OPEN MIC ENCORE III
June 6, 2004
Gory Soft Sooth
Black mist hangs over the walls
that trudge slovenly halfcast
Smile to the folk before
folk runs scared away from halls
of gory soft sooth
that live never embraced
gory soft sooth
gory soft sooth
of castle walls
that life never embraced
the window panes are gory
and never tell the story
never tell the unrefurbished story race through your trepidation
race down your money,
exhaust your zest
in goodness you'll shake
tremble covered in burials
vested in red overalls
vested in sorrow
your vested interest
trade your sorrow intraday
come what may
gory soft sooth
gory soft truth forsooth
buried here in the walls
avid haunting calls
Music to My Ears
The sound runs through your ears,
making feelings grow,
Music clams your mind and spirit,
and even your soul may know.
Music to my ears,
the lyrics passing by,
the son going piece by piece,
never tells a lie.
Music to my ears,
ticking time away,
Making people stick together,
Getting stoner every day.
" A CHILD HOOD MEMORY"...
I SEE YOU PUT THAT NEEDLE TO YOUR VEIN, I SEE YOU IN TEARS AND IN PAIN. I
WALK OUT THE DOOR WITH NO CLUE ON WHAT TO SAY OR WHAT TO DO. A YEAR GOES BY
AND YOUR STILL LIVING SHAME, WITH NO RESPECT FOR YOURSELF AND A BAD NAME. SUDDENLY,
YOU START TO OPEN YOUR EYES AND SAY TO YOURSELF NO MORE SPOONS, NO MORE TIES, STOP
BEING A JUNKY AND LIVING IN LIES, YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER TO HELP YOU AND A
GRANDSON TO MAKE YOU REALIZE, THAT DRUGS ARE GONNA KILL YOU & MAKE YOU
ILL, AND IF THAT DON'T DO IT THEN SOMETHING ELSE WILL.
You lured me deep into your heart's desire
Your sweet tongue, those melancholic sight
The reason why, I fear to know
For i might find my heart
Drowned in the arms of sorrow
You promised me a paradise
A heart that shall never know sorrow
The magic of love, the happiness it brings
Leads my heart tumble to the extreme
Lest I know the love I knew
Was love it was not
Lest I know the flowers in bloom
of white carnations, they were not
Dear God, Shower me strength
for shattered hearts, I met not before
Carnations of white may seem so pure and true
but death it might bring to you
SAILORS AND HELL GATES
(rIghT2 U,S. Sclevel Aunt)
At the beginning of sailing/all sailors are exposed/ to kill in a
"HARD" journey/ if in war they're off the "BOAT".
They learn to trAnSgreSs the limits/ if they don't know it THEY GOT!TO
LEARN/and if necessary go beyond limits/ with "bas ASS" power, if
Once again the blazing fire/ transgress the limits of all exposed/
with "jokes",with force,or proudly/ "some"! proof the
power that to us belong!
Their journey gets "HARD" like bullets/ to stop the enemies and just
like bulls/ and if necessary "go beyond" limits/ or far together and
all at once.
But isn't it great recognize them/and give them power, to "have our
backs"!/ but this is not only amazing/ is just "HEROIC" to
So there a "big deal of experience"/ if we got "graceless"
to understand/ that sometimes the blazing fire/ could separate families in our
We clearly could fight for freedom/ against the bad souls that "dares
us" fast/ and not only with many BULLets/ but bas ass power if
Once again they open hell's gates/ trespassing limits to defend all of us/
with "smiles", with force, or proudly/ we can not worry?/THEY HAVE
Dreary like the coffee bits
Sitting at the bottom of my cup.
Floating on an ocean
Of bitterness, just breaking the surface
To gasp for a breath of air.
Waiting, always, on the rainy days,
For the sun to come out and
Start the emptiness all over again,
Just when time seemed to have stopped,
And rotate in lonely space.
Meditating for the truth
If there ever was any hidden
In the ashes of our cruelty,
Floating in my cup of coffee,
RULER OF THE UNDERWORLD
jordan lee campbell
Death here, death there
Most certainly death within me
My heart as cold as an arctic night
My soul as black as the night
No light may penetrate it
No human may touch it
That is the reason of spiritual isolation
That is the reason of mental insanity
Like a curse put upon me
I rule the underworld
My sanctuary, my life
The only place I belong
My destiny is to reign supreme overall
All non-holy and swarm evil
All who wish or dare to challenge me
I am destined to reign all depths
All depths of the underworld
And destroy all who challenge me
All who defy my power
For I will bring about the end of life
The end of happiness and end the world
To plunge it into complete and udder darkness
And as I have lived my life
All shall feel my wrath and tremble before me
And all shall feel the pain I have suffered
Because I shall rule all and all shall be mine
All heaven, hell, and purgatory
All shall be under my command
And all shall bow before I
Or burn in the eternal depths of hell
Heather D. Garrett
Doesnít anyone hear my silent screaming?
Cuz, itís all I do.
A smile in place of a tear.
Donít you wanna know whatís wrong with my world?
A laugh in place of a sigh.
You slaughter my dreams and then ask me why I cry.
Iím trying with all I am to hold myself together.
Itís not working.
No one sees how broken I have become, because they donít take the time.
Reach beyond my surface and youíll seeÖ
What goes bump in the night,
Is my beating heart.
Realize, that thereís more to me, than what your eyes can see.
" GOOD BYE"
Slowly and slowly the night creeps on,
and all my wishes like a wind are gone...
I think of "YOU" but all on vain,
"Your"memories give me a lot of pain.
As if to say "you "are leaving this land.
"You"had loved me and so have I.
But now your eyes tell me "GOOD-BYE".
You said "you"were going and now "YOU'VE"gone,
though i waited for "YOUR"love so long.
But this moment I long for death,
though I've prayed for "YOUR"love,Im all alone as yet.
Inspite of all this for "YOUR" future life I wish "YOU"
"ALL THE BEST"
The light has gone out
My candles flame has disappeared
A chilling cold has drawn on me
There is no way to fight off this fear
Without a light to guide my life
To show the evils who lie and wait
Never to be shown by the light of day
Being their next target is my fate
But then you appear to light my life
My guardian angel through and through
I come to my senses and drop the knife
And thank God and give my life to you
For saving me for the terrible fate
That you had suffered at such a young age
As your breath was taken from your very body
When you died upon the desert sage
I know your one of God's special angels
And i will always pray on your heavenly grave
This Is Me
....By: Daniel John Boyd
These are the feelings that haunt me inside
The sadness of suicide
The thought just to die
As I cut my wrists the words spill on the paper
They come slowly but harsh
The element of surprise is in my favor
For I hide all I feel oh so well
Happiness is all they see
For they see the outside
The side I hate of me
I fear all the truth
It hurts me so bad
And I show my feelings
My feelings are sad
But when I am happy everyone is so glad
So why ruin the moment
For its all that I have
I want to cry
But I must hide
For my tears pierce the skin
Releasing all the pain within
So this what I fear
I will not begin
For this is me
A gun goes off
One, Two, Three
Too many times to count
People running, trying to get away
Children hiding in closets
Crying and begging for it all to be over
People waiting, hoping and praying
Out of the silence of the night
A mother's anguished screams
Cuts like a knife to the heart
A child lies lifeless like a rag doll
In the arms of a broken woman
Sirens wailing in the night
Giving those a false sense of hope
Knowing that when the police are gone
It all starts over again
Too afraid to talk
Too proud to leave their only homes
A gun goes off
One, Two, Three
Life is likeÖ
By: Crystal Elizabeth Fry
Life is like a war youíre born into
You start out winning
And you think youíll never lose
For the first 12 battles is nothing but happiness and glory
Then for the next few they start to get boring
You start to get cocky, thinking you can win them all
But than something happens to you and you start to fall
Some of your soldiersí start leaving, but you donít seem to care
Until you realize youíre left standing there
All alone by yourself and you want to cry
But you wonít, and you canít, because you have too much pride
Your world starts to crumble and you think itís going to end
Then you remember, you remember what the Bible said
ďI can do all things through Christ which strengthens me.Ē
You began to get happy and excited once again
You rethink the verse and you say you know you can win.
Twinkle twinkle little star
Why are you so much afar?
I lie down wond'ring in my bed,
My heart doth feel so much like lead.
Thou art wand'ring in the night,
I see thee shim'ring at Thy height;
So lost at the zenith of your glory
Do you not represent my story?
Twinkle twinkle fading star!
Thy face turns into a scar.
This ugliness doth scare
Those who long for thee despair.
Goodbye John Denver
by Susan Hooper
The spoiled specter
of my lover
with rattling bones.
With shimmer- sheen
of silky water,
feet trenched in sand-
low mottled moans.
And wispy ferns
and starfish wonder,
greet my journey
In the airless cool,
the creatures ponder.
Announce my death
in thundering tones.
the tragic day------
September 11th 2001,
The tragic day had just begun.
Our airplanes the terrorists into buildings had flung.
People were scared, some jumped from the sky,
Horrified we watched, you and I.
All the people in their streets sung,
For they thought a great victory they had won.
Thousands of americans lives were lost,
What an awful treasons act had cost.
United all americans stand,
Revenge all american people demand.
Soldiers they march gun in hand,
Terrorism these United States has band.
Those responsible how they will fall,
Our country will sing at last liberty and justice finally for all.
I sat one day dreaming
Of your gentle
as your pace
Long I have
You came and said
But then I
Who is she?
The shapeless reflection?
The lost girl staring back at me?
Her eyes, the blossom of roots too deep;
Telling tales of lost loves and broken promises.
Her skin, the carving of a painful past,
That no-one sees but her.
The cascading tears,
A waterfall of heartache,
Each one, the words no-one realized cut so deep.
And as she passes,
People close their eyes,
To blind themselves from what they hate to see.
ďLIVE FOR YOU ≠ DIE FOR YOUĒ
This sad rhythm - echoed in the sphere,
May spark turmoils in ocean of hearts;
I have wandered holding in my hands,
The dead body of scattered pieces of my life
Sometimes I am with it in the lonely jungle,
Sometimes I am in my own deserted courtyard,
I have reached to the unreachable corners of earth
I have reached to the unreachable heights of universe
I have reached to the deepest places of ocean
I have reached to anywhere to just have a glimpse of you
This sad rhythm - echoed in the sphere, may spark turmoils in clouds of
you discarding and running away from me,
looking at my poverty and leaving behind me,
while sleeping in silky quilts, never u forget,
The pleasure in torn blanket can you ever get?
Never, never, and never again will there be someone,
Who lives for u and dies for u,
This sad rhythm ≠ echoed in the sphere,
May spark turmoil in all the seven clouds.
Free Bagatelles by P1o
Cyclical Problem of Public Sector Firms
Amateurs from political deal try to obtrude
their naive faith on specialists.
The primacy of sociable instinct
Unclear Promotion Policy In Public Sector
Glooms of adherence.
When I was Alive"
A. Womack 5.10.04
Sunshine was so sweet
Seems the world was a different color
I could run all day
The world was so big
I don't feel welcome anymore
Overstayed, a common failing I have
Blood of the Dead
By Stien Feast IX
The pool fills further
We are almost there...
I'm gonna miss so many things...
Tell them I'm sorry
Tell them to be strong
Perhaps a better view from here, a basic argument is near
And no way out I see you calling
Backing up your thoughts with jawing
Please placate your present temper
Leave the rain to stormy weather
and leave me just another tethered
Fool among the garden soon
Iíll beg to please you more than once
But weíve now become a lazy bunch
Of foolish grunts of paltry size
The desert sands within mine eyes
Will soon go down the streams of sorrow
Your checks they swell and start to borrow
The color from your lips to show the anger as it starts to grow
A way in which I know youíve seen
A million times before this keen
And shallow reservation still
I hold back now through strained will
But the anger still grows arduously
As I recreate the night about the speech to which you gave to me
Land of Shadow
Against a pallid sky
Where sable towers reach forever high,
Lies a starless and sombre land
Beneath the dark lord's hand.
Here a shadow doth loom
An impending doom.
Amid an ocean of night,
Fell beasts take flight.
Death and terror they bring,
A great malice swift upon the wing.
Darkness is all I see.
Numbness is my only emotion.
The light of day is but a faint memory.
I feel Death's breath on the back of my neck.
Death's icy hand on my shoulder.
I see the life flow out of me,
And it doesn't phase me.
I feel so empty, so alone.
My life means nothing.
There are no images flashing in my mind,
As I take Death's arm into my own.
I slip away from reality,
And I like it.
you told me lie
i believed you
now i cry
now your gone
out my life
now i cry
cry for you
for the love you said you had
i seen her with hickies on her neck
why couldn't be me
now i sit and cry
my heart so full of pain
i want to run away
from foster care
from my life
i want to die now
as i cry
i cry for you
why you had to hurt me
my poor heart
my poor feeling
you took them away
i wish you would die
i wish you felt what i do
the feeling of my heart ripped
i cry for you
i cry like little baby
THE BEAUTY THAT STANDS
(Michael Edgar Rogers)
Eyes of Green
They sparkle with Fire
An Angel who Smiles
But,an innocent Desire
Madeline, O'Beauty, I See
Child of Jesus
Sweet Moment's Majesty
Fill up my Life
With Rainbows in Crayon
Kiss my Cheek with your Lips
Let us walk toward the Sun
Hair of Blossom Brunette
Caressing toward the Wind
Flaxen of the Shivering Kind
Open her up to watch her Unwind
More than meets Her Eye
So much to Ponder
Her Intelligent Mind
Will this ever stop?, its tearing me apart, having memories of you inside my
heart. Flash backs begin to start of when we were younger, now were older and
have drifted apart. Will these memories of you ever go away? Its causing me so
much damn pain. Should i just sit here and wait? wait for all of this to stop.
Well i've waiting long enough, to hear your voice once again, now im going to
make it all stop. Finally we've come to an end, where there's nothing left of
you and me inside my head. Its all comming to an end.
no time for tears, my sorrow is ending...
a time for peace where I shall be sending...
my thoughts aside and gone so slowly...
as I called for help, I loved life wholly...
its time to move on and rush to death...
this is good-bye, Iím out of breath...
oh cruel world... forget me not when Iím gone and dead...
weary my soul as I lay down my head...
buried under the earth and resting...
with maggots and worms feeding and nesting...
finally at peace with the last of my breathing...
please forget me not for i am leaving...
just a lost soul, my cause unknown...
here lived a man who stood alone...
in dark and light of night and day...
cold and lonely his body comes to lay...
so said my tombstone above the grave...
for everything I had, away I gave...
hold me tender, my last remark...
to the shadowy man, who looked so dark...
wait good friend, lets ask once last...
then quickly take my life at last...
good-bye cruel world, bye-bye, adieu...
but before I go, I ask of you...
for all I gave and lost thatís dear...
there's only one thing that I fear...
the things I said and actions done...
the summer days and winter fun...
was it all a waste, was I a fool...
no matter that, for thereís the rule...
your turn will come one day soon...
either sun up high, or below the moon...
when you ask the world that hath reject...
if ever so, not to forget...
the days we shared and sought to hold...
until our time should come when we grow old...
and start to see yet its too late...
we all shall die for thatís our fate...
but staring blindly, ask so fast...
that you not forget and our memories last...
so close my eyes I dare to say...
good-bye cruel world, and forget me not...
or at least forget me not today...
A broken Heart.
A fallen star.
A dashed dream.
Makes me who you see.
I'm not not and I'm not a boy.
I have feelings.
And here they are....
I do cry, and I laugh, I get pissed.
But no one seems to notice.
They all laugh at my clothes.
I wish they'd stop.
I know I'm different.
But I dont need to be told that.
I am depressed.
And I cut myself.
But no one really cares.
So I'll guess I'll leave.
It's better to be dead.... Than not needed.
So I'll leave you with these last words.
I cannot stand to breath again.
It's hard to help you
When your too scared to help yourself
Walking through life is so painfully true
It's hard to see you pull through
I know your trying to push yourself forward
But your cowardnes is holding you back from your destination
And hiding your courage inside you just makes you unhappy
So why be a coward if you have the courage inside you
Trying to fit in is like fitting an octagon into a circle, it doesn't
Your effort about it is too strong and it's showing on the outside more than
Which is tearing your sides apart
You try to be a stallion when people treat you like a mutt
Which tells ma..........................maybe he's they're the one
That needs the help.
DEAD AND GONE!
Staring at the world, through this door with glass no bars,
While sharing stories with some of the homeboys,
but, knowing deep inside their scarred.
So you listen and you try to help,
though you know it's all in vane,
cause a homeboy you just tried to help,
hung himself last night insane.
So you ask yourself, WHY OH WHY,
does life have to be so cruel,
to prey on the young and the weak at heart,
But in life there are no rules.
So day by day I pray for the strength,
and the hope that I carry on.
Cause you never know when,
when cruelty might win,
and leave us like my homeboy,
DEAD AND GONE!!!
Each day I sit alone in my cell
And hope that once, just once
Youíll come by and knock on my door
I sit still and wish that once, just once
Youíll call and apologize for not being able to come
But youíve never called nor knocked at my door
But I still sit there like an idiot
Waiting for you, and you wonít come
But still hoping that you will
And there I sit till night falls
And then I fall asleep
Still waiting for you
And my dreams are full of the days
We spent together, it seemed forever
And then somehow I feel at ease
The morning arrives and chases my dreams away
Then starts a new promising day
Lifting my spirits high, and again
I am waiting for a call or a knock
But you never come and I wish
I could tell that it is hard to keep faith and hope
That tires away at the end of the day
But you never knew and perhaps never will
Know how hard it really is
But if you happen to change your mind
Know that I am still waiting and
Will always be.
Grandpa why aren't you moving?
Why are you just lying there?
Why aren't you talking?
I remember when I came to visit,
I saw the darkness taken you.
Grandpa keep holding on,
Grandpa donít leave me,
Grenada keep holding on.
I remember when I came for Christmas,
I got lots of presents.
You should have saved you money,
So you came have a funeral for such a man.
By Tamara Beryl Latham
The ball of light that sweeps the sky may be
transformed to Energy, for they are one.
We cannot look upon it, maybe HE
said, do not look directly at the sun!
And so HE comes as Mass, we clearly see
HIM as our type, some say that HE is White,
but others who have seen HIM disagree,
and claim HE's Black or Asian from their sight.
We'll soon expire into spheres of light,
for mass reverts back to pure energy.
We'll learn why Einstein's formula was right,
and comprehend his depth of theory.
Each moon now formed contains the soul of one,
redeemed in revolutions 'round the sun.
This pain that I try to hide
Is locked up deep inside
The scars you can not see
You can not hear my plea
Always trying to pretend...
Knowing my heart will never mend
If i keep running away
Why would you not stay
You can not see my tears
And my cries you can not hear
Your arms i can no longer feel
My heart....will it ever heal
My soul is empty and cold
I believed the lies you told
How you will always love me
And now you are not here to hold me
My tears fall into my hands
Slipping thru my fingers like sand
My heart is overflowing with pain
Like a dam during stormy rain
Lightning crashes all around
On my knees i fall to the ground
I look up at the sky
All i can do is ask why
The pain comes pouring out
As i begin to scream and shout
Bottled up emotions breaking free
Tears flowing like a raging sea
I should have known right from the start
That you were going to break my heart
But i believed in your sighs
As i gazed into those hypnotic eyes
You filled me up with such happiness
Now i am left with only loneliness
Why did you do this to me
Take my heart and flee
Like a fool I believed
While all along I was deceived
Trusting words which were empty
Now my tears are plenty
My heart must now mend
Although the pain seems to never end
For I have to let you go
As these tears flow..........
Death To Anger
Randy Good III
I cannot fight this pain on the inside
I need someone in which to confide
I need to release all these thoughts of anger
So I do not put somebody else in danger
I see now why it is that people fear me
Iím no more than a bomb of raging fury
I could make it better by telling my thoughts
But my pride is a barrier and its making me nuts
Itís building in me, I can feel it grow stronger
The hate will consume until Iím me no longer
Iíll become the hateful one that I fear
Heíll take the wheel so that I canít steer
Thereís the shivers, such a friendly feeling
A sign that the hateful one will start killing
Heíll take all thatís good and return it tarnished
Iím afraid my relationships will need more than varnish
Iím sick of fixing all of his screw ups
Iím sick of being lectured, grilled and chewed up
I have to get all this stuff off of my back
I have to get rid of this beast of black
But Iíll just keep him bottled here for now
Maybe Iíll get lucky and heíll disappear somehow
Donít count on it though, Iíve tried it before
Heíll come back for more blood Ö and more gore
9-11 A COWARDS ATTACK
~By~Diane L. Pennestri
A fatefull day nine eleven,
a day that scattered our heavens.
All was at peace then came attacks,
from cowards behind our backs.
Both towers under the test,
from terrorists on their quest.
Fright had only just begun,
wanting the Whitehouse and Pentagon.
A husband on the phone to his wife,
saying goodbye to her for life.
All on his plane made a block,
when someone shouted,"Let's Rock"!
Holding hands jumping to fate,
their escape was too late.
Firemen and Policemen lost their lives,
hard as thy tried few srvived.
Husbands, wives, sisters, brothers,
aunts, uncles, children smothered.
Our country never the same,
the search is on for Saddam Houssein.
I want to cry
by Pamela R Smith
I want to cry,
But I donít know why.
Feeling so low,
And I just donít know.
I want to love him,
My new friend Jim.
I want to feel alive,
And I really do strive.
To be the best I can be,
But right now thatís not me.
I was a wife,
Who had a life.
But now Iím not,
Thanks a lot.
My husband died,
And I cried and cried.
by Chris Trammell
Moving in moving out
like a shadow keeping pace
never resting never sleeping
everyday another place
Through the moment it crawls
not to be undone
holding high above the heart
it's purpose for each one
Calling like a whisper
a breeze on twilight's eve
ever yearning for the soul
of those that will believe
Screaming my name
They hold me in their prison
Guiding my thoughts
Hiding the ugly truths
The sheer exhilaration of being in their care
A contentment like no other
Then they leave you high and dry
All alone, to fend on your ugly thoughts
And fuzzy feelings
They have stole your happiness
Only wanting them even more
Wanting that feeling
Knowing they will do it over and over
Trying to let go but realizing your in a losing battle
They have claimed you for eternity
Nothing can take their place now
They wouldnít have it any other way
YESTERDAY I WAS BACK THERE AGAIN
yesterday i was back there again.
yesterday i was that girl again,
oh how iloath her,she is pitiful,
she is a mockery,
- she's a joke.
yesterday i was that girl again.
after years of mantras, positive affirmations,
and all that ying-yeng,i was her again.
yesterday i was that girl sitting in the corner
waiting to be noticed.
they say the darkness causes fear of the unknown-
to be honest light is far more inductive to fear.
to have all my insecurities laid out for the vulture that is society
is simply conduct unbecoming.
yesterday i was that girl again, i feel so ashamed because i was her again.
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