OPEN MIC ARCHIVE
Up-dated February 2, 2003

 

I KEEP TO THE PINES
      by mark denton
 
   i keep to the pines
   the coastal plains
   sticky drowsy summers
   a tropic of rain
   i stay off the road
   a primitive hive
   mudcrack motif
   it's where i reside
 
   i keep to myself
   except for the cats
   sprightly little fellas
   in dire contrast
   i cling to a dream
   a patched-up spine
   it's a bible for me
   i keep to the pine

~*~

TALONS OF AGE
(for B.C.)
Elbert Pruitt (aka Thayne)
 
In the sixties he was probably
a hippie, but the small sea
of auburn hair parted
and widened long ago
as if to make room
for decades of poems
and people trekking beneath
his sun-spotted dome
to gather 'round the great
cowlicked cauldron of memory
from which he reads today,
turning phrases in the air
and ears of his audience.

Years of writing and maybe
a cigarette or two have left
lines around his eyes,
etchings of a good life,
the smiles and sunny squints,
perhaps now paths for tears
at the wake of a fallen friend;
each day leaves its mark
as the talons of age pluck
and hold him like a kicking rabbit
high above earth's bluish curve,
but who knew what a
wild, revealing ride
a rabbit's life could be.

~*~

Poetry
by John Romstadt
 
You read before you
the words I write.
See before you
my soul,
spinning
on the waves of thought,
painting
memories of time.

~*~

NEW YEAR
© Mohammad Badri

New year is arriving once again . . . 
Spirits are rising once again
Globe is glowing once again
Rainbow is glaring once again
New century is taking a new path
Third step forward zooming once again
Love is the prominent site of the year
Resolution for mankind once again
Healing is ensued in new season
Within sanctifying minds once again
Life rises from death not to forget
Confers eyes for blind once again
Messiah pledges countless miracles
Never meant to recede holly blessings
Human heart is designed so delightfully
Free from annoy of hatred once again
Hate is an acute plague awareness needed
Abolishes merit heart away from heaven
Loving and caring are angelic behaves
Asking for compassion once again
Be watchful of the traps within politics
Time to strengthen our righteous believe once again
Through these solemn days begging for mercy
Conveys health and success once again
May accommodates a happier new year for all
Glorifies the essence of humanity once again . .

~*~

The Anguish of Parting.
Peter Kruys.
Oh, Fate! Should I not curse they name?
Be haunted by a nameless shame!
A mindless deed that you should sever
Me from my only Love forever!
 
In my tortured mind an unending plea:
Whoever did make her, restore her to me!
Yet I must subject my heart to my will,
So I can relive all my memories still.
 
I yearn for those nights when my passion warmed
That supplicant body, so perfectly formed.
All of her aspect, a stirring reflection
Of what I adored: sublime perfection.
 
Those limpid eyes neigh unearthly could shine
Unwavering locking themselves onto mine
With a wordless, profound communion and there
Could be no secrets, my soul would lay bare.
 
Tears of pain and anger rise steeply,
I ceaselessly  weep for the one loved so deeply.
I find no solace  wherever  I seek.
(she was made of vinyl and she sprung a leak).

~*~
SEMANTIC PUDDLE DUCK
 by John Conley                             
                         
                          I have puddles on my mind today.
                          Ancient puddles,
                          Childhood puddles,
                          Clearmuddyplayingforhoursin puddles.
                          Such vastness,
                          Such puddleness.

~*~

Gave a run
Naresh Sonee -
 
Once on road Mr. Naresh Sonee was furiously acting funny,
On to get hold of  somebody, he was continuously running,
 
People stopped him, and asked - “ Why the hell you are so urgently running ? ”,
"To catch hold the former runner, who was trying hard to escape  and dodging",
 
Naresh Sonee was asked by  peoples, Some on by  crossers-n-passer,
“Is the one to whom after, you are running robber else  murderer ?”,
 
“Had he fingered or flirt  your wife, sister, daughter, or kidnap your child, either ?
Naresh Sonee replied  running in haste, “ No,  He is not any , but a cheater ",
 
The onlookers demanded  “Had  the former runner  cheated some dollars or coin?
Naresh Sonee replied, “ No, I have listened to all of his poems , he is not listening mine”

~*~

  
Unseen Angels
Alicia K. Kludo
Sometimes we see them,
Most times we don't.
 
They are on every street corner,
In every church, and every home.
 
One can see them in the eyes of a child.
And those who tend to be meek and mild.
 
They pass out food for the hungry and poor.
The mend broken hearts, not asking what for.
 
Isn't strange that in our lives,
We don't see these angels
Until the dire need arrives?
 
Yet, they continue on unnoticed,
Always working very hard,
Loving, helping, accepting who we are.
 
Waiting for us to finally see,
That there's more to life
Than our own greed.
 
Waiting for us, like them,
To become unseen.

~*~

HOW TO DO?
 J.VIJAYAN

  How to wash the milk
   just got from the cow...?
 
  How to scent the jasmine
   just flowered from the bud...?
 
  How to salt the sea
   just wets me by cool touch...?
 
  How to water the cloud
   just about to pour rain...?
 
  How to name the girl
   just born my first baby...!

~*~

Spanish
C.J. Mulherin
Spanish is where all the sudden disappears and goes to vanish
Spanish tells you if you are good enough to say something that to you really has no             
         meaning at all.
Spanish is blurb verb all kids sit on the curb or noun clown all kids go into town
         with a frown.
Spanish is where you think from your hair to your skull to your brain to your mouth until
         all the right words come out.
Spanish is where you learn verbs nouns pronouns adjectives conjunctions adverbs
         interjections and other boring things until your teacher tries to tell you it is fun
         but your friends say its bad and you don’t know if you like it or not and you are
         confused.
Spanish is the subject you don’t really need in your life but I have to take it because it is
         required and I don’t like that but I have to because fuller requires that and I don’t    
         think that is fair.
If you have one verb and one noun and one of them is bad and one of them is good and
         you have to conjugate one and a spanish person has to conjugate one and there's is
         right and yours is wrong but your sure your is right . How do you know whos is
         right if you found out they don’t speak spanish and yours is really wrong.

~*~

Dream Land
Ashley M.
     There once was a man who lived in a land that was so perfect it couldn't be real. He swam with seals and bright shining eels. He chased multicolored butterflies and I still don't know why I can't go there until I close my eyes.

~*~

My Cup of Tea
George Langley
I poured myself a cup of tea
and started to take a sip
That's when the pain hit suddenly
in my eye and in my lip

I yelled to get my wife to help
for I knew my life was up
That's when she said," My Dear,"
"Next time, take your spoon out of
your cup."
~*~
I AM SPECIAL
Troy Edison Tiu Yaw    
I have confidence in my ways
Success is what I see in my days
Courage is not what I lack
When I get old, I'll have hope when I look back.
 
My style is what people adore
I'll gain entry when I knock on opportunity's door
Many envy me for who I am & for what I can do
I am special & everyone could testify it's true!
 

~*~  

Poems
Samir Nagar
So hard as we try,
Many cannot get by.
For poems not everyone likes,
Everyone likes skateboards or their bikes
As you can see I’m trying to write a poem,
You’ll see I’ll show ‘em!

 

~*~  

                      PRECEPT

                            By B.J. Henry
 
Should I douse your eyes with ink's venom?
Deep, dark it invades the paper's porous surface
and denies me- nothing.
 
The wind, at once random, sweeping along tangibles,
hidden between
white spaces, dries the madness pure.
 
Day is night and snow is rain.
24\7            Winter\Spring
Study     Molecular   Structure
Specify   Metathesis   System
 
Certain precepts bathe;
                    First, the past, a field
                           plowed   abandoned.
                    Second, the future, wind
                           incessant   impervious
 
I have this, the now, and I will walk with it awhile

~*~

Changes
Frankie Martino
Should I break this grasp of hands
While one walks out the door
I know I have lost everything
I will not see him anymore
 
Days go by I grasp it still
While sorrow creeps inside
Some one to look up to
While I watch the family cry
 
I look outside my window
Where the sun lies hope and glaring
Now I start to smile
‘cause I find that he is staring
 
I take a look
Then blink my eyes
To find he has come back
To who he once despised
 
His eyes are sore
Did all he can
I hold this grasp of hands
To look into the eyes of a truly changed man

~*~

Crossing the line
T.F.Sproston
You are like me
Perhaps my darker side
My soul goes on bleeding though
Should I swallow my pride
 
Should I face myself
Should I brace myself for your touch
Should I erase myself
As it could all be too much
I could be too much for myself
 
So hanging I am
Hanging around in these dreams
I'm flying in circles
With my feet still on the ground it seems
 
Dark temptress I fear you
Or is it me I fear
Voice from the sky where are you
My thoughts are not enough
 
If i fly with you will we ever land
Should we fly for a while
Is it safe, Will there be buzzards

~*~

OKLAHOMA

Amanda Radaker
Clouds of mystery,
So close you can touch,
Yet so far out of my reach,
Lands stretching as far as the eye can see,
Covered with hope and lost dreams,
The smell of love perfumes the air and embraces new life,
Forever I would lay in the fields that touch th horizon with a golden brilliance,
The air filled with songs of old times,
Of faith renewed.
~*~
 

The Sun
Mike McDonald   

 

                                  Hot, Fiery
                          Ignites, Brightens, Working
                     Awakening, Relaxing, Delightful, Warming
                               A Ball of Fire             

~*~

leaf small rough crackling changing falling colorful weak harmless seasonal tree

robert sampaio

~*~

THE LIGHT
PP.

 

It's almost like your shy when you arrive scorching through the curtains with the year´s first light.
There ought to be no shyness for some one with your powers and your might.
You give life to the nature and those minuscule creatures that inhabit this sphere.
I give my gratitude to you for all of the astonishing beaty and the existing things here.
This little civilization is relying on the glow from your magnificent shaft of light.
I have no way of showing my appreciation to you, but the human kind needs you and one way or another i hope you win the fight.

~*~
It Doesn’t Matter
By:  Amanda Johnson

I don’t care if you’re rich or poor,
I don’t care if you’re younger than thirty-four.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re white or black,
I don’t care if you’re name is Jack.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re smart or dumb,
I don’t care if you’re a lowlife bum.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re tall or short,
I don’t care if you have pimples and warts.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re a girl or guy,
I don’t care if you’re afraid to die.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re skinny or fat,
I don’t care if you prefer dogs to cats.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you like rap or rock,
I don’t care if you’re a big sports jock.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re weak or strong, healthy or sick.
I don’t care if you’re a mom, or a dad, brunette or blonde.
It doesn’t matter to me.
 
I don’t care if you’re always afraid,
I don’t care because I am AIDS.
 

~*~

Game that has no name

Katie Ottman
A room of mirrors
A never ending maze
The story of my life, unsung
In an ever thickening haze
 
Teardrops of a broken heart
Fall upon the floor
Like my dreams ripping apart
A lost cause never to be anything more
 
A room of mirrors
Just one picture all the same
A reflection of the long lost past
And a game the has no name

~*~

THE  GAME   
Jordyn Fajkus
The game has just begun
You roll the dice
I roll the dice. You get to go again,
while I go back two steps
You get to buy a piece of property,
while I pay for stopping on it
You go around twice,
while I'm locked up in jail
You stop to visit What, no roses?
Your game is just about to end,
while I'm still trying to
catch up
You roll the dice once more,
There you hit the jackpot!
I roll the dice once more, I end
up in jail. Your game is over
But what about mine? You say let's go
again I say fine. You roll the dice
I roll the dice, I get to go again,
Looks like my game has just begun

~*~

Meditational Healing
By Bobby Stamen
Misunderstood, is a quiet human being with an
Enthusiastic, patient and open mind
Detached to the living, allowing freedom to exist in all.
Internally focused, a wild and vivid imagination
Travelling everywhere is highlighted in a day.
Accessing the higher-self with
Thought provoking visions
Insights beyond belief, communicating
On a loving level, observing
No more hidden lies, seeing the truth that
Always seems to fly, still only a distant
Language, oblivious to many.
 
Helping the mystery enlighten memories, lives and
All blessings in disguise
Learning that the soul fears nothing and our
Hearts feel everything
Network of friends so
Grateful to God for
Sharing the shadows of life.

~*~
 
MOONLIGHT
by Johnny Tate
 
speak of gods and fortunes told
and send me to the stars
cast not a shadow upon my brow,
but hold me up to the light of Neptune.
 
cosmic rays of dust send forth your
message of understanding.
Teach me Great Thinker,
rise from the grave to show
truths purity and perfection.
 
cease the struggle of this
feeble mind's pondering
answer the question of a million sleepless nights
and all will be forgiven
 
once again will you have my favor
and i will dance in the sky of your moonlit night
delighting in the madness created.

~*~

THE EMPTY CONVENT
L.Svensson
Long passages lead to sacred places
Where once, silently, nuns tiptoed.
Heads bowed, they knelt,
As prayerfully they worshipped,
Stained glass windows
Surrounding them with beautiful
Rainbows of light.
Their faces shone and their
Voices echoed songs of the heart.
 
Now...the quiet footsteps have gone,
And walls, keeping their secrets,
No longer echo the sound of voices.
Sadly, magnificent windows
Are left to tell their stories
To none but dust-covered statues,
Who silently pray...

~*~

I've witnessed
white rocks and powder dreams
children left in rooms unsupervised
laughter fills the rooms
choking the smoke
that floods out from
the cracks in the doorway
 
Bloody noses wake them
in the middle of the
restless nights
 
Powder dreams turning into
red
liquid nightmares
 
white rocks into
blackened
tar messes
at the bottom
of a bowl
 
Laughter reverses to screams
still choking the smoke
that creeps from the
red lit rooms
doorways cracks
 
dreams to nightmares
money to drugs
children to dopies
and again the cycle starts!

April Perigen 

~*~

Liberty Bell
sam dicks
Listen, my children, and I shall tell
Of the story of the Liberty Bell.
It rang and rang,
Through night and day
Even through dismay.
Through thick and thin
It survived the melting point of tin.
Soldiers fought
To their death
To save the Liberty Bell.
Forever shall it be
The Son of Liberty.

~*~

Jabberwocky
Hannah Cohen
It was singing, the quick bird
Did sway and creak in the wind
All quiet were the borgroves
And the mome raths didn’t care
 
Watch the Jabberwocky, son
Sharp jaws and scratching claws
Watch the Jubjub bird
The furious bandersnatch
 
He took his mighty sword
He looked for his enemy
He took a break at a tree
And thought
 
And as he was dozing off
The Jabberwocky, with red eyes
Came through the trees
And was making loud noises
 
Slash! Slash!
The mighty sword went clunk
He left the corpse, and took the head
He went stumbling back

Have you slain the Jabberwocky
Hug me, son
Hallelujah!
He laughed out of happiness

~*~

Happiness comes and goes only to have no hold
Death flies behind with wings apart
Ready to tear at your heart
Anger consumes itself without restrain
Only to feel the warmth of flames
Light of night that shines
Burn me silly and let me die
Halt this madness
Or let it be
Let me just cry with tears of misery.

by Red Quach

~*~

BLACK WOMEN
BRANDON C. KING 
 THE STRENGTH GOD GIVES TO YOU IS WHAT EMPOWERS BLACK MEN, IF ADAM NEVER RECEIVED EVE THERE'S NO TELLING WHERE HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN, HARRIET TUBMAN IS SO GREAT SHE HOLDS STRENGTH IN HER NAME, IT TAKES A WHOLE LOT OF HEART TO STAND UP WHEN YOU'RE DYING FROM PAIN, SOMETIMES IT TAKES MORE THAN CLOSING YOUR EYES AND PRAYING FOR CHANGE, BLACK WOMEN ARE THE SYMBOL OF DOMINATION OF DOMAIN, ALL BECAUSE THEY RELIEVED AN ENTIRE RACE OF BEING RIDICULED AND SUCCESSFULLY RESTRAINED, THEY NEVER REST YET WE AS MEN ARE UPSET WE REGRESS AND REMAIN, I TAKE MY CROWN OFF TO MY BLACK QUEENS AND TIE US TOGETHER IN WORSHIP REPRESENTED BY CHAINS, THERE'S NO BEAUTY LIKE A BLACK WOMAN YOU'D BETTER LOOK AT HER TWICE, ONCE FOR HER PHYSICAL ASTONISHMENT AND SECONDLY FOR HER CONQUERING HER LIFE, AND THE LIST GOES ON BECAUSE SIMPLE BLACK WOMEN ARE TURNING HEROES EVERYDAY, SO NOW EVERYONE AGAINST US GOTTA LOOK AT MY WOMEN ACCEPT AND SAY... WE ARE ON OUR WAY!
                                             

~*~

OUT
by Theophilus Izaz
 
Who could have told me
that by discovering a nobler path
than the one that seemed inevitable
when I first met torment,
I would find myself travelling
down so many disparate roads?
Would I have understood before now anyway?
Do I now?--not disparate, really,
more like disconnected, like blocked rivulets
that would otherwise flow from stream
to stream to stream. What a burden!
Trying to make jazz
on military instruments
and create love
in crowded courthouse hallways.
But it's there.
And it's better than suicide.
Now I have to learn when to think
and when to feel
and exactly how they're both the same.

~*~

“A Hollow Heart”
Derrick Allen Mauzey     11/30/02

Slipping quickly passed my mind.
A truth so unsettling it seems divine.
Your breaths are slow and rasp,
You finally feel like you took off your mask.
Your real person is now out.
Watch your step or you may be found about.
You would for another to know about
Your secrets deep down below.
Slowly, slowly you move around.
Your hollow heart begins to pound.
You’ve tricked yourself and said
You’re fine. Watch your back for the people
Behind. Oh no, here they come.
I think they have seen what you’ve become.
You have changed yourself form within
By letting all these new feelings begin.
Can you control it? Can you stay stable
In your mind? You’re going to have to tell
Them of it some time.

~*~

An Undescribable Feeling
                By: Virgina Santiago
 
  Concealed by a sense of incompletion.
  I no longer intend to feel this decreation.
  This on the edge and falling sense I feel.
  Cannot be understood or explained.
  For I myself never knew of such pain.
  It is not physical nor mental.
  However it is not emotional nor spiritual.
  Yet what it is I myself may never be shown.
  For I am certain it exists, but what I am
  certain of may be only what I've known.

~*~

What light does not touch is left behind
It is overlooked in the darkness, untouched
by the mind
It is as if it is hiding behind a tree, not seen by you nor me
So when the light shines upon me
Please don't forget about the shadow behind

Randy Pruett 

~*~

I
The calendar's days become seconds of eternity
In that time your name will be forgotten
Do not be surprised nor regret the swift passing,
Prize each precious moment dearly.
 
II
Evolved and created worlds are the same
Today as yesterday as they will be tomorrow
If we as dust hear the tree fall
And do not blow away in the wind.
 
III
Do not wash me when I go
The fire will not make me ash as quickly
If you ignore my command
You will waste a precious moment of your life.

Bill Albright 

~*~

" but then came the day"
Ross Guberman
 
Watch the whisper, slow to rise but well versed, twists its way
through thunderous attacks.  Behold, watch, and wonder as the
whisper tries again.  On the brink of the ear, deprived entrance
upon inspection, watch the whisper come whimpering back. 
Always soft-spoken by those out-spoken, a whirlwind carries
the whisper away.  The whisper is never heard.

~*~

Beach
Khristin W. 
 The wind is blowing steadily, whipping across the hot sand, beating to it's own drum. The salty ocean water rolls one over the over in a never ending pattern. It brings pieces of sea glass, tiny white shells, and large chunks of sea weed that spreads out in the sandy shore. The warm summer sun beats down to brown my pale winter skin. Seagulls  fly over the water skimming it with the tips of it's feather. In the fare distances the humming of a little tug boat takes over the ears of all who watch.

~*~

BLEND
Andrew Topel
 
def-con five collapsing in on self-defenseless prerogative, the child henceforth encased in helium (millennial purgatory)  though gallant in balance of central-nervous, artery willows sanitized split-personality mysticism infection-vocal failed in sedentary tuck.  shy.  negligent moslem under arrest (cardiac) deceive colleen, dots on the spleen, collar bone separation omelet anile needles males preteen taxonomy prêt held child hectors (urchin chain) hale illegal piragua galleon balancer (a gallon of pepto bismol in the abs) nearer the eatery, nearer the heart burn.  wallop guised solstices bifocal faint stuck sentient mender arterial. flapping derogative trachea wroth indiums quahog beano that balloons the aloof nervure sand temple pectin clams with lisp, moralized focal point bedeck angelic wiggle makes a noggin wrinkle golem arcadia colon specula born-again melamine maltreated prey hector marching chewable vitamins league gala lancer runoff etuis thebe bringing heebie-jeeb!
ies to the thumb neuter aerie earache heaped on katherine hepburn.  calloused walleyes alias walrus (koo-koo-ka-choo, from the Beatles) allied solutes iota salty holster fiasco making ‘em airsick setae mending fender-bender surrender your leader or we’ll send in the blender.

~*~

Twenty Lines
Samantha D. Johnson
Ha! twenty lines to write a poem.
Twenty lines to write a poem, by me! Samantha D.
Giving me twenty lines to write a poem...
It's like giving all flowers one ray of sushine to share.
Feelings hurts, with twenty lines.
Twenty sack of Marijuana, now that's good.
Twenty lines of Coke, even better.
Twenty hits of Acid, man I'm in heaven!
But twenty lines...
Twenty lines for a poem.
Twenty lines is like a haiku,
Two seconds long when read aloud.
You wanna hear a poem,
Then give me fifty or more.
But twenty lines...
What can I do with twenty line?
How can I fill you with my passions?
How can I enchant you with my words?
How can I make a difference to you...
In twenty lines.

~*~

I HATE THAT DATE
ABDALHAKIM  ABDALALIM  RAKHA
Sept 11TH CHANGED EVERY THING.
SEPT 11TH PUT THE WORLD IN ONE RING.
MY COUNTRY EGYPT SUBJECTED TO TERRORISM.
MUBARAK CALLED WORLD TO BE ONE AGAINST THEM.
MAY BE YOU ARE FROM NORTH OR EAST
OR YOU ARE FROM SOUTH OR WEST.
BUT ALL OF US SHARING HUMANITY.
PEACE AND WELFARE FOR THE ALL ARE PRIORITY.
TO ALL THE BOYS IN ALL THE WORLD WE ARE BROTHER'S.
TO ALL THE GIRLS IN ALL THE WORLD WE ARE SISTER'S.
PUT YOUR HAND IN MY HAND TO CLEAR THE TERRIBLE.
WITHOUT OUR UNITY OUR WORLD WILL BE HORRIBLE.
LET US TO BE ALL IN ONE TO KEEP FULL HOPE WITHOUT IMITATION.
TO KEEP FOR OUR WORLD IT'S CLEAR CIVILIZATION.
I LOVE MY COUNTRY I LOVE EVERY STATE.
I LOVE MY WORLD I HATE THAT DATE.
 ~*~
LOOKING AHEAD
JASON MICHAEL MCCARTHY
 
I see my future
Which makes me proceed
I see happiness
Which makes me smile
 
I see self-confidence
Which makes me realize
I see a new frontier
Which makes me continue searching
 
I see change
Which makes me consider
I see my comfort zone
Which makes me relaxed
 
I see familiar faces
Which makes me adjust
I see new faces
Which makes me socialize
 
I see stable ground
Which makes me strong
I see commitment
Which makes me prepare
 
I see a new beginning
Which makes me hold on
I see me
Which makes my future be
I see me
Which makes my future be

~*~

Bathroom Sink
Lyz
 
The water swirls down the sink and I stand above it and watch it retreat to the sewers and polluted oceans and rivers it came from. I wash my hair with the same revolting slime that Columbus once pissed into from a ship that brought over disease and hate. I have to wonder about the stories that inhibit the walls of this dirty gas station restroom and think that they are all stories or possibly forgotten memories. The snow leaks through the ceiling tiles and leaves an ugly stain that gives the room a bad reputation. I think that if this restroom was anywhere but a gas station, it wouldn't be because the smell is unbearable and I can no longer stand the color of the disgusting walls or the shape of the permanent floor tiles. As water continues to do it's job of running, the sound is becoming redundant, and I think that you were never anything but beautiful to me.

~*~

Deployment in My Future
Elizabeth Hilt
 
Facing fearful uncertainties,
I feed from the inner strength threaded
between my fibers...
those which hold me from falling between
the cracks in the sidewalk
I travel daily.
The values I was taught as a child
begin to surface.
Always be strong...Never lose hope...
In my shoes are the eyes of
the miles I have seen and the wind carries my
whisper to the ears of
those who bare the weight of
the unknown on their shoulders.
Tomorrow we will wake up to the same sun
and take our breath from the same air.
Leave the future where it lies...
Now is the time for strength.
 

~*~

DILEMMA
 Francisc Pal
 
My dilemma?
I had thousand questions
And I've got
Only one answer.
 
         -A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

 

 

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