OPEN MIC ENCORE II
September, 2004

OPEN MIC ENCORE I

GOOD-LUCK ISN'T FOUND IN THE BIBLE
BY DR. BARBARA ZINNAMON - AUGUST 7, 2004

I HAVE HEARD MANY FOLKS SAY IN THE SOUTH GOOD-LUCK.
I HAVE HEARD MANY PEOPLE IN THE CHURCH SAY GOOD-LUCK.
BUT, GUESS WHAT?
GOOD-LUCK IS FOUND NO WHERE IN THE HOLY BIBLE.
I HAVE FOUND WORDS LIKE LOVE IN THE HOLY BIBLE.
I HAVE FOUND WORDS LIKE COMPASSION IN THE HOLY BIBLE.
BUT, GUESS WHAT?
I HAVE NEVER SEEN, NOR READ THE WORD GOOD-LUCK IN THE HOLY BIBLE.
GOOD-LUCK IS NOT FOUND IN THE HOLY BIBLE.                   AMEN.

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Fury
Rachael Englebry
There is fury
calling screaming all the time
There is fury
in our hearts and in our minds
There is something
pushing us to keep on fighting
All i know is that
there is too much crying
And i try to find
some peace of mind
and i try to find
someone of my kind
Will anyone
come and fight
this fury with me
all i need
is human
 generosity

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alone in a cold dark room
staring at an empty nothingness
with eyes devoid of feeling, unmoving
one thing is left alive
tears flowing infinitely...

annaliza

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SHADOW
               Jo Grant
 
Today my name is shadow
I walk in the shadow of the big man,
who treads hills and mountains in paint
and canvas, revealing dreams to those that
can hear.
 
Today my name is shadow
a faceless image flickering almost there,
my words, lie like leaves fallen from a tree,
my hopes like the bud.
 
Today my name is SHADOW with mysteries no one
can see, no one can feel,
alone I glide through mists of life.
TODAY MY NAME
IS SHADOW.

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my life
misty
my life is like hell...
i feel that i'm always locked up in a sail....
 
the only thing mom dose is cry..
i just wish i could just die......
 
i hide all my pain inside ...
i never let anything fly...
 
i wish the end of my life was here..
its not like anyone would care...
 
and the day that i die..
no one will cry..
then that's when i will fly...

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The Sleepless Lullaby
paula panzica
One night I was sitting at home
When I heard the cries of a child
And a thunderous slap, boom
The echo filled the moon
 
I threw the cat off my lap
To see what was wrong
The lullaby his mommy was singing
Sounded awfully strong
 
Then the child screamed daddy no, no
And his tears filled the room
My head swelled with fears
As I sensed his doom
 
I picked up the phone
And dialed 911
A lady answered the call
And asked what was wrong
 
I gave her the address
She said the police wouldnít be long
So I walked out of my front door
Questioning where I belonged
 
Should I be in my home safe and sound
As a neighbor with my mouth bound
Unable to rescue this child
From his frown?
 
When the lights flashed about
I listened to the parents shout
BE QUIET NOW KID
And donít give us that pout
 
All looked copacetic
As they answered the door
A mommy and a daddy
Standing on the kitchen floor
 
The three year old crept up slowly
Under his daddyís arm
With watery eyes
Pretending there had been no harm
 
The police walked away
Knowing they hadnít been charmed
Yet they knew on the next call
They might need to be armed

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The Mystery of Life
Paolo
Is it Heaven or Hell?
Are God and the Devil friends?
I bet they break into laughter, together, scheming,
About their control of where all life ends.
Fear not for God walks next to you,
On your right hand side,
And Satan the devil chooses your left,
Good or bad both will always be your guide.
Would you like to hazard a guess?

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BLOWING THE LIFE AWAY
KATY ELOISE MURR
 
Every time I inhale
The thick smoky gases
I feel relief, stress floating away,
But,
Rather like my life,
Sipping from my fingers:
Every time I clutch the lighter,
I feel my will slipping away ≠
From the very thing which keeps me going,
My son
 
He pleads with me ďDad, just try, I canít make you!Ē
Again and again I hear his voice, and,
His anger at me, coated in constant appealing
But it wonít make much difference so I want him to know
 
I admit to my ignorance
The one thing I wanted to keep
Till I die,
But now, thereís no time for that,
So just to face it, you were right and
Perhaps
If Iíd wanted -
To stop, to give up,
To make life a little harder I would have
But I didnít and now I wonder,
 
If thirty-five years ago I did gave in,
Would I be where I am now?
Attached to a drip,
On a life support machine?

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why do we play this pointless game,
all of us living without a cause,
some of us killing without the shame,
living life when we all should pause,
taking in the breath of false warmth and care,
endless searching but never finding,
a reason to exist could not be more rare,
the path of life could not be more winding,
we all know and feel this sorrow,
that love in life does not exist,
suddenly ripping the light from day,
stray far from world and body do not resist,
we can never make the darkness go away,
but pain and sorrow it does create,
for too much stress,
already done we cant negate,
we lie and sin to clean the mess,
why do we play this pointless game,
all of us living without a cause,
some of us killing without the shame,
living life when we all should pause,
forget what you know is love,
and all embrace the hate,
enjoy the sight from the heavens above,
this is you're future this is you're fate,
in the end we all die alone.

Robert Rollheiser

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Dumbness
By  Lip  Sai  Lin
 
When  I  encounter
Sadness 
That's  other's  business
Dumbness  is  on  my  mouth
Which  took  the  sadness
As  mine
Because  sadness  comes  
Without  reasons
And  death 
Is  the  end  of  everyone

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FOR LESLEY
BY DEAN L. EVANS
DON'T CRY MY GIRL , DRY YOUR TEARS ...I'LL HELP YOU DRY THEM HUN...
THE NIGHT CONSUMES US ALL AT TIMES ....BUT MORNING BRINGS THE SUN...
AND EACH DAWN BRINGS THE PROMISE.."ALL IS WELL ", GO BACK TO SLEEP...
"I AM WAITING FOR YOU VERY NEAR" ,SO THERE'S NO NEED TO WEEP...
YOU AND I HAVE LOVED ONES LOST , IN THE SHALLOW POND OF TIME...
THE DISTANCE SEEMS FAR GREATER ,IN THE DEEP OCEAN , OF THE MIND...
WE'VE LOOKED AT TIMES FOR ANSWERS ,AND AT TIMES WE'VE BEEN CONFUSED...
BUT LET US NOT SAY LOVE WAS LOST, MISTAKEN ,OR UNUSED...
I SEND THESE THOUGHTS DEAR LESLEY , SO I CAN HELP YOU SEE...
WE'VE TOUCHED EACH OTHER IN A WAY , UNIQUE TO YOU AND ME...
WE'LL NOT LET MEMORIES OF LOVED ONES LOST, DRIP SADNESS IN OUR CUP...
YOU'LL MAKE A POT OF HAPPINESS, AND I'LL HELP YOU DRINK IT UP...

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Roses are red, flies are black,
I love you when you scratch my back
Angie Panfilio

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DEBT LIFE
      rian rigor
 
a candle gently burns
the hand of time swiftly turns
its life fades as it flickers
gives but gets none and withers
 
in the darkness it sheds its tears
solely it cries but no one hears

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Surrender Of The Soul
Lydia 
Softly, but surely, it flows
through her soul,
While emotions begin to lose all control.
Her breath becoming faint,
Her skin tingles cold.
Her voice, nearly choked, she looks to the
floor.
 
Eyes filling quickly with cold,
crystal tears,
Her heart beating loudly, revealing her fear.
Unable to lessen,
the pain in her head
Suddenly, silently she falls, and
surrenders her soul,
dead.

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NATURE'S TEARS
Erin Rosalee Randall
 
A yellow jacket hovers in the rain
under the petal of a withering rose
A blue tulip cries silently beside him
and no one but a blue jay knows
 
A few inches away a centipede crawls
toward nothing, lonely, afraid
A millipede wonders about fate, unknowingly
passing his brother in the dripping shade
 
Around the bend a bobcat shivers
sleepless in the frigid black air
A savage beast has killed his only son
and he whispers a lullaby-prayer
 
A silent man leaves his ragged tent
having nothing but the world to fear
No man has heard his stony cries
and he longs for the power to disappear
 
A weeping willow looks down with a sigh
at the grass laying flat at her feet
A dragonfly lingers and slips into the sky-
Natures soft tears are infinitely sweet

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 A Brave Teardrop
       Rachael

         When I was a little girl my mom always told me don't cry when i'm gone
         Now that she's gone i can see why she said that i miss her so much
         sometimes i wonder why she left me but now looking at the sky ill tell you why
         see people come and people go sometimes they cry and sometimes they dont
         but when you cry you only tire yourself and when you don't you only build up till you explode
         either way is the wrong way so instead i remember the good times and cry happily
         because now i remember the time she told me to be a strong little girl
         as a brave teardrop ran down her face!

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City OF Silence
shabinanawaz
City of silence where my loved ones lie
Where i will rest to when i die
I can hear the trees see the insects and
Feel the breeze
 
City of silence where we all will be if not
Today then some day,
we will lie next to our loved one's when we die
 
City of silence tell me what dose unfold
We are scared of the myths we are told
 
City of silence where my loved one's lie
someday I will rest thier to when I die

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The Lord of None.
 by H.S.Bremner Esq.
 
A question on an empty tongue,
A bell once all it's chimes are rung.
The perfume from a scentless bloom,
The dirty walls of vacant rooms.
Spectacles housing a broken lens,
An artists hands betrayed by pens.
Reflections without windows dark,
A child searching for a vanished park.
The hand that forms an unclenched fist,
A solitary lover's tryst.
The hollow halls of dust and bone,
The blood that stains a kingless throne.
Words spoken from a mouth so dumb,
The Prince of Nothing, Lord of None.

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HIDDEN TEARS
Kristin Beckwith
 
She ran in the dark.
She had nowhere to go.
Her life seemed to be falling apart.
Why?she wanted to know.
She looked in the mirror,
To watch the tears fall from her eyes,
When she saw the face staring back at her,
She wished that she could cry.
The bruises on her face,
The scars on her wrist,
She was sorry for whatever mistakes she made.
Whatever she did to deserve this.
Her scream echoed in the night,
Peircing the silence of the trees,
Holding her head up to the skies,
Wishing that she could see,
The real person inside.
Her heart is all alone.
Where could she find,
A place she could call home.
Hating herself,
For all those years.
No one could ever tell,
The truth about her hidden tears.

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BORN WITH A VEIL
by Joyce Elaine Morris
 
I was born with a veil, a caul.
Principally, thatís what my mother said.
Some call it a cowl: others a caul. 
This makes me special because of the call.
Essentially, thatís what my mother said. 
Initially, it did. I possessed the gift. 
I knew your future, I knew your past.
I saw things that you could not see.
 
Was the other side of light,
the source of my fears and anxieties?
Principally, thatĎs what my mother read.
Hooded, wielders, gory, and vile
constantly besieged by your arduous weight
crushing my chest, as I struggled to scream.
But I could not scream: no sounds could be uttered.
I couldnít yell, I couldnít breathe.
 
Pungent shadows still lie in wait.
Suspended shadows eclipsed by time
taunt me, keep me under surveillance
culling me; calling me, because of the caul.  

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one hand two hearts
         by death lace
            have you fallen in love with me
             how can i trust in love apart
           one hand our two become
                   two hearts still beating but as one
            are you mine forever ,balance ,life
         can i call on you ,will you come
          if life has lost its luster and the day turns to night
       if you come running my arms will be there
to make our bodies one

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DEAR CHILD

Dear child if you are reading this
Then you know I have passed away
Dear child please forgive me
For there are so many things
I wanted to say
Dear child I should have told you
I love you everyday
It is amazing the perspective you get
When you are dying day by day
Dear child I want you to know
That I will always be with you
And whatever hardship's that lie in your way
Know that mommy is watching over you
Each and everyday
Dear Child please try not to be upset with me
I have made arrangements so that
You will have someone loving you constantly
Dear Child it seems god
Had a different plan for me
I love you forever my baby you will always be

Jessica Morrow 

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(in)DECLINE
BY AARON J. MARKO
 
the ego
paradox
subliminal cutthroat
and red spills out on
the floor
it burns my nose
metallic
 
naked
fornications with the meat

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I met a boy. And to tell you the truth I wasnít just physically attracted to him from across the room. We were all laughing sitting around the TV at camp and in a weird movie-like way, I notice him and at that moment everything goes quiet. And there I was in that scene, where thereís the shot of that boy.  After that I just knew. I felt it. His presence made me feel electric. It felt so right, so perfect, and it just happened. Every summer the same feeling arose from nothing. I would go through days and months never thinking about him but then once weíd see each other he was the only thing on my mind. And every time we saw each other we both knew we were perfect, for you could see it in our eyes.  I saw it in his eyes no matter how much he tried to play it off.  I felt it. I really did.
         So this feeling never went away, and after a year went by I forgot about him.  Every once and a while I would smell the scent of dew and newly cut grass and Iíd think of him. I would remember how Iíd felt when I was with him and I would be happy, not really knowing if that feeling was real. He kept coming into my thoughts and so I decided to see him. He didnít live far, so I took a visit. There he was. His hair was longer, he didnít look that good, but by god, it was him. But something was different, he was much more shy, he held back.  When he embraced me it felt weird. How could it be weird when all we had done summerís past was laid in each otherís arms? Things were different.  But then they werenít. That feeling was back, and alas I was in love again. That shit just wonít go away.
         But now I see him, but not really. I can barely look at him. I want to see him but I donít. I want things to go back to normal but they wont. I want to talk like we always had but that just wont happen. Iíve spoken three words to the kid in one month. I donít feel it anymore. He kissed me and it was incredibly passionate but we were drunk and it felt wrong. I felt used, and Iíd never thought heíd be the one to use me.  And I think that's whatís it. All this time he treated me better than just some girl. He didnít want to hook up with me; he wanted me to be his best friend, a title far greater than girlfriend. Girlfriends come and go, but best friends are forever. Yet, I wanted him to treat me, see me, as he did about the girls he thought were cute. I wanted to be the apple of his eye. In some odd way I now see that I was, and what I wanted was rotten. He doesnít want me; he doesnít want to be close to me, he has denied me over and over. It hurts because although he has told !
 his friends that he has had a connection with me, its no longer there. I donít know if it ever was. Maybe I just made it all up in my head. Maybe I really did make him out to be better than he is like he said. Maybe Iím just a hopeless romantic who thinks her life is played out like a movie. I donít know. All I know is that I have two weeks before school, my summer is over, and I have lost the boy that Iíve been in love with for years. And the worst part is, Iíve done everything I could to win him over and he doesnít want me. I think this is karma, I donít know. All I want is just one talk, one amazing talk, where weíre lying in each otherís arms, staring at the sky, and talking about nothing. I loved that. I loved him.

emdog

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CHRONICLE
 -RASHIDAT ADERAMO.  
Though uncertain, I rummaged through the sack,
Scuttling through all I came by,
My life, my thoughts, my world and my future,
So much more I saw and so many I dispensed with.
 
Gradually I began to see some contents,
Appealing though they seemed, yet rot they were inside.
Rot and stale.
Oh, my much cherished past! How fast you have rot.
How so soon you have eluded me
Like a star falling from the sky, heading fast for the underground.
You eluded me so fast I didn't wink.
 
Now I have to scurry for the future,
This time, constantly keeping count of every step I take.
Never again shall I save a passing moment but I will forever relish the moment
And savor the memory some time anon,
For I have come to realise that life is to be lived as it comes; and never,
Never again will I use the sack!
      

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my cat is so wack
it leans against the wall,
lays down when it eats
coughin up hairballs,
all over my carpet,
I have to use a sweeper,
you want a f#ckin cat?
aint no way I'ma keep 'er.
Scrapes her butt on the floor,
have to get down and clean it,
you think i'm jokin cat?,
this time I mean it.
kick your ass through the tv
and toss what's left of you the trash,
tell the garbage man to fuck off
while he drives off, with your punk ass in the back.
Sianara, So long, See Ya, Goodbye,
I love you kitty kitty.....
I sure hope you don't die.

roofy 

                                

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Pugface, large face, what face?
Simon Villau
In haste, we all race
from which when who and where?
we know notÖ
from infantiles cradle to sealed vaultís rot?
 
The wingťd dreams of men doth fly
but end in flesh, skin and I.
It comes too quick but who is slick
that they should slide against
the rogueís scythe, not I say he.
 
His blade my flesh foth feel and
continue it til i repeal, thenÖ
then shall I have won that race?
or merely finished? Tis not a dream,
nor does it flyÖ
 
It ends in flesh, skin and I.

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Sticks and Stones
Kirstie 

Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me...
Wrong...
Words hurt.
Bones can be fixed...repaired.
Hearts canít.
Once you break a heart itíll never be the same again.
 
Remember that next time you scream and shout.
You sit there is Ďyourí chair all high and mighty.
As spiteful words spill from your mouth.
The gleeful look in your eye as tears run down my cheeks.
 
Tears I swore would never fall again.
I swore I would never shed another tear over your words.
But I failed.
Like you say I always do.
 
My failure is your greatest pleasure.
Itís your favourite sport.
Your favourite show to watch.
You watch me fall time and time again.
Itís the only time your truly happy.
 
Why is that? 

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SECRETS OF HER MIND
by: Lisa Taylor
 
The girl who stands
Alone but firm
And looks so content
You soon will learn
Has inside her the darkness
That goes unseen
Has inside her the darkness
Of every living thing
The most outspoken woman
You soon will find
Has more secrets
Than the rest combined
Though she said she told you everything
You should know, she lied
Because you will never know anything
Of the Secrets of Her Mind
 

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m_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
 
i stumbled upon you accidentally
lonely like a fist
breathing new air into me,
i no longer walk the asthmatic
i used to hate you for that
for in my despair i was unique
distant
pristine
just above conformity
now
i walk the walk and talk the talk
just like
every other
f#cker.
 
derekearlgarner

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Nation
Towanda
A nation which thought they were untouchable, had suddenly became the most vulnerable. September 11th wasn't just by chance, it was a plot that the enemy had strategically planned.  The wall around our nation was creeping with cracks and that's how the enemy came into attack.  He came through the front doors, because the back doors were locked, politicians and church leaders were to consumed with greed and stock.  The scandals the hidden sins, the wickedness within the white house and churches, people not caring about who they are hurting.  Of course the enemy had a field day, for he knew that the church weren't on their knees praying for they were to busy gossiping and slaying.
 
A nation divided, continuing hiding, their sins of omission, abusing positions.  Oppressing the people and distributing of wealth unequal.  Lack of compassion for third world countries, while children and families die and go hungry, and yet we're more concerned about our piece of the pie and will go to any length to manipulate and lie.  The watergate scandal, adulterous affairs, enron company looses all stocks and shares.  The exposing of church priests and their double standard life, molesting and abusing children, while confessing the name of Christ.  The cut backs and lay off's are all part of the cost, when a nation lets the evil one, control them and be the boss.

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HOME
Sherry Lofgren
 
I've waited for a long time
to know my goodness,
feel my strength,
and love myself.
I've cried
and blamed...
Screamed in anger and pain
Then slipped back into my own skin
Welcoming coming home again.

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SERENITY   
LaRue Donahue

                                                                   Couplets of morning doves are softly cooing.  Love vows to God they are renewing.  Songbirds sing praises of amen.  God receives our sin.  Crickets reveal sounds of peace and serenity.  Our God is their identity.  Mocking birds fly in peace and grace.  Seeking God's face.  The morning sun is at a distance.  Lights from heaven christen.      

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