OPEN MIC ENCORE II
By David Lee Ward
Thoughts of what could have been,
That never came to pass…
Dreams not made reality, as seen
Through rose colored glass!
When one is young regardless,
Of how humble their origins sprung!
When told to believe in their ability, less
One more life will be forever unsung.
Hard work and desire will accomplish,
What your lack of social stature cannot!
Though I believed I know now how childish,
This lesson I never forgot.
Cynical am I and full of regret,
For my dreams could never have been,
Of great pride to me and allow me to net,
All things believed that should have been!
NEW YORK THEN
Ludwig Jan Jordan
I felt tepid tears of New York city
invigorating oases of green islands, pulsate fountains
forlornly occupied benches
and railing from steel
in embrace of civilization metal sculpture wild animals
and stream human beings in every course
I felt tepid hearts
son and motherhood who lost father
felt tepid tears dry and dead beat eyesight
radius turn curve no-dial being how telephone number
and yet them it go out
and yet them it go out
beyond not fly
thousands soul victims and child of children
in foliage sun shining
even leaf rose spanning lament
to honour life and deaths
I hated the incessant chatter of that dream, that dream.
Hope tirelessly anticipating & reality forever frustrating.
So I killed it! I choked the life right out of it & buried it's remains
deep, deep down,
Then I longed for the clamor. The whisper, whisper that filled the ears of my
heart. I yearned for the ache of that pain, sharp & delicious. Throbbing,
throbbing. The pulse that reminded me I was alive.
Once, I thought...Where do dead dreams go? But, now I know, I'm sure I know!
They're divine, resurrecting from the dead, a ghost invading your head.
Echoing for eternity... "REMEMBER ME"
I sit at home nothing to do.
So all i do is think of you.
I think so deeply I have no mind to spare.
Thoughts so deep its as if I were there.
I think ahead to an older age.
I see myself and I am in a cage.
This cage is special, it is of my making.
I made this cage to stop the aching.
Its in my mind what should I do.
All I know is it keeps me from you.
I broke this cage, for good i hope.
But now I know, it is myself I broke.
The cage showed me what I did not behold.
It makes me work for them untill I am old.
I wish i could take the cage, just throw it away.
But just like my love for you, it is here to stay.
I will die in this cage, that is my greatest fear.
But i pray the day i die is not very near.
Why does it hurt, When it shouldn't at all?
Why do you cry, When you don't even fall?
Why should it matter, If your the only one who'd care?
Why would you worry, If she still was there?
Why would you bring up,
something that never goes away,
Why would you do it,
if it just pushes me away?
Apologies aren't the same,
if you've said them all before,
Anger and sadness isn't worth it,
When other emotions are so much more.
Even if it's petty and doesn't mean a thing,
Its still what I feel inside and what I keep within.
It's not going to matter,
I promise not to mention it again.
But what I feel inside,
Will build up in the end.
-REALLY DOES MATTER-
A SIMPLE CHOICE
Days gone, time past,
never to come back.
Staring silently against the wind
shall I ever see again?
My hair whips my face as I stare down the road.
The road to no where in my mind,
to where I hope to never find.
Never find the bad news,
never have to lose what I choose.
As my heart cries out to take a new path,
I wonder, will I ever come back?
Will I ever return to this forsaken place,
where I can no longer see my true face?
Where my real identity is hid from others,
in the bed,
under the covers.
A simple choice I could make today,
do I hide it all or just walk away?
The cool embraced mortality
Has never been so divine
Take a look around tell me what you find
A knife, a razor blade, a piece of mind
Find a way to internal
This is were you’ll hide
I waste yet another day
ignite the potential of
how did you find me
amidst my secret hiding
place that is no more?
From the road, street light
Glares harshly on this small house,
No longer my home.
This depression keeps building up inside my head,
The voices are getting louder as i lie here in my bed,
I cannot fight them, for they'll always win.
I can feel them tug, from underneath my skin.
I cannot escape them, for they always within.
I take control and slit my wrists,
I watch the cold blood drain, smiling because i feel no pain,
Tingling is all, with this sensational bliss.
The creatures are dead....
From my deadly kiss
I'm Ready To Leave
I'm ready to leave, I don't want to try anymore.
I can't handle it any longer, my pain is too great to ignore.
I'm going far away, there's nothing anyone can do or say to stop me.
I'm sorry I can't stay, this is how it must be.
Never doubt how much I love you, and know the fault is no one's but my own.
I just pray you can one day forgive me, for leaving you all alone.
This is the only way I know to end, the guilt and depression that with I
You'll be better off without me, then a for a chance for happiness you'll have
Although you'll never see me again, please do not grieve.
I've destroyed my life and reasons to live, and now I'm ready to leave.
It all started on September 11th, that horrible day
That all those lives were taken away.
Now because of Iraq we all went to war, I mean Osama is the one we should
blame. His name is appearing everywhere I go on cars, shirts, every where I
look its Osama, Osama.
They know we are going to beat them but only by God's will.
That's why Americans pray to try to get us through this war.
The war started on March 19, 2003 while I was at home. It was on every News
channel, I tried to flip around the channels to try not to think About this
But it kept going through my mind like it was my fault.
Since then I think the world has come together.
We rely more on each other then we did before.
I hope you know what we're fighting for.
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom i say. That is what everybody wants today.
Some people don't have it, some people don't care.
But me, I thank God everyday for putting me here.
So I hope you don't take you freedom for granted, because you never know What
could happen today or even tomorrow. So please pray and thank God Today. For
what he has given you.
the western mind in total,
is infested with a "pest".
"the incurable pest" of "greed".
the "illness" was discovered,
in the laboratories of the diseased
and is named, "consuming sickness".
"the illness" effects such people,
with symptoms, which turn them into
"puppets", attached to the string of
their widespread, sickening misery.
Throughout a dark, black forest, I walk alone, feelings of loneliness and despair
drill me to the bone.
As I walk, the demons are tearing at me, in a desperate struggle to claim my
soul, why do they do this? I only wanted to take a stroll.
I trip over a dry rotted log, and the trees seem to shake with laughter and deceit,
but no matter what goes through my mind, i'll always step back up on my feet.
They can put the burdens and weight on my back, because on the inside, I know
I have the strength that they think I lack.
But here in this forest is where I am meant to stay, and now instead of
laughing, the trees begin to sway.
They can see that i'm changing, and i'm not changing for the good, I tried
everything, i've told them everything that I could.
They're all running from me now, trying to escape, but they can't, and i'm
tired of all the pain.
By Randy Lane
Blessed is he whose
found the key
to open up the door
For in will come Father
to live forever more
Giver of light restore
to gaze upon your golden shore
Now saved from sin my
when I open up the door
crying, screaming, fighting
I'm tired of hearing it ever night
the crying from my mom pierces my heart
I squeeze my eyes
shut them tight
and try to hum and drown out the noises
but it's still there
I'm beginning to become so numb to it already
a thousand tears cried but it didn't change anything
so now when i try to cry nothing comes out but anger
i'm not happy anymore like I used to be
i'm not myself anymore
i've become a stranger
When you look in my eyes, tell me what do you see?
Am I frightened or scared, what is it about me?
Can you know how I feel, that I tremble and I shake
With each blow that I'm given I quiver and I quake
Trying to show no emotion, when feeling such pain
You never leave me alone, just torment me once again
I want to disappear altogether, curl into a ball
Then maybe just maybe, you won't see me at all
Deep down right inside me, I'd like to hurt you so bad
So you can feel what I'm feeling, so alone and so sad
What hope for the future, how will it all end?
The damage that you've done to me can it ever really mend?
i lay in my bed with a tear in my eye..
i lay in my bed with a tear in my eye
i said i was over you, that was a lie
When we're out on the town and you flirt with guys
there's a bit of my heart that withers and dies
The one heart on earth reserved only for you
our love could have blossomed, if only knew.
I'm so scared of rejection and losing a friend
so all that i do is just hide and pretend.
If life was simple i could carry on the charade
but knowing what i know, it would be too hard.
See you know i love you but keep me a friend,
let me watch you with others, is it hurt you intend
my tears of sadness are beginning to dry
as i realized just now its all been a lie.
No perfect love, not even a kiss,
what could have been, i'd be foolish to miss.
The aroma belonged to the kilter state of well-being
Improving as such as her charm does with a flourish
As Winnie the witch simmers a caldron now brewing
'ladle a scoop', what princes to toads would nourish;
Bubbles an ocean in an encore of a variety of things
As her book of spells refresh possible items to add
Harden a connoisseur's taste buds, with bat wings
Frogs spawn, and other sinister reminders of bad.
BEFORE AND AFTER
by Sofiul Azam
1999. The Padma sliding by Rajshahi,
some space of silt like a leviathan’s back,
over there the mica eager for pranks
glittering like stars in the autumn sky;
at twilight the scene of saffron on the blue,
kids and couples found courteous for chit-chat.
Strange that I gibbered and found high chances
to relapse into grief too cruel to tolerate:
the lubberly profanity for a sort of hell,
the running away from study like a truant’s,
the academic failure at the University,
the continuous scolding from my parents,
the heavy tidings of despair from all sides,
the silent crying in nakedness in my bathroom,
the living together with nightmares,
the urge to dive into the pool of oblivion.
Ah! my head of black wires was anchored
like a ship freighted with goods at Chittagong
and bitter thoughts infiltrated into it were
as heavy sacks of imported wheat.
2004. Now I have finished my running back
over the grievous past with intent to designate.
I fill my life’s lexicon with experiences
the past brings no good for the future.
I stick to all the mizzled protocols in life,
just to make the best of my way home;
gentler than before to thank all helpmates
who lent me handkerchiefs to dry tears.
(for Rubaida Akhter)
SHE IS GONE
She’s not breathing!
She’s not screaming!
She’s not breathing!
She’s not living!
God! Look at what they’ve done!
Look at what they’ve done!
She is not here anymore!
She is NOT here anymore!
My God! She is gone!
She is gone!
They fucking killed her!
THEY F#CKING KILLED HER!
She is gone.
For no reason at all!
For no reason at all!
In my dream world
There is a reality.
A world I would like to live in
The perfect place for me
For everyone else
It goes unseen.
In this dream
The sky is pink
The moon is blue
The grass is purple
And the sun is green.
And the weather changes with my mood.
If I cry it rains.
If I want sun it shines.
If I want snow,
Snow is what I'll get.
If I want a Storm,
I'll get the most
Beautiful storm ever.
I'm not the queen.
I wouldn't want to be.
But I am loved
By everyone who sees me.
No one calls me a liar.
And I eat my favorite foods everyday.
But this is only a dream,
And in my mind it will stay.
Sometimes i hate this world,
I have to put up with every day.
When i need it
I'll travel to my dream world.
Today my name is shadow
I walk in the shadow of the big man,
who treds hills and mountains in paint
and canvas, revealing dreams unspoken
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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