ENCORE II - The Dark Side of Life
February, 2003

9-11-01" ( a day of terror)
Marisa
We all raise the flag of our country's nation
That's the way of showing our appreciation
The crashes killed a lot of innocent people
After "Pearl Harbor", this was like another sequel
We all dream about it in our sleep
A perfect time to cry and weep
Our hearts and eyes filled up with tears
This will always be one of our fears
Friends, family are now in heaven and in our hearts
But they were all still standing right from the start.

~*~

THE DESTROYER
by, Janet Stewart
 
Skid Row, his Ganges
 
This place
A pyre without a procession
 
Fire engines wail
Along its holy banks
 
Human dogs skulk, skinny
 
A drunk lies unconscious
Spread like Jesus
 
On a filthy cot
 

~*~

ATTACK ON AMERICA
shaunbrown
you think you attacked us it's you who will fill the blast real fast you asked who has the bigger
 grapefruits u'v seen
us bomb Afghanistan we once speaked
now we will stand beside with the army
navy marines british bombers to stop you from your  biological chemicals weapons you will fall and fill the blast
so next time you think about attacking one of our tall buildings like a sneak attack remember next time we bomb Afghanistan
and Iraq you won't creep.     we lost thousands of American's family and friends deepest thoughts go out to them.
 

~*~

The Hunchback and the Dragon (2002)
         By Alicia Patti
 
The night my younger brother died
My father sat like a hunchback,
Moaning an old Sicilian dirge.
My mother tore her hair and wailed
As visions of her beautiful boy
Assailed her anguished brain.
It was I who saw him sailing through the air:
His skull splattered on the killing street
Like a ripe melon as the dastardly car sped by.
Papa took no notice of the
Forbidden cigarette dangling
From my trembling lips,
My dilated nostrils snorting fire
Like a raging young dragon
Spitting in the Face of Death.
When my father finally raised
His tearful gaze to mine, I saw a flicker
Of recrimination.
 
I bowed my head and shuddered with a sigh:
Why does the message of doom always go awry?

~*~

+Taste the Blood of My Fears+
-Adamina Salvucci, 1/5/03
I can hear them / laughing.. .  .
desperation makes me blind
truth concealed by fury
I hear them / label me.. .  .
my music makes me deaf
personality hidden by anxiety
I listen to them / pretend to care.. .  .
rising anger makes me ignorant
it will all get the best of me
They make me hate myself
I can't ever / prove them wrong
paying them back with my blood
can they taste the metal of my tears?
I / lie. This pain is self inflicted.
They care not for I am too lost
as I repeat to my best of friends
They don't need to bother
you don't need to bother.

~*~
The Judgment
By Tamara Beryl Latham, c 2002
 
A ship glides into port this night
and stirs the sable sea.
Presents a solemn, eerie, sight
because it waits for me.
 
I board though distant memory
fuels quickly growing fears.
Unleashing ghosts that claim they're me,
who lived in previous years.
 
Cathedral bells toll heavy through
my life's divided acts.
As wraiths hold writs for all to view;
corroborated facts.
 
Soon Autumn winds expand the sails.
I've tallied riches few.
The lighthouse shrieks our mournful wails;
me and my ghostly crew.

~*~

Ramblings of a Homeless Man#1
henri young 
disposable souls crushed by the soles
of the sole holders of power
hopeless eyes stare up at him in despair
disappear in the blink of an eye
confusion abounds as he sends his hell-hounds
to root out his opposition
liberty lives when we make a stand
understand what we have been given
 

~*~

It's a cold night
I'm full of fright
My toes are ice and feel like stale rice
If i didnt no better they were dice
To bad they are just ice
Because this cold night isn't being very nice

dan

~*~

RAIN
by Cassandra Angier
 
Rain Rain,
Cold Cold rain,
Falling down in fear and pain,
 
Falling. Burning. Crashing.
Drowning angels,
Crazy with fears
Blinded by tears,
 
Braking. Hurting. Dying.
Trapped with sin,
Always in a fight
I cry with everyday and night,
 
Rain Rain,
Cold Cold rain,
Brings me so much fear and pain.

~*~

Fire is at its best,
When the Jersey Devil is there,
Destroying crashing killing without taking a rest,
Digging down and down just to get to hell,
Creeping down the street at night,
To jump whoever is there,
But before even jumps him,
Heís shot with blood to spare, The crazy Jersey Devil is there

Michael Dynan

~*~

The sand was swept away softly by the sea,
as gently as it came to be;
The stars Glistened with a glossy gleam
which lit the night sky with the help of the moon's bright beams.
 
As I sit silently a waiting,
the nightís darkness is quickly fading,
but all that was right
was lost in the night.

Babikay

~*~

The Universe
Kyle Maguire

 

Veiled in an never-ending darkness,
Painted with stars, planets, and galaxies,
Being absorbed by black holes,
Having no prophecy, no pattern,
Behold the treacherous and mysterious Universe.

~*~


                             Rottweilers
                            fearless,brave
                       biiting,licking,barking
                      mean,dependent,lonely,bad
                                Rotty

kayon lewis

~*~

Autumn wind
 Ben Kornstein 
The trees danced as the wind glides by them.
The wind howled as it rustled against the trees.
The leaves bounced as they flew across the lonely street.
The grass sways back and forth against the autumn wind.

~*~

Mouse
Steven Bienbaum
I awoke in the night, about eleven o-clock, and went down the stairs and
saw a little mouse. I called my cats name and she came up to me. When i
woke up for school, the mouse was nowhere to be seen.

~*~

The Shadow
Jensine Rich 
The cat crept quietly
Whispering its greetings to the still night
Then suddenly she flew
Attacking the shadows
Over rustling leaves
As she wondered onto the lighted porch

~*~

Mosquito
Haley Varhaug
 

As youíre strolling through a field,

A mosquito sees you as a meal.
It flies straight towards your face,
And soon, you get a taste!

~*~

Science
Cristal Lopez
Science is boring to much notes to take
Science is mass, volume and density
All of those words that drives you crazy.
 
Science is always taking test and quizzes
that sometimes are very hard.
 
Science help you to know more, but
with everything you know sometimes
you forget!

~*~

School, the joy of life
school a place for the mind to grow
a place where you grow into an adult
a place where teachers nag you about your school work
a place where you put into a clique
a place where you get a A or a F
a place where you enjoy or not enjoy your social life
a place where your future is decided over crummy tests
a place where you are popular or unpopular
School, can a crummy part of life

Vincent Bratica 

~*~

Langwij Arts
Benjamin Bradley 

Langwij Arts teaches u how two rite an esay that u will only rite in Langwij Arts becuz no won ever asks u too rite an esay.
Langwij Arts teaches u how too rite poetrie that u woodnt realy use un less u wur riting this poem.
Langwij Arts teaches u how two rite culturul riting witch u woodnt use any ways becuz u dont rite much at all.
Langwij Arts all so teaches u how too spel good and use rite gramma.  Bye the way iz mine good.

~*~

Get the puck deke through your zone past a defender
Other players call for the puck, but you take it up the clear smooth ice
Another defender misses the check
Lead the pack past the blue line fake left goalie goes crazy shoot top shelfÖÖ

Jeff Ferguson 

~*~

Me
A.J. Kocher
People always want to be something theyíre not.
It makes me so frustrated to see people trying to be Individual or prep.
Iím not sure what I am
And I donít care what anybody calls me
Because Iím me
And thatís all I care about.
And thatís all I care about.
Because Iím me
And I donít care what anybody calls me
Iím not sure what I am
Individual or prep
People always want to be something theyíre not.
It makes me so frustrated to see people trying to be
Me

~*~

Try to pretend
Markie
 
He says next to nothing to you
but expects you to welcome his tongue into your mouth
because you are 14 and he is 17
his universe is infinite
your's controlled
you stutter out an 'excuse me' as he tries to feel you up
his hands are bigger than yours
and you will not win
a feel of a knife in the crook of your neck
for some reason is not surprising
a sign of his victory
and your defeat
you cannot speak any longer
just stare at the cushion on the couch
and you try to pretend
that you are not there
that your good friend isn't in the next room giggling with a fraternity boy
try to pretend that the paneled walls don't leak around into their paradise
and wonder why you are even in this position in the first place
a dimmer inside of you turns on and then it becomes dark
your options become clear
perhaps you will die like Marie Antoinette
or choke on a substance that will stick down your throat like wood
you try to pretend that somewhere people don't hate you
that you are strong
and you will get through this
you will endure the pain
and then
when he's finished
he takes you home
says 'thank you' like you've just given him directions to the movie theatre
shakes our hand like you've just won an award
and drives away like nothing ever happened

~*~

Apocalypse
Redon «abej 
Where were you when the sky turned black?
And Satan came back,
With a goal to end the day
And take life as his prey.
 
With a soul darkened
And emotions hardened
He turned day to night
And showed us his might
 
Heroes came to save the day
They all fell prey
To Satan's merciless heart
And his torturous might.
 
Where were you when time ended?
As Satan came
With all Hell's flame
And life was doomed.
 
Did you fall and cry?
And wish an end to the night
And wish back the day?
Or did you just ask the almighty for might?
 
Satan darkened the sun with his hand
And Earth spun not once more around.
As hell fire in brimstone raged;
Satan in a war with life engaged.
 
He tore mankind limb from limb
And took away the dream
Of having a fighting chance,
In this final dance.
 
As Satan himself stood in victory,
Mankind saw its last moment in humility
As it began an eternity
Of agony.

~*~

 Lonely Tears    
Elizabeth
     I sit here watching the candles burn
     the light dances on the bedroom wall
     as I wait here, waiting for your call
 
     A tiny tear runs down my cheek
     as I fear the worst will come
     time passes by as I sit here
     I sigh as I watch a flaming streak
 
     My heart aches, as I know yours does too
     I think to myself, how could I be such a full
     the tears become bigger as I think go figure
 
     I sit here waiting, waiting for your call
     and I still watch the candle dance on my wall
     the stars, they don't lie but still, still I cry

~*~

I'll fall into a bleeding sea
The deepest love he ever gave to me
The love of death for all to see
The love of birth to die and bleed
The love of life was sacrificed in me
 
Kill me, kill me, that's what I need
Surrender, surrender, surrender to me
Love me, hate me, that's what I scream,
Black raven of murder can't you see?
That's all he ever gave to me
 
So I'll fall into the bleeding sea
The deepest love he ever gave to me
The love of death for all to see
The love of depth that hides in me

Sarah

~*~

The Visitor
maurice casey harris
A frail wet gruesome night,
vigorously starring at the face of fright
swiftly grasping every moment of sound and
sight yet so tightly loosening that feeling of
such sorrow and lost compassionate, utterly
demystifying the moment of suspense leaving me
 breathless lying on the floor of commonsense...
Then suddenly there's a tap... A tap at my door..
   A tap at my window..I was uncertain which 
   and discontent but that  tap filled my heart with
 such fear and vexile, moment by moment listening
to that tap flowing through several textiles of my
sound barrier fence while partially being emotional
and mentally tense the approaching suspense was
embarrassing my thoughts with various illusions in an
hostile manner while trespassing in a devious exile
behavior...Then the tap..So I began treading softly
 to the door with extreme caution step by step closer and
closer with that feeling of curiosity and paranoia
bubbling and rising through the pores of my flesh...
Then finally opening my door softly but yet gently
putting myself to the ultimate test praying that
i'm blessed with such great fearlessness at the
moment of distress..Slowly and slowly visually
realizing that there is nothing here to explore while
softly holding the door..I turned around with my head
to the floor while closing the door..Indiscretely
I began adoring feelings of great relief and metaphore..
Then all of a sudden right before my face appeared
a fading bodily image..Upsettingly casting my eyes
upon a human like aurora, a mere ghost. Or something
more..Then a voice......A distilled settle voice chanting
never the less just visiting and nothing more.
~*~
WET
Sonali Mehandru
 
Rain   on the pavement
no unsettling questions    no taboos
every drop curves    around all
inside   clumsily fitting ideas
pulling buttons     breaking zippers
that don't zip
drops   freeze and melt    freeze and melt
maybe I am too close     to your face
to witness their mutiny
surrounding us
inside    running frantically through
glaring space    and cracks,
I slip,   mistakenly touch the    wrong sore
I try to focus on each drop   but
all I see is you
and my wet face    within --
(with) a gaping hole    so loud
that I can see
the unbinding    other side.

~*~

TONE POEM (Night Vision)
...\Cate Espener (Jan/03)
Stone,
You are a stone for my heart
Inside unknowable
Deeply lined,
Immutable
Glistening by light and shade
Pressed against the hand
Within a soft continual curve
Something to grasp
Nomadic
Pale and grey
Once shore, now water
Washed away
Transformed into earth's seed
Swallowed up as a memory
A stone for my heart
~*~
              ETERNAL CURSE
                       STEPHANIE

     I stand in total darkness,watching with cold eyes.Staring at the human race as they stroll by,and I, waiting for the time to feed.
     I pounce on them,and drink their blood,and listen till they can't breath. I roam around like a shadowy figure at night,making sure to stay far from the sunlight.
     For I am cursed for eternity,drinking blood from the insanity.This endless cycle is driving me crazy,I will soon go mad and loose my mind.
     I'll go on raids and kill all I see those that live, I shall soon find.For if you haven't figured it out I am a Great Vampire. Many try to catch me and set me a fire.
     Foolish creatures they are the humans.
  They try to rule all and all they see......
                          but they shall never rule me.

~*~

THE UNKNOWN TERROR
     Megan
 
As soon as you get on top of the water an unknown terror brings you back down No matter how hard you try You cant get free Kicking screaming its no use Blood pounding in your temples There's just no end Oh its so hard to find the strength to even try Your so alone Oh wait light oh precious light You can reach up your hand passes the surface your free But you get pulled back down again your going down faster than ever It never ends No one can hear your screams No one even tries...

~*~

WE'RE COMING TO GET YOU!
Adam Davenport
Oh, master of deceit and disease,
King of cruelty and lies,
Your time is running out,
Your regime is ready to fall.
You can build your weapons,
You can recruit your men,
You can make your people think you'll win,
But the fact of the matter is you've lost.
While you put on a brave face and lie,
In the back of your mind,
You know you don't want us over their.
You'd better start digging your grave,
Because sooner or later,
We'll be over there,
Ready to take you down.
Be prepared for the next war,
Because we're coming to get you,
And this time we won't pull out!

~*~

We came here
We came
and we saw
and we were defeated
 
We crossed along
the bordered night
We crossed along
fields and lines
 
We came here
for a future
We came here
for the dream
 
We worked along
the paths that traveled
We worked along
the hours, days, and years
 
We came here
I thought we had a future
We came here
I thought there was a dream
 
We don't know
why we lick
the bottom of their feet
 
We don't know
this land
its people or its country
 
But We came here
We came
We saw
and we were defeated

Morisot 

~*~

The Script
ghost  

All I know is a way into the light.
Outside, new ideas and strange ways forming;
Inside, the well worn pens neat scripting,
The recollection of forgotten plight
Or grin when a new thought strengthens the page.
The idea must be some where in the mind,
Shining as an angel, with winged beauty,
Standing there unshakeable: with purpose
Where the hand gives back new lease and life.
Sometimes; a pause followed by the new past.
The pen is laid down with eyes shut thinking,
Remembering the ways of a long gone craft.
Then again; the grin with the pens neat script,
To give real words, and give back the past.

~*~

Slipping Through
Gerald Rice
Passing by unseen
Leaving no trail of remembrance
Existing as a shadowed afterthought
Using little and taking only what fits into pockets
 
The eye bends around flesh                                            5
A craned neck to look over
A vacant stare sees through
Even the fleeting lines of fingerprints fading fast
 
To tread past; a silent
Push through the interwoven fabric of civility                    10
Becoming cousin to invisibility
Calling downwind home
 
Name withheld and no picture taken
Staining not the glass surface of society
A knowing glance quite mistaken                                      15
To crawl beneath the skin of notice;
Living without hello or goodbye

~*~

My Last Battle
By: Mohammed Dajani
My last Battle , It was the last of all.
It echoed in my dreams and in my soul.
Iíll never  have to climb again out of that pit or hole.
Iíll Keep traveling towards the Sun and waterfall.
Iíll lay on the ground and surrender to the wilderness and the roars.
I wonít even bother with the Fox or Lion or even the wild Boar.
Iíll sleep like a baby in the Sun or in the cold.
And when the time has come, when Iím old, lazy and bored.
I will stand up, and surrender to the all mighty God
The one and all.

~*`
ďIf you ever see me coming
And If you know who I am
Donít you breathe it to nobody
Ďcause you know Iím on the Lam.Ē
 
Johnny Cash / Wanted man
 

Outlaws are existentialists...

Thatís what Hamlin says
We are discussing the merits of Sartre via email
He writes me:
ďAll outlaws are existentialists because they have to think outside of the box to survive.Ē
 
I wonder if itís not the other way around
Maybe all existentialists are outlaws
Because they canít think inside the box
I am not an expert on existential thought
I do know that reading Sartreís Nausea
Makes me laugh harder than anything Bukowski ever wrote
And somehow I feel ashamed and embarrassed
By finding humor in Sartre
In what should seem so bleak and desperate and alone
And somehow I feel ashamed and embarrassed
Of being white and nearly middle class
Of being so goddamned invisible
F#ck it
Weíre all outlaws
At least any one of us
With the time or inclination to
Think Outside of the box
 
I feel like the shooter in Le Etranger
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
I have not had gainful employment in 11 months
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
I buy my childrenís xmas gifts at the 99 cent store
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
I buy my bread at the day old outlet
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
I hustle movie starís books
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
Wanda Coleman Doesnít have time to let me publish her work
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
The towers have fallen
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
We are flirting with war
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
I am afraid
I am an outlaw
I have to think outside the f#cking box to survive
 
Sartre was an outlaw
I am an outlaw
My friend Bradley is an outlaw
Johnny Cash is an outlaw...
 
You...

Are an outlaw

gato clemente

~*~

The task.
I stand and walk, I stop to see
A sugar grain mountain, monstrously opposing me.
An ironic task lay ahead,
Itís do or die but will I really be dead?
I wish I could shovel, kick or push
Each grain is a task; I know Iím not to rush,
If only Iíd known the size of this mammoth wish,
But the ends reward is justified by life long bliss,
So I stand and I sigh, pick up in my finger tips one grain at a time
Day after day this reality, this dream, it will become mine.
Ever grain is an hour of every day: robotically I remove them
Before this dream has been taken away.
One more, one more, one more, will it cease?
The mountain must be gone before I feel peace.
A mindless drone I still persist, removal continues,
Grain by grain, wrapped tightly inside of my clenched fist
That day will come, of that I am sure
This obstructions removal, my tortured minds only cure.
 
Gareth Harrington-Jones

~*~

INSANITY
SHAUN BELL
 
I floated away.
Light filtered through
Leaves of a different kind.
All inches of myself exposed
to a journey that was in vain (Id understood my complaint).
The Father of Lies,
the nothing that exists,
a language
that doesn't speak.
Release me from
myself.

~*~

 

(record crackles...)
like slow music moving through soundwaves
breaking against the bluff of soundbarriers
"adjust your hearing!"
championing this atmosphere could seem inane
this master was insanely inept of pain came equipped with swords of pain
he drew a line in the sand that cut deep
left blood on the concrete---he don't sleep
leave moons wanting for earths around the room
the world stands cold outside like the nose of little girls open wide
for destruction of their human bodies
but no corruption of the party just came to meet somebody
mature enough to be somebody like elderly people in the lobbies
of social secured buildings
music spinning out of control like zanex pills
speed connects young and old at will
got my mind floating
I'm never leaving 

fotojock

~*~

Broken Images 
 Krysta Patterson
 
All these broken images
All seen through broken glass
Its like all the world's the audience
And i'm the only member in the cast
Crying myself to sleep at night
My emotions running high
I'm sitting on this stupid grave
While all my life is slipping by
All the audience is laughing
While silent tears roll down my cheeks
Always being hated
While acceptance is all I seek
Eyes around every corner
No friends in sight
My tower of broken dreams
Is growing in height
So next time you look
In a broken mirror you will see
A tower of broken images
And a torn picture of me

~*~

Knight
Evelyn Breithaupt
His shirt was soiled
With nothing but his own blood
His armor blindingly shiny,
Tight and unused.
He covered himself
With weapons and armor:
Spikes of fatally slashing steel,
A faithfully sharpened sword,
A thick shield across his broad chest;
And built a wall and a tower
From which he stared out
With cold, assaulting eyes,
As if he felt--
Nothing.

~*~

Wall and Air
By Anirban Dey
Particles on the air depict a death
The atmospheric pressure describes cemetery.
 
Each last breath left by the humans
Colors the layers of air...
The air gets polluted or enriched thus.
 
Consciousness of death
And deaths of 'conscious' make life,
A coffin or a womb resembles the coffin.
 
Momentary time rests at timelessness
It hides its face behind the time-concept.
 
The punctuation signs ride on the pages
The existence crawls midnight-ceiling...
Windows and walls.
 
Million girls realize momentary puberty
Riverbed plays a millennium harmony.
 
Words get enabled to create a tunnel,
Dead words continue the creation of wall.
 
The height of wall, the density of air
Both
However, exist in dual-shaded colors.

~*~
these pictures show a then
now covered over
bright signs adorn the somber granite
commerce has returned
as if a corpse revived
 
I am still in then
that was a city
a capital powerful
not a destination
driving through
ďIíve heard of a restaurantĒ
a momentary pleasure
shell painted
meat gone

quinton

~*~

The Paranoia
  Jessica Holmes
I sit in the dark,
Waiting for it to come,
Waiting for the pain.
I should just go.
Go out and enjoy what time I have.
What time I have with him.
But if I hide,
He can't find me.
He'll have to search.
He'll have to wait to hurt me.
I'll have more time.
More time with my heart in one piece.
I want to keep my heart,
But give it to him at the same time.
The pain he will cause,
It is unbearable.
He's ruined me for any other man.
My heart is his, but also mine.
The secrets,
The worries,
He says he loves me.
Divide and Conquer.
That's what he's doing.
Waiting to hurt me,
Waiting till the time is right.
Waiting till I have faith.
Then knocks me down.
Knocks me down and laughs.
Like all the others,
Their all in conspiracy.
They're all gaining on me.
You say I am being paranoid.
But I know the truth.
~*~

The Brumby Rush!
Laura Ashleigh Collins

The dusty mountains reach up high.
The scouring eagles, they prowl the sky.
The early morning sun awakes,
Within the ground the power it takes.
             
The pebble-bottomed creek will flow,
The crystal clear water moving slow.
The bush brown lizards bathed in light,
Have scurried off in fright.
 
The morning dew may kiss the grass,
As the blazing brumbies gallop past.
The dust and dirt will fly,
While the birds race in the cloud flushed sky.
 
Fish will duck and dive by rocks,
While the bird will hit the plains in flocks.
The vultures hiding in the trees,
Their feathers ruffled by the breeze.
 
The animals run with speed
From elephant to centipede.
Although the wallabyís canít run,                      
They curl up in their mumís tum.
 
The brown-eyed pony gazed in delight,
As the moon shines throughout the night.
The mares frolic through the scented bush air,
As the wind blows their silk like hair. 
 
The violent colours swirl around,
As the stark black pony hits the ground.                     
His mother full of shame,                                           
As she charges toward her foal with blame.     
 
~*~                                        
The Packet.
metalfreak
The crisp packet floated gently along the soft blanket of wind. It has seen so many trees. Bush. Bench. Tree. Tree. It twirls in the air, like a ballerina in a concert. It passed a couple arguing. It has seen so many fights, so much hatred, so much romance, confusion, sadness, despair, happiness. The crisp packet has stopped moving. It is picked up off the floor and thrown in the rubbish. It lies in the dustbin, it's final resting place.

~*~

Youth Detonation:
Billy Heath
Among urban turrets of pink and brown,
Amidst the trivial crowds of unspoken hurt,
Where nothing matters but dignity,
A boy sits in his roost, among the modern ruins,
Carving phrases for his own.
 
His prose is undistinguished,
Yet he believes in what he writes,
As the racket within his boundaries,
Increases as the night declines steadily.
 
He thought this town would be his fortress forever,
But his young mind is filled with distrust,
As the enemy closes up, or eats it from the core.
He has no world around him, for it is no longer part of him,
Unattached from what it was, as it kept nothing for him.
Now he wonders why he sits among the turrets of his town,
Surrounded by the terrors that will surely confine him.
 
There are no pleasures or paltry chattels,
That can restrain him from what he wants to be,
He is the revolutionary, the God,
The owner of his own mind,
But his mind is not the world,
He can do nothing for it.
 
He is locked up in his teachings, he cannot escape his links,
He cannot change the land he steps on, he has no say,
He is no man, no face, no-one.

~*~

                          ALONE
 
                  I sit all alone tonight
                  In this place called home
                  I wonder what in the world
                  This hellish life is for
 
                  Loneliness creeps in my heart
                  From somewhere of of a dark abyss
                  I wonder what I have done
                  To cause myself such emptiness
 
                  Empty space all around me
                  But no bright stars to guide me
                  No bright moon to help me
                  Only blackness to bind me
 
                  I huddle up in the corner
                  A round bundle on the floor
                  Scared of always being alone
                  Scared of always being unknown


                                       Candace Fannin

~*~

The fire once burning withers and dies
The grim clouds of smoke devours the skies
Raging wild waves now restfully asleep
The earth crumbles into the unknown deep
 
The brawny eagle shortly becomes weak
The last drop of hope falls from heavens peak
Falls to its death, into the ash it drops
The flowing water of life abruptly stops
 
Now conquered by darkness, infernal rains
Forever crushed by the internal pains

Anthony Guidubaldi

~*~

LONELY IS HE
Toreion Hardy 

Lonely is he that is without, Lonely is emptiness without a doubt
Lonely is he that holds to nothing, and really can't seem to shake it
Lonely is he who'll always believe, that he will never make it.
Lonely is he who stands alone, and has not even one friend
Lonely is he who truly believes that his nightmare will never end.
Lonely is he who receives no love, and has no love to give
and that's exactly what he'll be, for as long as he shall live.
Lonely is he who doesn't know how to care and share with others
Lonely is he who refuse to accept mankind as his sisters and brothers.
Lonely is he who restrains his feelings, and tries to confine himself
Lonely is he who is cold and bitter for "HE" has a lonely death.  

~*~

United We stand
Brandi Lenz
They think they killed us
They just made us stand strong
They think they killed us
They couldn't be more wrong
 
They must not have been to smart
Cuz they thought they could rip the U.S. apart
 
United we stand
The country that's grand
I wouldn't live anywhere but her
For everywhere else lives in fear
 
United we stand
Devoted and proud
Red, White, Blue
Spoken out loud

~*~

Weary Eyes
Rayne Britt
Dead skies.
Dark lies.
And no place to rest weary eyes.
 
There's a place.
There's a face
That hides behind the dawn in it's grace.
 
There's a chance
Of a romance
Somewhere beyond this mortals glance.
 
There's a hope
Beyond hope
Dangling from my rope.
 
There's a sweetness.
There's a kiss
That I never felt, but I miss.

~*~

Lost
Kristen
I'm lost in this world,
In way over my head
It's so big
But to small
 
I'm lost in my youth
Scared of my future
Light in a child's eyes
heartbreak of a teen
 
I'm lost in my addiction
caught up in the game
letting it win
hoping it will all end
 
Lost in my wisdom
So many things to say
To many things to hide
The truth is pain
Love is hate
 
Lost in the drug
My only reliance
The real enemy
My true friend
 
I'm lost in this high,
It's so good
and yet so bad.
Head in the clouds
Feet never on the ground
 
I'm lost in my own misery,
Causing my own pain
I swim in my tears
and drown in all my fears.
 
I'm lost in my dreams,
Stuck in this reality
one foot in
one foot out
 
I'm lost in my mind
with paralyzed thoughts
Choices have been made
Mistakes must be paid
 
I'm lost in my death
Standing with tombstones in my eye
and a coffin as my bed
We all live to die
My angels have left
My demons have entered
 
I'm lost in the hands of time
Stuck in this moment
Seeing the truth
Living the nightmare
 
I'm lost in my wonders
and killed by curiosity
betrayed by love
controlled by hate
 
I'm lost in his jungle
caught in his trap
thorns in my heart
I can never go back
 
Lost in fantasy
Fearing reality
Knowing the truth
Living a lie
 
I'm lost in my life
Never to be found
I'm told it just began
My only wonder is when it will end?

~*~
Truth
This was written by my best friend.  He passed away January 23, 2003 at 20 years old.  These are his last known written words.
John Casone
Lies will harm those undeserving
Innocence taken advantage of fully
Purity misguided, misled, deformed
Trust is no longer...replaced with apprehension
Interrogative forms of speech frequently prevalent
Unsettled emotions visible throughout lies.......
Ravaging the merciful, their hearts and souls
Contaminating those pure, honest minds
Invoking anger upon all those who are victims
Still waters tremble, furiosity sets in
In the absence of truth, monstrosities may form
Atrocious yet avoidable with the simple and evident truth

 

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