much you were sorry,
Sorry for the times you made me cry.
And I for gave you but I could never forget, no matter how hard I try.
You told me how you were sorry,
For having me doubt myself.
Always wondering if I was good enough always wondering how you truly felt.
You asked me to forgive you,
For all the pain you put me through.
Not once did you ever appreciate me, and all the things I did for you.
You asked me to forgive you,
For, never letting me see.
Blinding me with your selfish love, not once did I think of me.
So many times you apologized, so many times each day.
And even though I was hurting, I always took you back anyway.
And now its my turn to apologize,
I’m sorry because I’m done.
But I could only have my heart broken into a thousand pieces,
Not a thousand and 1.
loneliness is bliss
TUMBLING, JUMPING, FLEXIBLE
IT IS FUN TO DO
After we leave this wretched hell hole,
will you still be there?
when we set off to seek our dreams,
to find them, do we have to leave?
will we ever meet in the real world?
if not, life will be a scare
will I keep in touch with all I love?
If not I don't deserve to breathe.
Life will be one endless nightmare,
leading to a lonely end.
Will we have to face reality?
If we do, will you still be my friend?
shadow of myself
i am not my brother, i am as different as the shifting winds,
there is no ordinary, no original, no perfect, so don't define me,
i deny any acceptance of what others think of me, because that's
just it, i am me, yet those who step to me and try to correct what
i am are just hitting a brick wall, you are just going to get your
feelings hurt, i am the changing image in the cloud, a puff of
smoke but i'm always there, i make no argument but i will be
heard, do you like what you read or do you love what you hear?
there's no difference all the same to me.
In the dark it is calm
In the dark in is quiet
In the dark I am alone
I am happy in the dark
When the lights are on
I can see people
they can see me
the light shows things,
you don’t wanna see
In the dark they don’t exist.
I like the darkness
there I don’t exist
No sunny days.
She sits alone weeping.
The tears roll down her cheeks.
All around her the world is filled with happy people.
Not a smile or smirk creeps upon her cheek.
The sky is gray to her.
No friends come along to cheer her.
She sits alone weeping.
No sunny days.
Your beautiful sacrifice for me on the cross
Is counted as gain though at first seemed like a loss
You conquered death by rising again
I'm no longer a slave to my treacherous sin
Despite all my hardships, You've helped me to stand
Together, Forever, You and Me, Hand in Hand
HE DIES ALONE.
A MOTHERS SCREAMS ECHO THROUGH THE WIND, A FATHERS DREAMS SHATTERED TO KNOW END.
A SISTER STANDS STILL IN TEARS SHOCKED THAT THE STORIES BEING TOLD WAS ABOUT TO
UNFOLD. THE MOTHER OF THE OTHER PRAYS QUIETLY THAT THE SON SHE KNOWS IS NOT THE DOPE TRIGGERMAN THE NEWS CASTER SHOWS. THE GRAND MOTHER ROCKS BACK AND FORTH MUMBLING FUMBLING KNOWING THAT IT IS HE...NUMBER TWO OF THREE. THE SON, BROTHER FRIEND, MURDERER HIDE AND CRY NOT SURE WHY HIS LIFE CHOICES HAS ALWAYS REMAINED THE SAME VIOLENT AND FULL OF RAGE. HE THINKS OF HIS FATHER WHO LEFT NEVER TO RETURN, THE BROTHER WHO HAS LIFE BEHIND BARS, HIS MOTHER WHO WORKED HARD HAD KNOW TIME TO ENHANCE HIS MIND. HE THINKS OF HIS NANNA WHO TRIED TO SAVE HIS SOUL AND THE BROTHER WHO REFUSES TO TRAVEL THE SAME ROAD. AND SO HE WHO HAS SET TO DESTROY SITS ALONE THOUGHTS OF WHERE HE NOW BELONG GOES UNANSWERED AS HE PULLS THE TRIGGER. NOW HE TOO WILL ONLY BE REMEMBERED AS A COLD MURDERER WITH KNOW SOUL AND HE DIES ALONE.
IN THE DARK...HER BLUE EYES CLOSED...HEART IS BROKEN...BROKEN...
THE RED SKY ABOVE...AS RED AS A GLOVE...IN HER HANDS...CONFUSION...
YES...YES...ITS TRUE...I AM THE MAN IN THE BOX...CRY...CRY...
IN THE DARK...THE BLACKNESS FALLS LIKE RAIN...PAIN...IS THE ENEMY...
SHE REMINDS ME OF...YOU...IN THAT DRESS BLACK AND BLUE...
UNDER THE TREE BY THE BLOOD RED...SEA..STRANGE...WORDS...AND..
BLACK WINGLESS BIRDS...CANNOT FLY...DO NOT CRY...NONSENSE...
ANGRY WORDS...BLACK SILK THREADS...SPIDERS...SPIDERS...SPIDERS...
WITHOUT HEADS...CANNOT SEE...CANNOT FLEE...SO VERY SAD...THE RADIO IS ON FIRE..
IN THE DARK...THIS IS HER HIDING PLACE...NO GRACE BEHIND HER EYES BLUE...
AND SAD...THE TIGER CAT IS...RUNNING...YELLOW...YELLOW EYES...SO SAD...
ARE HER EYES...A SPIDER ON ITS BACK...EIGHT LEGS...SIX EYES...
WHAT IS WRONG...FLESH OF THE PUPPET IN THE RED PLASTIC BOX...A BEAUTIFUL BOX...
DELETE...DO NOT TOUCH ANY PART OF HER...HER BABY...IS...IN THE PLACE ABOVE...
A BIBLE UNDER HER BED...A PICTURE INSIDE...THE ANGEL...LIED...WING ARE COVERED...
WITH...BLOOD...IS IT FROM YOU...IN THE DARK...CANNOT SPEAK...TWIRLING HAIR...
EYES OPEN...THEN CLOSE...I HAVE NO CLUE...WHAT TO..WHAT TO DO...SILK PAGES...
WHITE...PAPER...RED...INK...A KNIFE IN HER...HAND...GENESIS IS THE FIRST...
HER BLUE EYES CLOSED...THE ZEBRA ATE THE EGGS...SIX EYES...AND EIGHT LEGS...
THE SPIDER IS RISING...TO HIS FEET...BLACK...BLACK...FEET...ATTACK THEN WEEP...
full of pain
full of strife
tides go in
tides go out
to all i am silent
though i scream and shout
help i seek
none i find
all that love
days get dark
days get light
still no help
though i cry and fight
yet full of fear
i sit alone
wishing you could hear
the moon takes shape
right before my eyes
i am still somebody
that you despise
from fall to spring
still my life
doesn't mean a thing
its almost too late
when will you see
many sides of death
Death in many ways can be good or bad
Not all times is death sad
When someone is lost by death , people express sorrow
As if there is no tomorrow
But life goes on , and people heal over lost ones
Death sometimes brings people together
Often making life better
Despite the loss of a loved one
Death of an animal can also cause pain
Although it many not be the same
Death of a friend can cause troubles
Usually causing all types of struggles
Death of someone's dream after hard work and dedication
Can cause sadness for them , unable to live up to their expectation
HER SPIRIT SPARKLES LIKE A RAY OF LIGHT, BUT A DARK CLOUD HANGS HEAVY OVER HER HEART
AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN, SHE YEARNS FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE, SO BAD THAT ITS TEARING HER SOUL APART
SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE NEEDS OUT OF LIFE, BUT WHAT SHE WANTS SEEMS TO ELUDE HER SOUL
THE JOY OF SOME ONE TO LOVE, AND THE WARMTH OF SOME ONE TO HOLD A STRENGTH TO PICK HER UP, AT TIMES WHEN SHE IS MOST WEAK
SOME ONE TO SAY THAT IT IS OK, AND BABY YOU CAN DEPEND ON ME AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN, YES IN THIS SHE IS STRONG
BUT ONE THING REMAINS CONSTANT, SHE IS STILL ALONE.
I see change
But can't feel
I remember another life
But it's mine
A child playing
But it's me
The candles grow, they won't stop
Tumbling, uncontrollably I move
Enlightened and sad
But I lose
in the end it matters not who you are
but how long it took you
to make it this far
you scratched and climbed
through glass and thorns
and you always took your time
to make sure you'd make it
to the end
to the end of the line
now u stand at the front of the line
open up your hands
i gave you my heart, which was once rightfully mine
Questions coming from a coffeehouse cook
Thomas J. Guider
Where is life going
Where have we been
What are we doing
It's all just a guess
We live in a generation
Where all the problems
Are at our front door
The land of the lost
Looking for a cure
Trying to stop the pain and the war
Always wondering what it is
We are here to do
And what will it take us
To discover the truth
We all will find out
As we travel down our own road
What lies at the end
In time will be known
What Is Poetry Anyway?
Is it a series of words slammed down a mike,
turning people's heads?
Does it leave you lonely, desperate, crying
in a toilet on Waterman Avenue?
Is it meeting guys, rides in BMW's,
listening to Peter Gabriel?
Is it meeting girls, getting your number
in a black book?
Does it tear words out of your heart,
you never knew you had?
Does it shove words down your throat,
you never knew you could swallow?
Does it leave you screaming with joy,
feet on the ground, head in the sky?
Is it something to write during
Art History at RCC?
Does it offend older people, intimidate
young people, and throw the upper class out?
Is it reserved for eccentrics, oddities,
Is it strings, harmonicas or tribal beats,
syncopating rhythms filling the ear?
Does it create bonds, ties,
and lasting relations?
Is it at a coffeehouse, sweating over
Jack Kerouac at 2 PM?
Does it fill that void in your heart,
the one alcohol and drugs couldn't?
Does it say hi to your mom,
inviting her over for tea and scones?
Is it connecting with one person,
while thirty-seven others ignore?
Is it selling a Britney Spears ticket
for $500 to some teenager in Brentwood?
Now that's poetry.
My life is a poem
Everyday is a new verse
The stars, The fields, the themes...
The way our mind schemes,
The way our dreams seem.
The way the game is played,
The fact that no one stays.
I wait forever it seems,
Though forever is never a date,
And my mind continues to wait,
Until then I have to make the decisions,
Level out my own contradictions,
And I have only few propositions
For all these complications
And as we all head for desecration
We live out our lives
That contain endless amounts of hatred and demise.
I'll seek out what life has to hide,
I'll be the companion in which life confides,
I'll see everything there is to see,
I'll be everything there is to be,
I'll take everything there is to take,
And I'll give everything there is to give.
No longer will I wait for tomorrow,
No longer will I dwell in sorrow,
No longer my ideals will I borrow,
No longer my words shall I swallow.
For I have seen the light,
And now i say goodnight.
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