OPEN MIC ENCORE II
July, 2004

OPEN MIC ENCORE I July

FEAR
C. R. Fox
I hide from fears of realization
I run so they wont catch me
I am getting tired though
It does not make any sense
I run from fears so not to get any
But I get fear from fear
Sit in the shadows scared
Listen while they go by
I want them to leave me alone i deny
I don't want them why me
SO i decide just to take them
Now i am free with no need to hide
now i am me

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To Be Me
By: Jeff White

If you looked into my eyes, youíd see just what it means to be me.
There in the beautiful blue balls,
Youíd see a bird flying free
And a bridge into my life
And all the times when I needed a helping hand
If you looked into my eyes
 
If you looked into my eyes, youíd see the bright light of salvation shining there
And evil freakish fantasies drowning there
And a dumb ditz dancing there - I did that for ex credit
And troubled soul screaming there
And a beautiful towering tree growing there
If you looked into my eyes
 
If you looked into my eyes
You might understand the change Iíve been through
I wish you could hear what Iím thinking
Because then youíd understand.
If you look into my eyes youíd know how much oppression I get for my beliefs.
If you look into my eyes
Maybe you could see how much I care
And everything I see
And everything I do
If you looked into my eyes.

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THE  EYES
BY  LIP  SAI  LIN
 
EYES 
FULL  OF  SOUL
ENDLESS  MISERY
BURNING  REDDISH
ALARMING  WATERLY
SPARKLING  DARK
MISTY  DULL
SHAKLY  SLEEPY
SHARPLY  ALERT------
EYES
FULL  OF  METAPHORS
HIDDEN  MEANINGS
BLINKING  CHARMS 
SPOTLIGHTLY  HATRED
CUNNING  CHEAT
PLUNGING  ANGER
PIERCING  JEALOUSY
OVERSPILLED  JOY ------
YOUR  EYES- 
THE  DOOR  TO  YOUR  HEART  AND  THE  BRAIN
( OH
PITY  THE  BLIND
WHO  LOST  HIS/HER  SOUL  ?  )

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SUDDENLY AGAIN
~Ben Greene
 
Suddenly unexpected
Influencing me all the time
Suddenly Iím wretched
Feeling like Iím
Suddenly alone
Standing here
What else am I to think
Where will I go
Itís too late
For me to follow you
Suddenly overdo
My eyes turning red
Made my way back home
Put covers over my head
Once I was a friend
Once I was a friend
Suddenly offended
Once I was away
Suddenly again

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Let it be
Prabha Trimurty
 
As I steer myself into the future.
 I peruse over my shoulder.
I am horrified.
 Eyewitness of the tarnished past
Man in indescribable suicide
Love extinguishing, decaying away.
 Do I really want to know

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Can You See?
Joan B.
Jealousy is a foggy mirror
You can barely see yourself
For your perception is blurred
By the haze of ambitions and desires
 
You can barely see yourself
A mere outline of your stature is visible
By the haze of ambitions and desires
You are indifferent to self-beauty
 
A mere outline of your stature is visible
Dull hues replace the bright colors
You are indifferent to self-beauty
It contorts your opinions
 
Jealousy is a foggy mirror
Dull hues replace the bright colors
It contorts your opinions
For your perception is blurred

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DRY TEARS
      -Shannon Tate
Dry tears are the tears I cry inside,
The tears only I can see.
I cry these tears to let go of pain,
To give in to myself and my weaknesses.
 
No one can see my tears,
No one can hear my cries.
I play my life as though I'm happy,
When I'm killing myself with these lies.
 
I see people cry in front of me,
And I don't know how to react.
How am I supposed to comfort others,
When I can't even comfort myself.

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Aint't nothin unfair buddy,
it's tough luck.
to find her lovin not there,
nigga that's just plain fucked up.
don't get your feelings crossed,
to charge it to the game means
let's take a loss,
  and if you tryin to floss,
you can't shine without the gloss.
 and that's as real as it comes.
with no bricks or no guns
a broken heart torn apart still
would leave you num.
take the advice from an ump time loser,
they ain't right they'll leave you
stumped in the night like fred kruger.

Andre  Sisk 

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Little Girl.
By M.A.Dent
Where is that little girl.
With those locks and curls.
The little girl who was not wanted.
Who cried alone in her lonely bed.
 
Where is the little girl.
Who no one wanted in this world.
She was different and she knew it always.
But she thougt i'm here so here I will stay.
 
That little girl endured a lot of pain.
Watching time pass and not much to gain.
But she found another life .
But never forgot that little girl in strife.
 
That little girl is now a woman.
Growing older with grey hair like sands.
That little girl still thinks of yesterday.
She knows that tomorrow will now come her way.

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 Mislay
Matthew Lamb
                   My life was so short-sighted,
                   Decisions that were one sided.
                   Rushing to conclusions,
                   That were purblind illusions.
                   Narrow-minded in what I saw fit,
                   Disposal of my soul for mere profit.
                   Recovering from my wickedness,
                   A life full of sinfulness.
                   God as my remedy,
                   I can now let go of my insensibility.

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"VISIONS OF A DREAM - COME TRUE"
~Jordan Bratton~
 
Orange hues and purplish blues
The tiring sun descends into the sea
Warming winds provide a refreshing air
Allowing my heart to feel light as I snuggle close to you
A smile creeps up your lips and your arms tighten around my waist
The red sun reflects its softening rays into your closing eyes
Gently you untie the binding bows
Of the tiny material that hides my true self
Slowly I allow myself the pleasures of your soft caress
-As the night deepens
Eventually letting down my guard beneath your strong exterior
With each sensual kiss I let out the soft murmur of your name
A passion so true only visible among the brightest of stars
As time passes the loving night transforms into the dawning day
And I awaken to find my dreams came true...

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JACK
  Scotti Jones

He comes
He goes
He gets what he wants
He laughs
He feeds
He kills what he hunts
Today
That's me.

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Shake me up
To the core
No way for
My lips to
Move upward
Or my teeth
To touch up
My soar tongue
Or swallow
That bitter
Taste of life
Or hold that
Upset glass
Or knock up
That shut door
Or stiffled
Weeping flower
Or tourtchered
Blind seabirds
Eyes brimfull
With clear dust
Eclipsed sun
Never bare
That ordeal
Of mocking masks

Abroug Mezri

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Masques
Kristina Monroe
 
                         Think, think, think
                         Going rounds
                         Just say no
                         But I can't
                         Crimes and Punishments
                         Games she should not play
                         Is it her?
                         It is her
                         The way her mind works
                         I hear blame in mind statements
                         His side
                         Her side
                         Truth hides and lingers
                         Calls our name
                         But we cannot find it
                         Is it fear?
                         No, it is Comus
                         Whistling from the wood.
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"Heat Wave"
The Enbay
Among the heat of June,
There is a swelling on a desert dune.
My breath is hot, from meating rot.
I pray I will be rescued soon.
 
My dying wish on earth,
That my mind is not dying from thirst.
My breathing father said to my eyes,
your paying for sins, and lies.
 
My head among the heat,
swollen from bees, and dry wheat.
No water to find in storage,
stealing my sense of old age.
 
Just one drop,
of mud, just one drop.
To sip like hot coffee,
I have no more tears read.
 
Among the ants,
Among frowning frogs drooling,
My body wasted away in tutelage.
My momma said I would regret that dance.
 
The prom is not until tomorrow.
Why am I depressed from sorrow?
Because among other things I know,
this heat has stole my date of marrow.

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         ~~WHY~~
George Boudreau, June 15,2004

With each silent wound another link was added
 a coat of mail around my heart was forged
Each rejection, a stone added to the walls
 a fortress of solitude built against pain
Safe inside I weep.

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Same song...
Cemal Dindar
Same song is playing on radio
I walk on road without you, also
The cry to open the street
Is crowdy and without meeting
 
Same song is flowing toward me
Bar is going to all pain
But no hurry up  and i don't want
Any wine without you bayby
 
Same song is still same song
But our separation is unsimilar
All watches were late
And we will forget everything
 
But i know when i hear that song
It will bring me everything
And i know also  my templates
Mountains, rivers, and loving
 
Now i m drinking
I must know where is my love
Now i m going
All glass is empty and loveless
 
Same song.... where is your voice
Same song... we have sing together
And in my heart, baby, since ever
Your picture is colorless

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Feelings
Jessica Lyon
Waking up in the morning,
I touch your gentle face,
such soft and creamy smooth skin,
my heart cant keep its pace,
my love for you is too strong,
I cant hold it in any longer,
in the morning I yell out that I love you,
in the night, I wonder.

Why did I tell you?
What did I do wrong?
You don't love me back at  all,
i guess this didn't last long,
all my hope and dreams are gone now,
for I have died,
and when you just realized you loved me too,
you have cried.

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Is it really that tough!
Danny Gray
Iíve got to take my mind off you,
To make myself get through.
Even though Iím always there,
Feelís like nobody cares,
Enough for me to shed a tear.
 
Iíve felt like this before,
I feel so insecure.
It starts with one thing I donít know why,
It doesnít even matter how hard I try,
It makes me wanna cry.
 
Youíre just a part of me I canít let go,
After all that we have been through,
I will surly make it up to you.
Thingís arenít the way they were before,
I promise I wonít hurt any one of us anymore.
 
I find the answers are not so clear,
Wish I could find a way to disappear.
Every time I look into the past,
Our last time together I wanna make it last.
 
There are days I canít forget,
There are things I regret.
In my life there has been pain,
Without you I donít think I can face it again.
I know what Iíve got to do,
Itís not to act like a complete fool.

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INNER WAR.
Keith Smedley  
I hope upon hope that this war will end soon,
explosions in my mind,
as big and as bright as the full moon,
DARK,
like the night sky,
it grips me,
takes over me,
it becomes me,
nobody can stop what i am becoming,
i feel my body numbing,
as that person comes out,
only when we're alone, he comes,
what reasons to i have for the actions that i make,
as strong as the human body is,
there's only as much as it can take,
He lashes out,
petite arguments lead to this,
one dead woman and blood on my fists,
What did I do?
Why did I do it?
its all her fault, isn't it?

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~good mourning~
talie zrihen
six feet deep
in the ground
looking up
as the dirt spreads across my case
i wave hello to the people that crowd
to see my last face
 
good mourning it is
great day to be in the ground
the soils rich the clouds all grey
ill say its a great day
to be six feet in the ground
 
you come by to put flowers down
the wind comes in pushes them around
you come to say
good mourning
ive come to say good day
 
good day means forever
good mourning means today
ive come to say good day
this is the last time you'll see my face
 
six feet deep
in the ground
looking up
as the dirt spreads across my case
i wave hello to the people that crowd
to see my last face

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What is a dream to a nightmare? A lonely chorus in the company of TV princesses. Not yet beautiful until she smiles soft crosses and sinking out fingertips in vile plumes. And a space was set aside for the bulletproof strength. The same brought up on paper horses in toy deserts with white ribbons raping little Suzyís perfect one hundred. And cheap was it, the red tears running when looks of 84 meet lips of 17 And this last notes to fake faces, the long heat-wave bodies, pink cheeked, yawning at simple pains, pale from late mornings and cold recovery poses. Itís the Saturday of small habits, where even the punks all confess ďit would never happen to meĒ Öbut it does. And here I am bleeding before yet another mirror. In this burn, singe still beyond expected unexcessive raptures of towel sky shrug motions. You can leave although the door is locked. Whoís the whore now? Spitting on another horrible cure as if it were a convertible social virus that believes strictly that there !
 is no such thing as weightless ankles or discomforts. And yes, Iíd love this mansion if not for the windows, to open halfway each morning just to close halfway each nightÖ

Shawn Denai

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How Much More
Edwin Flores
 
Nearing the edge of what divides
our breaking point of what does lie
inside ones heart and in ones mind
broken the feel and out of time
 
So hard one tries to keep the pace
harder to keep a content face
for  trouble stirs inside the soul
today our grasp has lost it's hold
 
Breathing becomes harder to do
life we withdraw from living too
depressed the state of mind becomes
of shattered hearts,  our will undone
 
To what degree can one succumb
intelligence becomes now dumb
for life has taken a head count
some M I A casualties mount
 
How much more the question asks
will one survive these storms that tasks
the will of some burdened by pain
insanity ruling now claims
another soul that once was sane

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Being out the best in me
for what the world has to offer
the unseeking children of tomorrow
will never know what today is
 
Thanks to you my friend
for this ungrateful favour
as you tried to destroy everything
that could ever give us pleasure
 
Bring back those lovely moments
where we all lived in happiness
and then we would not have started
this world full of destructiveness
 
No sense in repenting
we can only try and improve
give it all we have
and there's just nothing to loose.

Shanawaz Chandiwala

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the hurt the fright the getting forced onto the bed
the struggle the scared the knowing in your head
 
that what he's doing isn't right
although he does it every night
 
your so afraid of him that you just let him go
and he says that he'll hurt you if you let anyone know
 
so you keep it to your self, all shoved up inside
no one understands so you feel you have to hide
 
from yourself and others, from everyone
you know you need to leave, but don't know where to run
 
so you stay in your room with the bedroom door closed tight
awaiting is return and another painful night

Alyssa Olson

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THE WHISTLER
                           CAROL GALL
 
There is someone called God
he has fallen on hard times
In his torn and tattered coat
He stands and begs for dimes.
 
He hears somne whistling a song
He vaguely remembered the sound
Did not the angels once sing it
As bombs dropped, and man could not be found.
 
He had tried to help the world
He had tried and tried
But people would not, listen
He sat in silence and cried.
 
He had helped a lot of people
Souls  now, he was sure
For all that was left in the world
Was God and the whistler.

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Cry in the wildernessí
sarah jamil 
Tears stinging my eyes,
I listened to the cries.
 
The cries, which could shake a mountain,
Those of anguish, those of pain!
 
Allís gone now, nothingís left in life,
No use crying, no use to thrive!
 
Nothing works; allís been washed away,
Completely torn apart, cant find any way.
 
God! Why did u give me a brain?
If I canít think, if I am to suffer pain?
 
If I cant take my decisions, if I canít stand?
How it hurts, wish he would understand!
 
Just stuck here, canít find a way out!
Misery, distress, is it what lifeís about?
 
The candles, passed the night weeping with me,
Theyíll burn away too, and dark it would all then be Ö
 

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"hey daddy," I asked, "where has mummy gone?" Daddy didn't reply quickly, he really took his time. "Mummy's gone to heaven, sweetie. She's had a forceful life." I frowned at dear old daddy, not knowing what to say. "But..." I finally murmered, "Is heaven far away?"  "Yes," Daddy answered, not looking me in the eye. "When will mummy be back?" I pushed, not expecting him to cry. Tears ran down his face, and I finally knew why. "She's not coming back, is she daddy?" I sobbed, my eyes full of tears. "Oh sweetheart!" Daddy exclaimed, "I love you oh so dear." The tears fell down and tumbled down my cheeks. And from that day on I still cry, and I'm known at school as a freak.  Katie white

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A Reason
ivan  

If life is a game
then I'm so far behind, it's a shame
so leadership over it I have to reclaim
but my opponent cannot be found
when I need someone to blame.
 
I need a reason
a reason which can explain
why do I, in eternal sunshine
lead a constant life of rain.
 
Then one day
slowly and out of nowhere
the long-waited answer came:
 
What if the truth is a theory
I once thought was insane
and me and my greatest enemy
are one and the same?

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And Without Hope...
Jean Cyrille 
A scattered brain in a tattered frame
With a distinguished shame
And an extinguished flame
Sporting a stain that is regrettable
With a pain that is unforgettable
Yet change is inevitable
Life, like all things won't last
Strife, this too shall pass
Swept away like broken glass
Spoken fast was a malediction
Yet time will heal this foul affliction
Still he feels that hope is fiction
And benediction is not his friend
Honorable and glorious is not his end
God has a thousand angels that he will not send
With strength to defend him from many blows
At least this is what he thinks he knows
Ignorant of the fact that the only way evil grows
Is slow in the absence of the fire
He stands alone reeking of the mire
No longer speaking, He's seeking his sire
He tires, finding none to aid him
He's in want with no blessed font to wade in
Almost as if he was made sin
This is indeed a broken man
Without a seed or hope in hand
And without hope, how can one stand?

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I am the Lord of the universe.
I created man in my own image.
From my mouth sprung all of creation;
Seas, continents, humans, animals, and stones.
 
I am the lord of the morning!
I am the star in the heavens that blinds your eyes with delight!
I am the love that burns within your soul!
I am the joy that wells up in your heart!
                                                                                                                                      
With wisdom I doth rule the universe,
With justice I doth dispense with evil,
With grace I doth uplift the righteous,
With patience I doth wait for man's return.
 
Come to me and prosper beyond your dreams
With riches made from the tapestries of bliss!
Embrace me where the angels sing high praise,
For I have always been within you.

Noah Linden 

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"THE FAILURE OF I"
(Michael Edgar Rogers)
I have Lived without Friends
But have Existed without Love
Bereft of a Play Child
To keep me Fresh,vigor,Alive and Wild
The Pain of Yesterday still Haunts Me
Like a Ghost from a House
Wearing a Faceless Expression
As He dances around from Room to Room
I wallow in Eternal Gloom
Face Life without Couraage
But with a Broom,to Sweep Away the Drudged toils
Love could've been Mine,A gift from a Savant Up there
Waiting for Permission to sent An Angel down my Way
However..permission was denied
Another Failure of not Sweeping a Princess off Her feet
I could have been A Prince Charming for Her Lady Fair
Unfortunately,She would have no use for me in her Care
A Useless Ware in her Wonderland Fairy Tale
She would not want a Failure in her Jail
Dust and dirt from these Shaded Halls
A ragged Hoop Court for me to throw in the Balls
Instead of a Towel,I always end up Losing..Anyway
A tiny little Mosaic Painting of a Loser in Tears
Wearing out his Youth-filled looking Years
The Failure of I is Depressed in this World
Looking like A Charlatan,dressed like a Prince
Fooling Your Highnesses,just a plain average Chimp
Take not of my Folly
Learn from your Mistakes
Be not a Failure
Do whatever it Takes
Let Live and Sigh
BE NOT A FAILURE,I!!

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Emotional Scars
Aimee Etherington
She walked across the room, They sneered, they jeered and leered,
Her head hung past her shoulders, Her insides fill with gloom.
 
Her personality has left her, Just like all her friends,
She reaches for a knife again, Will she do it? It all dependsÖ
 
On her wrist there bears the scars, Of troubled years gone by, However she feels desperate, And really wants to die.
 
She is bullied day in day out, Death feels like an escape,
There is no one she can speak to, Except one faithful mate.
 
This one girl, thatís her mate, Sticks by her day after day,
She suffers the same fate, Because she is bullied too.
 
The reasons these two friends, Were so depressed they wanted death, Was because of crap rumours, spreaded lies, Be careful what you say and practice what you preach, You never know who you might hurt, No matter what your speech.

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MOMMY,MOMMY
LANCE D. CLEMENTS SR.
MOMMY,MOMMY CAN'T YOU SEE ALL THE HURT YOU'VE DONE TO ME?
I CRY IN THE DARK SO YOU CAN'T SEE MY TEARS AND INSTEAD OF SWEET DREAMS I HAVE PAINFUL NIGHTMARES.OH,MOMMY,MOMMY I DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHY MUST YOU HURT YOUR LITTLE MAN?PLEASE TELL ME MOMMY,WHAT DID I DO? TO MAKE YOU BEAT YOUR LITTLE BOY BLUE.YOU TELL ME TO FORGIVE AND FORGET BUT YOU TEACH THAT LOVE AND PAIN ARE ONE AND THE SAME IN THE EYES OF YOUR WOUNDED CHILD. OH MOMMY,MOMMY AS YOU LOOK DOWN FROM ABOVE DON'T YOU SEE MY BLUE EYES CRY OUT FOR YOUR LOVE? PLEASE MOMMY,STOP SLAPPING MY FACE IT'S ALL BLACK AND BLUE AND MY BLOOD I CAN TASTE. ALL THESE YEARS MOMMY, I'VE NEVER HEARD THE SOUND OF YOUR LAUGHTER OR A MOTHERS KIND WORD. TELL ME MOMMY,WHAT MUST I DO? TO MAKE YOU HAPPY CAUSE I WANT TO PLEASE YOU. OH PLEASE MOMMY,MOMMY STOP HITTING MY HEAD YOU'VE BROKEN MY BONES AND MY SPIRIT IS DEAD.
  MOMMY,MOMMY AFTER ALL YOU'VE DONE YOUR STILL LOVED BY YOUR LITTLE SON. AND NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP, I PRAY THE LORD MY SOUL TO KEEP I'M GOING TO DIE AND NEVER AWAKE, OH WHY COULD'NT YOU HAVE LOVED ME MOMMY,FOR GOODNESS SAKE?        AND MOMMY CLOSED MY EYES
                           FOREVER.            
              

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AGONIZING DECOMPOSITION
by Georgie Roomes
 
The pain draws me inwards
Like Iím attached to a rope.
I go further and further
Into the abyss with no hope.
 
I try to escape
But it just makes things worse.
I want to be rid
Of this eternal curse.
 
I plead ďLord, Help me,
Iím hurt cant you see?Ē
But I get no reply
So I crumble and DIE.

OPEN MIC ENCORE I July

 

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