OPEN MIC
Part Two

Up-dated May 25, 1999


In Beauty

How was I to tell

the small child her life was over?

She was so pale already.

We were laughing & crying

then crying & crying.

& She left with no expression on her face.

But what was I to do?

She never felt it,

That fear before your life is over.

Maybe I was wrong.

Now her life is over

& I cant tell if mine ever started.


Courtney Odom 5/8/99

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ROAMER


And the road becomes my pride

I am stripped of all but pride

So in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied


Gives me all I need


And the earth becomes my throne

Under wandering stars I've grown

By myself but not alone

I ask no one


And with dust in throat to grave

Only knowledge will I save

To this game you stay a slave

I trust no one


Conch upon my stone

My body rests but still I roam

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The secret


I was young and very pure,

someone thought they had to cure.

cure their urges for their own,

took my morals then went home.


I didn't know what to do,

I didn't think Id make it through.

I prayed to God to help me out,

All I got were stupid doubts.


It happened again I couldn't say no,

He kissed my hand and gently let go.

All I felt was cold and alone,

I couldn't hear the golden tone.


The golden tone of the still small voice,

That's when I knew I made a wrong choice.

I'll live that choice for the rest of my life,

I ended it all with a slit of a knife.


-Megan Mills age 16

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Have you ever given up?

You feel your life should be no more

But you are found by someone special

Whose dreams and love flow through to your parched cup

You try once more to live again for some figment of a purpose

You put all effort forth

How easily it all came

No ones efforts could surpass

And then it all went down the drain

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Have you ever

Been in love

with someone

who wasn't there?

Who couldn't hear you

or feel your touch

who doesn't see you

or know you care?

They see someone else

They hear different words

you didn't speak.

It's so unfair.

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A Dipsomaniac's Demise
Robert Bloom


The dipsomaniac, once the distinguished;

Rhetoricia, now struggling;

To comprehend an enigma;

Over a long lost child's annulus.


Reduced to a pusillanmous;

He drinks down his last pint;

This oxymoron of taste;

A bitter-sweet epigrammatic effect.


Anon he will de rigueur, confront;

Hades, the realm of Pluto;

Where he will meet the demon;

Upon the Styx.


He is unknown to hell;

Where the damnations;

Of his prior sins;

Unraveled before his blood shot eyes.


Sempiternal torment and delication;

Engulf his once beating heart;

As he comprehends;

His judgment to be nigh.

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"Listening Passionately to the Waves of Democracy Crash"


Listening...

Passionately, waves climb crystalline coastal shorelines stretching-

Crashing with the sunset smiling upon sandcastles crushed, returning

home, returning to sea, returning again

Listening...


Passively, radio voices whistle bombshells of democracy crashing-

Crushing the evil, the infantile, casting their threats with Hatred for

the Haters, restoring order, restoring democracy, returning home,

returning to see, returning again

Listening, listening...


Passively-to roars of the lions of democracy, crying, blindly yet

boldly in battle-

Crying of the Truth to behold, Returning bombs, Bleeding babies, Boring

Boastful political media stars, Returning home, determined to be,

returning again

Listening to the waves of democracy crash, Listening...

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SILENCE

If silence were all around and no breath taken,

No laughter found. If night was eternal, and day

never broke.

I will love you.

Never knowing tears or whispers from strangers.

Not seeing springtime or pictures of angels,

No holding hands, or tenderly touching fingertips.

I will love you

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Gloom fills the air

I don't care

The world is dull and gray

Nothing's worthwhile

I used to smile

But I think I lost the way

Everything's God

People are so odd

And I just don't understand

My marbles were lost

At Pentecost

And I need a helping hand.

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Tempi Aquae

I hear the footsteps of the clock, walking through the silence.

echoes of time drumming...drumming.

dizzily i follow, drowning deep in the sorrowed wake.

tangented lives whisper by, souls skeletal,

impaled forever on clock face dye.


i hear the gasp of the headland damned

time full spent skulls of sand, bones of stars and the perished land.

the second hand, in manic stride i must preside

forever live or die beside,

out of sync in future's grasp my arm is severed to the past.


asymmetrical i climb i will ambush here at nine

lasso a perfect second, but continuum unreckoned

i lose a leg to the minute hand.

crippled bold i hold at four time can win no more

then the clockspring chimed the hour of cain

the franciscan sang to the silent bird

and i knew no longer pain.


i reached for the slowest hand. my god. it called my name.

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WEEPING WILLOW

WEEPING WILLOW WHY DO YOU CRY ?AND THE WEEPING WILLOW SAID WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES

I CRY FOR YOUR SORROWS I CRY FOR YOUR FEARS I CRY FOR YOUR CRUELNESS TO ONE ANOTHER

AND MOST OF ALL I CRY FOR YOU,

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Friend like you
Megen Mills

I want to dedicate this to my best friend Jamie Kouns. She is always there for me and I hope that we will be friends forever.


Friend like you will make you smile,

Friend like you will laugh a while.

Friend like you will shed a tear,

Friend like you will help with fears.

Friend like you will stay forever,

With a friend like you we'll stick together.

Friend like you there's always fun,

Friend like you there's only one.

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I feel my own life just slipping away

The hourglass sitting there running out of sand

The sand fills my throat

I cannot breathe

I'm drowning quickly in this thing called life

No one can save me

No one can help me

I'm trapped in this hourglass all by myself

Why does this life suddenly feel like a trap?

All I want to do is shatter this glass

Break free from what I know

Who i know

Is this a cry out to you for help?

Only this hourglass' time can tell

The sand is coming high

Time is running out

When will the sand stop from pouring down?

Maybe my time has already run out

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Mrs. America
NOSTRA


My ghetto princess

Living senseless

Relentless...

Best wishes

2 your highness I bare witness

The richness of your skin the finest

Your beauty's timeless

Sickness of your womb

Living life consumed by mental blindness

Your kindness shines on TV screen

Satellite dreams

Men battle like fiends 2 get next 2 U

The best of U rests in machines

Between Porn magazine pages

On world stages you're seen

In the color green

Through unclean streets

Feet of all ages march 4 your Elohim

You're supreme in every aspect

Love looking up your a** crack

At a past that gleams bright

Like orange fluorescent lights on dark nights

4 the price I pledge my allegiance

Blood flowing through raw sewage pipes

2 Men you're like Christ

The mother they'd cry 4

Woman they'd die 4

Pimps always had an eye 4

but could never pimp U

Because U were my whore

4 U men would fight wars

As U kept them down on all fours

Took what was yours

Low key

Plotting society behind closed doors

So many men loved U they had 2 split U into fifty

As 4 me I had plenty

Knew U were always there with me

Never let me go

Had my soul latched on a leash

Whenever we clashed

U were the first one 2 ask 4 the police

Settle the Peace

You're truly a woman

But sometimes the Beast

I love U woman

From West 2 East

But your crimes have 2 cease

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Rough edged pages turn, revealing a strange journey

life leaning forward to give you a hand,

life bending backward to help you realize your mistakes

lessons you may not learn at the time

but later regret that you never thanked the person

who has taught you the lesson of life.


In the beginning you might believe that it's not worth it

to put yourself into so much pain,

when you look back, you just might say

'it was worth it, it took me to where I am now'.


Life we already know, is what we determine it to be

this much is true

life will always be a papercut,

you will always heal.

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OH GREAT KNIGHT, WARRIOR PRINCE,

ON THIS CLOUDY NIGHT TO YOU,

I DO KNEEL DOWN,

AND PRAY THAT YOUR RECEIVE MY PRAY, AND LEAD ME HOME TONIGHT.


OVER YONDER I SEE THE SMOKE,

I FEEL SOME FEAR RISE UP IN MY HEART,

AFRAID TO THINK OF WHAT ME BE,

GUIDE ME HOME TONIGHT.


IN DREAM, UNWILLINGLY, I AWAKE,

CLOUDED AND UNSURE, WHERE I LEFT OFF,

WILL I BE ALL RIGHT?,

GOOD GOD, LEAD ME HOME TONIGHT


BUT IF I CAN NOT FIND MY WAY,

AND I STUCK, LOST IN THIS STRANGE LAND,

TELL MY BELOVED I AM TAKEN CARE OF AND THAT I AM ON MY WAY HOME.

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even after the rain,

under the largest trees

it's still raining

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Injustice presents itself

with

marks upon my flesh


Severity painlessly grasps my soul

and rapes the spirit

within me


Graciously, I offer up my existence

upon a silver platter


As I once again cross the final path

to an unknown era

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Tears


Tears of sorrow and the tears of joy

And the feeling is given within the spirit

For within the heart there is expression

And the time is that which bears witness

For the Joy is manifested in great love

And the sorrow may be good and evil

For the world is the wisdom of our walk

And the tears shall cleanse the heart

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Alone Again


Again

Lonely

Only in my eyes

Never will I find someone to love

Even if I were to give my life to them.

Alone

Gaining

A self-confident love

Inside myself forever

No one take away from me.

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THE ENEMY
Darla Schultz

There is someone,

Waiting in the darkness,

Waiting to strike and to attack,

Someone who wants you to fight them back.

They Lie and they Gossip.

On the outside, they smile at you,

They talk behind your back,

And on the inside, they laugh.

Their little whispers,

and Their circle of friends, get you caught in trouble,

That never ends.

They show you that you can't depend on smiling faces,

Or cool clothes.

But because of that,

They don't see,

That the only ones who can see them,

Are YOU and ME.

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"SCC"
Amanda O.


He told me to reach for the stars

That I could have anyone

Take a handful he said to me

Make all your dreams come true

Be all that you might be

But, when I reached out my hand

It was he I grabbed instead

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Look at the beautiful things

the sun, the stars, the moon, the earth

life

happiness is within

love is around

fullfillment is in your heart

the wind blows, and the clouds move

nature whispers

hearts are broken from mistaken trust

the road has come to an end

shattering victory

undecided

the ground opens beneath you

decisions to be made

full of sins

wanting to be reborn again

falling, falling

STOP

rise again

look at the beautiful things.

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LIFE I THINK IS A TEST TO GET TO HEAVEN.

OTHERWISE THERE WOULDN'T BE SO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING.

IF WE SURVIVE AND STAY GOOD FOR THE MOST PART WE WILL GET TO A BETTER LIFE.

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Waves pull me away from the shore

Every pore of my skin is wide open to breath

the sparkling water

Miles and miles, so light and effortless,

floating


Memories, thoughts, security have left my mind

I'm vulnerable and strong,

feeling and crying miraculous water

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Perfect Moment


Becoming,

Nameless shadows born to light

Unveiled the softness of a silent touch.


A faded glimmer in the purple sky

Unravel distant hills of morning mist.


Resounding sparks unseen of silver bells

Awakened a soft tremor in the heart

Perfected by a lost unknown embrace.


A whisper springing from the depth of night

Unleashed from accidental life, once lost.


Moment untouched by the passing of time.

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Tide


and as I reach

the shoreline,

some forgotten promise

crawls up and

snatches

my lead toe;


leaving me a

heal

with the

know-all

that the sea is just

a belly for the


scut,

scattered, and

not quite

good enough.

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BROKEN...


Silent here a word unspoken.

Gentle like a quiet rain.

Hardly in the mines sweet token.

Does this love live here again?


Kiss hello this great good-morning.

Wine and dine and greet the sun.

All the nightmares and foreboding...

Lost when all the sleep is done.

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COME TOGETHER


YOUNG HEARTS, QUICKLY TURNED TO STONE,

CHILDREN CRY-OUT, NOT WANTING TO BE LEFT ALONE.

THE LOUD CRIES WE PRETEND NOT TO HEAR,

QUICK! SILENCE THOSE KIDS AND LET NO ONE NEAR.

THEN POINT THE BLAME SOME OTHER WAY,

SO EVERYTHING SEEMS FIXED AND OK.

IN A WORLD FILLED WITH WRONGS, BE THE FIRST TO DO RIGHT,

NO TIME TO THINK OF GIVING IN, JUST JOIN THE FIGHT.

LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME, BUT HOW MUCH FARTHER WE MUST GO.

LET'S ALL GET TOGETHER, AND BE MILLIONS STRONG,

AND PROVE TO EACH OTHER, THAT WE CAN ALL GET ALONG.


BY LIZ BENZONI: DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE, LIKE MYSELF, WHO ARE SCARED OF THE VIOLENCE AND WISH TO PUT AN END TO IT, HOPE FOR BRIGHTER DAYS. PEACE

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Speak the truth, open an eye

seems to be the quickest way to die.

Not like a preacher, with righteous words, or a man so holy we elect

the simple man with deeds deep seeded is the one the devil detects.


The normal soul like yours or mine is the one the reaper passes by. He knows the order in which we place our matters. Our visions of merciful works torn to tatters.

If your graceful hand is there to lend, a kind word toward the multitude of men of needy men, then by plane, train, or a bullet you'll find your end. You can just see him grin, the man down below, who never sleeps. For death has no mercy for those that take matter in the plight of the needy, ragged, torn and tattered.

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BROWN EYES


There you are, just standing there.

And your standing there for me.

I look into those big brown eyes,

And wonder how it could be.

Cause I don't what to do,

And I don't know what to say.

But you grab my hand and don't let go,

And I knew you'd never go away.

I hoped this night would never stop.

Never ever end.

So I could always feel this love,

While you held my hand.

And I know the night will pass,

But it never will be gone.

Cause now I have this love for you,

I can always look back upon.


By Jason Wright

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Love and Hate are two different things, forced apart by choice.

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It is your choice! Make the right one.

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Imagination is more important than knowledge.

Knowledge is limited.

Imagination encircles the world.

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Stiff and hard are companions of death.

The tender and the weak are companions of life.

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Fame is a way of identity.

Some have to die before they are identified!

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Time is a fire in which we burn!


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Wonder Where?
Nathan Raymond


You are stained and you keep the complaints coming

You like to be in the light but I hold the switch

My lips move to insanity and my brain to a distant city

Your questions don't need answers just stop talking

Quit attacking everyone and blame yourself

You judge and become a postcard to reality

Mothers running towards a nice home,

and a gun tricked me into believing satan was my telephone

Standing there in disgrace you start to pace

You fall and cry for tomorrow to be white

Your kids are dead and you wonder where they went

Not seeing you were hell bent on the american dream,

well, so it seemed

Never getting it just swallowing the lit of media

You destroy the padded walls of parenthood and stab the doctor with denial

Hard enough? I thought so.

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waiting


waiting for you

my ears scanning the spectrum of city noises

listening for the frequency that will bring you

snapping to attention at the approaching umbrella

bouncing with your step

fixating on the next as the parasol

reveals a black man

from which direction will you come?

my eyes cover both with physicist's precision but then again in vain for

you always seem to appear the moment i look away, give up hope

the shoe through the window startles me and your unexpected embrace - salvation

ten twenty thirty forty cabs pass by, each with vacant lights lit but maybe

they turned the meter off early

ten twenty thirty forty cabs mock me as they slow down for a bump in the street

none of them carrying you

where are you?

not in the embers too quickly approaching the filter

i light another

how many cigarettes must i smoke?

my lungs scream, begging you to come

i listen to the rain

wondering if it will speed or delay your arrival

i see you in everything though you're not there

everywhere and nowhere at the same moment

time loses meaning but becomes all the more important,

the big hand passing each mark i promised i'd stop waiting at,

it's face contorting in a sneer

can you feel the passion of me waiting?

you must know my ears don't hear the music surrounding me,

you must know my eyes can't absorb the print in front of them

for I am with you

asking a stranger for time, tripping on your barstool, fishing for a quarter

my waiting circles your head

my waiting, dandelion seeds, falling into your purse, your cocktail, your hair, your ears, your eyes your mouth


oh, if this focus, every nerve pulsing, every fiber alive in my body,

if this, now, consumed my life i'd own the world

if i could only live like i wait

if i could only love you like i wait for you



Scott Harrison, 1998

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YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE



you may be no mother,

you may be no father,

you may be no scientist,

you may be no doctor,


BUT YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE


you may be no teacher,

you may be no preacher,

you may be no janitor,

you may be no manager,


BUT YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE

and its who you are that makes you

what you are

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Don't Even Ask


or I will have to tell you

that it was the new leaf

still wet on the branch


the scent of mint

being crushed

under our boots


or maybe it was only

the angle of his foot

during the lesnoto


or the way he could leap

in the Ciulandra

as high as his own shoulders


his hand slapping his thigh

the toe of his boot

his eyes never once leaving mine.


or maybe it was merely the wind

lovesick in the tall grass

fingering the violets


or the moon suspended from the willow

a midnight lantern

over the water


the water spilling

over itself. Or maybe

it was the mention of apricots


from Eden, the tartness of lemon

on the tongue, or the slow

languid curve of his handwriting


that undid me.


Copyright: Alinda Dickinson Wasner

5/9/99

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HOMELAND


Alaska, the very core

Of the last untouched frontier.

A wild and snowy land,

Northern lights

Dancing across the sky,

Ponderous polar bears

Shuffling across the ice.


Spectacular landscapes,

Majestic hidden coves.

Scenic wonders of glaciers,

Sliding relentlessly

Into the frigid ocean,

Reaching far below

The wondrous depth of the sea.


Virgin wilderness,

Land of contrasts.

Glaciers and hot springs,

Ice fields and volcanoes,

Barren tundra and old trails,

Trading posts and villages.

Alaska, the apex of my heart.


Eskimo, I am!

-Maryvonne CM Martin Copyrighted

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Arise


there are only so many times

one can fall

before they collapse

maybe we are

all just to blind

to understand

when we have hurt someone enough

it's time to love them

for who they are

and pick them up

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As I sit here listening to songs form our past

stroking the hair on your head as you lay on my thigh

I feel so peaceful and at ease.

A calm overcomes my heart and soul

as I realize there is no other place I would rather be

I lose myself staring at your features

thinking of our times

before

my vision begins to unfocus as I drift into a daydream

I feel you shifting yourself

and see your face turning out of the corner of my eye

I shift my gaze quickly before you can catch me staring

I feel your eyes on me the way my eyes were on you

When I finally look down at you

There's this incredibly infinite moment that only lasts for a second

our eyes lock and we smile at each other coyly

And I know both of us are thinking exactly the same thing at the same time

"I love you"

For VJM

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Baptismal
By Penny Trafton


Running in night meadows,

baptized by the rain.

Running from her sanity,

to the dream weavers train.

Runs from forgiveness,

Runs from what's right.

Swift daughter of Hermes,

runs in the night.

Eyes of dark fire,

Hair is black and long.

Running with commitment,

not frightened by the strong.

Run child run,

run into the night.

Bask in the glory,

the glory of nights light.

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Hello and Goodbye
By L K


The dream has come again it is time to be free

as your hair flows short or long it doesn't matter to me.

At last, peace within, a time when all is boring

Hello my name is dave could you take me under your wing

Keep a steady face it is time to follow through

my breathe is cold against the face of truth.

The last, a sad song, could not be sung to you

Goodbye I am lost and cannot climb out of the blue.

(For a girl)

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Stories


Read the words of wisdom within the thought

And find the spirit within the words to read

For the mind of will is the desire to be written

And the message is that to seen in many ways

For we are the teachers of the world at hand

And our wisdom lies in the mystery of life

Each day that passes is the wisdom learned

And my story is revealed from my heart and soul

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against the wind


flying swiftly through the air's cold breath, the bird wants to give up

but he doesn't because he knows if he keeps going he'll shortly be home


its getting colder as the sun go down for its slumber, the bird flies on for knowing that if keeps flying shortly he'll be home


the rain is falling and the bird is blinded by it, the fatigue is setting in and the bird starts to have doubt, but the bird flies anyway knowing that shortly he'll surely be home


the bird can see in the distance his nest, his home, and with his last ounce of breath the bird flies home

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NOW FACE THE MOON


I read your secret thoughts, your dream,

in the dead leaves floating slow downstream.

In the rain that filled the empty sky

I tasted the tears as they left your eyes.

I felt your regret in the sudden breeze,

how, as it passed, it stirred the trees,

how it drifted away through the smoky light-

I'd felt it before, alone in the night.

You have grown weary from living apart

from the rest of the world with your troubled heart.

When you lost your faith you felt deceived-

but you wish for a time when you still believed.

Now, when hands cannot hide your grief,

when no memory of hope can restore belief-

in the shadows that are fleeing fast,

turn, now face the moon, and face the truth at last.

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Please let's save our children

for it is obvious that something is wrong

too many children have already been taken

so many are dead and gone

we must keep searching for the answer

to solve the problem at hand

for we cannot continue to ignore

that violence is sweeping our land

how many more children have to die

just for simply attending school

yes it is time that we change our policies

and enforce all the guidelines and rules

can you remember when you were a child

and how school was always so much fun

but now our children must live in fear

from another student carrying a gun

we have to stop all of the violence

that is occurring in our schools today

we must make our schools safe for our children

a place they can go to learn and play

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THE CARDBOARD BOX


Two lids, a wooden spoon, and a cardboard box.

Not much to look at, and of no redeeming value,

But it's all a child needs to make his day.

He'll bang the lids like cymbals

And waive the spoon like he's leading a parade,

But it's the cardboard box he'll treasure as his instrument of play.


He may have a doll or teddy bear he'll drag along the way,

But when it comes to pleasure,

The cardboard box stands against the fray.

He'll climb in and out - hide under and crawl over -

And play peek-a -boo from behind -

And for a drum, he'll use the cardboard box all day.


As he grows, the box grows with him

To become his fort, his house, his bunker, his sleigh.

Or just a quiet shelter for him and puppy in which to lay.

So as you pick up the pieces of his childhood to set them safely away

Remember to shelter them well

In the cardboard box in which he was want

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I had a friend, his name was Tim

I played and laid in the sun with him

We walked through the woods and played checkers all day


My life was everything to me

As peaceful and perfect as can be

Then I moved away from Tim

Not knowing I would never see him


Then I found, all around

Were signs telling me,

I would never see,

Timothy-again


I had a friend, his name was Tim

I miss him

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i kant take it itz over

lay me in a street so i get hit by a land rover

feed me 2 a dog named rover

i need a wish, wheres a 4 leaf clover

most of my teens i been stuck high

got me zonin so much i think i kan fly

hate lyfe so much i wanna die

get so pissed off i gettin cry

hit tha street n dry my eye

gotta act hard like a big guy

kant be shy

gotta live life in a big disgize

makin people think im liven wise

but they dont realize

that itz myself i idalize

so dont take it by surprised

if u hear im dead by sun rise

yellin all this gave me a head ache

give me a bottle of midal in my mouth n shake

got me tremblin 2 tha ground like an earthquake

look out im bout 2 fall

dont want my legs

so pass me a saw

cut um off n watch me crawl

if this aint wha u kall raw

hope on tha phone n make a call

2 dr.kovorkain

make an appointment 4 me causei dont wanna live agian

that was my story but now tha end

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for a memory:

maybe there's a reason

but i dont think there is

my tears fall in may

do yours fall at all?

or are you dry

like my skin feels

after a scalding hot shower

to wash the pain away

in another life i was the rain

that flooded your world

and you haven't forgiven me, have you?

so i'm soaked with rain & tears

and you're dry like the summer heat

haven't we both

suffered enough?

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TO MY CHILD...HER SON!


ROCK-A-BYE BABY I GIVE YOU TO THEE,

TO LOVE AND TO GUIDE YOU, TO HOLD AND TO NEED.

SHE'LL HOLD YOU AND COMFORT YOU....SHE KNOWS WHEN IT'S RIGHT, IF EVEN AT TIMES YOU PUT UP A FIGHT!

YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW NOW, THAT I DID WHAT I DID, TO KEEP YOU FROM HARM SO YOUR LIFE COULD BEGIN!

REMEMBER THIS ALWAYS THOUGH STRANGERS ARE WE, DOWN DEEP IN MY HEART THE MEMORY WILL BE.....

THE DAY THAT I KISSED YOU AND GAVE YOU TO THEE!!

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VooDoo Phoenix


Native tom toms,

Set the rhythm.

Smooth and angular,

Her body moves

Like a mercury snake,

And just as toxic.


She is high priestess.

Boiling my fluids,

Concatenating,

Essential elements,

With her own heat.

Demanding her gods,

Take from me,

To fill her cauldron,


I am but one more sacrifice,

To her frantic metamorphosis,

Toward mortal animation.

Corporeal at my expense,

Boiling forth from her alembic,

The Voodoo Phoenix rises.

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Whispering Hello
Mars


I see your private name and signal,

Whispering to you from my distance,

Different lives dovetailing at the electronic level,

Seeking our equilibrium of together and apart,

My wish is not to intrude, but still I call to you,

Whispering Hello, from under the same roof.

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Silly Girls
- by Jennie-

Blowing things out of proportion- over analyzing to death- us girls unlike those silly boys- look for words behind each breath- They tell us we look good today- does that mean yesterday we didn't?- behind each word they say to us- we find meanings that are hidden- don't think we're dumb, we know what's up- just sometimes we want to believe- that your our knights in shining armor- it's an idea boys can't conceive- Don't cnvince yourselves you love them- it's merely infatuation- no matter what they say to you- it's only manipulation- If you try your very hardest- you'll see thy lie straight to your face- the second they know they have you- they're gone with out leaving a trace- One night they'll promise they love you- treating you with all of their charm- you only see with your heart now- be careful, for soon will come harm- next thing you know they're talking crap- at this time they're done with you- opening of doors has stopped now- They've now moved on to someone new- Your heart's completely broken now- silly girls you knew that's what you'd get- so don't bother wasting your time with them- those little boys just ain't worth s***.

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Dance

My Eliza

The eyes dance with you

Seeing, never knowing

Never showing, being


Going, fleeing never

My Eliza

The music stops for you

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Time


Another day passes within the wind of time

For we take each day for what it may give

And with the breath of air we are refreshed

For what is our dream for the visions seen

And where is our place in the world so vast

For we were born into the destiny to be given

And our walk of life is measured within time

For tomorrow will be the new dawn to see

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I can't believe you're leaving me

I thought forever you would stay

I know I'll never forget you

And I'll never be the same


You brought the light into my heart

To see the good in me

I never knew how strong I was

But somehow you could see


I promise to remember you

The little things you did

I'll never forget your hopes and dreams

Or the sweet words that you said


I promise to meet you

When my time is done

So please do not forget me

I will get there when I can


I hope you know how much I care

Though it went unsaid

You are the one I love

Terry and Emily together till the end

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Thoughts in the Park
John Cordiano


Sittin' in the park, watchin' all the people. Class starts at 1:15 so I got time. What to do with the time but

sit and watch. So much different, not the suburbs. Wish I had some friends to chill with. Homeless

sleeping next to me, pretty girls getting' some sun. It's beautiful out. Wish I had a watch. So many wishes

not fulfilled. I wrote about loneliness and love last night and that song remains the same. All this beauty

and no appreciation. Fence around the arch, caution in the fountain. A man is playing guitar on the far

side. I can barely hear the delicate song as it compliments the leaves on the tree and the sun is beating on

my neck. Dogs are barking in the distance and one skater is teaching 180 to another. Can the girl dance or

is it just a fad. A fad like the green hairs on her head that I've seen for so long. Years of this fad

contradicts it's own word. I scan the people and one girl catches my eye just as I catch hers. Hers was just

a glance with nothing more to it. How can so many people be in the same spot and not make friendly eye

contact. Sometimes it's scary but other times it's just life. Right now it's interesting. Drugs being sold

and lessons being learned, as I sit here the world turns and time goes on. Am I that non-consequential.

Alone I am; but as the world we are not.... or are we? Such a big place with so many people and yet

somehow there's so little to do. I guess sittin' in the park and watchin' all the people is enough...

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FALLEN


you fell back in

you cannot say your innocent

when i know where you've been

fallen

you've fallen once again

yoiu fell for a drag

and i fell for you

fallen fast

fallen down

fallen in a sea

where you know you'll drown

fallen

hear the wind between us?

it's because you fell

i can't go on like this

a straight shot to hell.

fallen

you've fallen back into

fallen... you fell for a drag

and i fell for you.

TO MY BELOVED BOYFRIEND.

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love is the best involvement of the mind,

it is the best thing that could happen you once you find,

that special person who into your life came,

and brought to you al the best loving yet

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Cardinal Sin
Nicole S. Porter


Among my gnarled apple trees

That groan so slightly in the breeze

There dwells a truly distinguished fellow

With sharpened wit and manners mellow

And a mien that will always please


Coal eyes sparkling with depth

Crimson breast heaving with every breath

Patrician beak seemingly curved in a smile

That causes me to ponder for a while

If a nobler creature be found afore death


It would seem to be a grievous sin

To let this feathered friend come in

Out of the light and into the dark

Of civilization - there is a lark!

For it would spoil his life within


So I admire his majesty

From my wrought-iron balcony

Knowing that he lives a freer life than I

Who must bear mortal trappings until I die

Wishing for wings to soar as he

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The man In The Coffee Shop That Ignored Me

I was sitting in a coffee shop one day reading a book. Then the most beautiful man walked in. He sat down at the table in front of me. He opened the Sunday paper and started to read. I stared for what seemed to be forever. He never looked up at me. He had soft brown hair and bright green eyes. There was something about him that was captivating. So I sat there sipping my coffee and admiring this creature that was like no one I had ever seen. He never once looked at me, his eyes never wondered. The waitress came over to ask him his pleasure. He casually ordered his cappuccino and touched the waitresses arm gently in a joke. I was amazed with the way this man carried himself. He got up and moved towards the bathroom. I watched the way he walked. His strides were memorizing. He always ignored my eyes. I tried to make eye contact but he wouldn't cooperate. The stunning man I saw sitting at the coffee shop had absolutely no interest in me. As for my own feelings, I couldn't forget him. I never will, everything about him was perfect. He was the perfect man. Words can not even do him justice. I can't get over the way his sparkly green eyes lit up in the dim light of the coffee shop. Every now and then he would run his masculine hands threw his shoulder length hair. No matter how many times he did this, it would always make me grin. Then out of the blue it started to rain. He took out an umbrella and walked out of the shop. I just smiled to myself and went back to reading my book.

Wondering if I will ever see the man in the coffee shop again.

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I'm free, I'm free, I'm free
Alocasia Ellison


My heart beats to the rhythm

of this music

The sounds that cast my spirit aside

drowning me

Then the ringing takes over

I'm free, I'm free, I'm free

Choking on my own thoughts

so I set my spirit free

as not to let it be bound

by what's continuously haunting me

Float away

Leave this needy flesh

When these castles and ships have crumbled

and left my mind to rest

My body shall be weightless

And I know, my spirit

that you will come back to me

But, until I've bid these worries goodbye,

Be Free, Be Free, Be Free!

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The morning mist dances playfully against the soul of the earth

And I awake to you my love

Here you are

Lying close to me

Faraway in a dream

And I kiss you

Whispering sweet words of passion into you

The intensity of your love makes me strong

Almost as strong

As my desire to touch you

To fall into you

To be lost in you

Something in your eyes captured my soul

And I am eternally drawn to you

And you are inside me

Only the draining of my veins will get you out of me

Mere words cannot define the depths of my love for you

Nobody

Not even poets can measure how much the heart can hold

You took my hand and led me to a staircase to the stars

Still

I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight

Each time I see your face

I shall love you now and forever

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slowly we look in 2 the darkness 2 C that what we really want is gone 4 ever

what R we 2 look forward 2 now

C yourself in the darkness and look 4 what is gone

if your eyes R closed wide enough

U may find that what U have been looking 4 wasn't what U have anticipated

and that U R stuck in a place where U do not belong

LOST

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Sitting here, my heart aches for you... it aches

There's nothing I can do or say

Nothing I can hint at or imply

I want to scream at you, but my hopes

my dreams

my fears

choke me

You choke me

i can't breathe

your face dances in the shadows

and if I could just touch that knee next to mine

we'd connect

do i own a hand?

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MAYBE
Scott Cusson


Maybe i'll leave you, maybe i'll stay another day

Maybe i'll write to you, my life has changed in many ways

Time to forget you, time to get in all the days...that you left me in

Time to forget it any ways


Time to say no to, she has fallen all the way

till the bridge ends, she just can't live another day

i'm by her side now, the reasons why i can't explain

she has my heart now, and now my soul is lost in pain

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As I use to sit and dwell

Upon a guy I loved so well

He came and stole my heart from me

Now he's gone and set it free

Mother came home late one night

And looked for me from left to right

Finally down the stairs she broke

To find me hanging from a rope

Oh daughter dear

What have you done

You've killed yourself over someone else's son

On my dresser she found a note

Dig my grave

Dig it deep

Marble stone from head to feet

On the top put a dove

So everyone knows

That I died for love

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My heart is very heavy today, I watch as dreams are shot away. To the students at Columbine, my heart goes out to you. To the parents of the shooters,three words...shame on you! How could you possibly not have know what you children were up to? When book and pipes, and sawed off guns were there in front of you? I realize you're feeling pain over the loss of your two sons, but I can't help but feel that, in a sense, YOU held those guns! You should have seen the trouble in your teenage childrens' eyes, I'll bet in retrospect you've found, this was no big surprise! But "should have's" just don't help much when so many lives have ended, so senseless, so preventable, if you'd only been attentive! This calculated trust of anger, jealousy and rage, has broken the hearts of those that survived, to re-live everyday! But, what about those still alive RELATED to the one's that died? The Mothers who gave birth to them, their love so unconditional... the Fathers who taught them right from wrong, and went to their recitals... the siblings who looked up to them and secretly adored them? For them, this life so longer holds the meaning that it once did...all because of two lost souls.. please parents...TALK TO YOUR KIDS! May God be with the families, and may he ease their pain so that we may take a stand and prove... they did NOT die in vein. To Rachel and the others, we will miss your smiles and hugs, and yet we know you truly are..."TEEN ANGELS" UP ABOVE!

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NIKKI-


Her name like poetry,

Her name is Nikki Lee.


When what with Columbine,

My spirit did resign.


She was there for me then,

As she always has been.


When she is there for me,

My heart is filled with glee.


She has helped me so much,

By becoming my crutch.


She is the one for me,

I just hope she will see.


My hope for me and her-

together forever.


And I hope she will see,

What she means to me.


And I hope she will concur,

When I say I love her.


We've not met in person,

It's a phenomenon.


How I can feel for her,

A love like no other.


I love you, Nikki Lee,

As I hope you do me.


So down on bended knee,

I say "will you marry me?"


Probably not today,

Not tomorrow, but hey.


I will hope and I'll pray,

That you'll wed me, someday.


(written by Eric in Colorado for Nikki in Arizona)

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"holes"

I feel the wind changing

Upon my beaten soul,

I wrestle with the reality,

Of being a tormented child

As my turned back misfaces you

Your burning eyes deceive upon me,

Your guilty conscience haunts the tips of my fingers

I feel your kisses extend upon my tongue

I feel hopelessly dead,

where no one is around to cure me,

where my hopeless life crucifies my head,

my deepest emotions are aroused.

The war is unbearable

I see your black shadow in the midst of the night,

Coming forth at me,

Grudging my throat against the illegal kiss in the midnight hour

I'm not insane,

just a confused soul,

just a child in pure daylight.

Your world is killing me,

Your world is killing me,

The hole inside of your heart is me

Glancing one last look that made you snap

I know you want me dead,

I know my face reminds you of a dead star

I've been told too much that you'll screw me until you find someone better

Just go ahead and use me as your bitch

You could put me to sleep for your such a bore,

Will you die for me when your high?

Or will you just go ahead screw me until you find someone better?

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