HOW BY SATHEESAN
Have a nice day.
How?
Drive safely.
How?
Safe journey
How?
Breath fresh air.
How?
Take care..
How?
Children be happy.
How?
Be free.
How?
I love you.
How?
Free ways.
Not at all free.
Toll free.
Not at all.
Free world.
How?
Free zone.
How?
World is a safe place to live
Oh yes. How?
Is this a poem?
How?
all the Hows adds up to
How How?
Because
nothing is affirmative
in our hands.
HUMAN THOUGHTS BY ALYCIA MAE
What is it like to be TRULY beautiful?
The answer is just like the answer to the question of "why are we here?" We don't know. Beauty isn't something that satisfies the eye of the beholder. Like perfection, we strive for beauty when we all know its a horizon that cannot be reached. Models are a prime example of beauty that is FAKE. The pictures we see on facebook are there to make us feel ashamed of our bodies and worthless. True beauty comes from within. Its all a mental issue. When we think of mental issues, we automatically assume we're CRAZY and that's not the case. We all have insecurities, but does that make us crazy? Nope. To acquire true beauty and comfort in your own skin, we must accept our flaws. Simple right
MUSIC BY ZONKE
music brings joy to all of our hearts.
Its one of those emotional Marta
Sounds of melodies that we truly adore
brings us pure pleasure
as our spirits do soar
Mystic that touches us
we cant help but smile
we free to choose genre or style
music dearly enlightens our days
makes us happy in so many ways
FASHION DESIGNER BY STEVE
Every clothes loving girl,
Wants to be,
A fashion designer,
Of the highest quality.
To design for the rich,
Design for the poor,
Design for the famous,
Then design even more.
Design a new pair of jeans,
A nightgown or two,
Design a dress for me,
And then a top for you.
Think up the latest fad,
Make a magazine as well,
See your ideas on the catwalk,
Before they go to shops, to sell em!
BETRAYED BY NANNETE
Just when you think you know someone
is when you find out you didn't really
know them at all.That's what happened
when I trusted my best friend with my
husband.I came home one day from work
and she was on my telephone talking to
my husband long distance.I heard her
say to him that she enjoyed what they
did last week,the girl's a freak.
She told him it felt good when he was
coming from behind.I was surprised to
find out it was video taped which she
did rewind.Everyone on my block knows
she had an affair with my husband.
I just don't understand why I let my
friend around my husband,but never
again will this ever happen.
FOREVER CONNECTED BY JENNIFER LIN SARGENT
Every moment we spent together
Has touched our lives, our souls forever
The things that we shared and learned
Is permanent growth that we've earned.
The person that I have grown into today
Did not get there by chance, no way
I am who I am partly because of you
And you are YOU because of me, too
The changes I see
and what I have learned about me
are a response to how we affected our lives
and what we discover in each others eyes.
It is uncertain if we have to part or one day live together
Either way, we have touched our lives forever!
No matter what the future will show
No matter what we are told.
We are connected on such a deep levels
That no one can remove that, not even the devil.
Our feelings might be different a year from now
But you are part of me forever somehow
A part of me will always be you
and a part of you will always be me.
no matter what happens ,that much is certain
our souls are one until life closes the curtain.
I will love your forever
For worse or for better
You are tattooed in my heart
And nothing can tear our souls apart.
I will never forget you
For my love is honest and true
EVOLUTION OF A HUSBAND BY NIEL GRIFFITHS
I am a poet...
I write things that make you think about things
and after contemplation you realize life is about love
and all the joy it brings.
my life is now about me.
so in turn this means you.
cause being a real husband is more than a ring
and meaningless words I do.
it's about giving you what I can,
and obtaining the things I can't.
Being your every-thing
is so much more than just being your man.
its being able to hold my tongue,
when all you need is my ear.
its being a million miles away from you
simultaneously being here.
it means altering a few things,
to make the relationship work.
it means changing the way I do certain things
cause I'm tired of seeing you hurt.
it means taking full responsibility,
when I want to scape the goat.
true love means double checking myself
those times when you pull my coat.
Yes... I am a poet.
but first and foremost I'm your man.
and sometimes things are so important in life
that they just don't have to rhyme...
I SORE YOU BY BRITISH GERALD
I saw you
but you didnt see me
I was sitting in the tree
legs over the branch
leaves whistling to me
birds singing to me that morning
his car drove up , I woke up
the doors slammed shut , I was quiet
I listen to him say he loves you and you are his heart
he said that he wanted to marry you and start a family
I stayed quiet , your faithful boyfriend in a tree
the leaves kept whistling to me
the birds were still singing to me
then I jumped down from that tree
i startled you both and it was funny to see
then I looked my girlfriend and you in the eyes and said
I wish you two a great marriage and I was free
easily
A SECRET
A dark lingering secret,
Kept from the world by a hidden soul.
Deep and dark the secret lies
In a heart of a woman that struggles.
Though her past unknown, and secrecy
her friend.
She manages to keep this secret within
Its killing her; will she tell this tale or
will she sit there and carry it with her till
Death.
As she sits in despair, will she allow this secret
To be her end or will she tell us
Like a good friend
Then suddenly she gasped and tear drops fell
It was I!, It was I, who watched my husband die
Fed up of the constant abuse
I put my knife to good use
And i slowly watched him move on on
Beyond
I reflect at a mark woman,
Her days of bravado are behind
But now a grave; a survivor
The secret is no more!
But is shared
Throughout the known world
WISHES BY KATHERINE GREEN
One was happy,
Spreading joy with love.
One was loved,
Was reminded everyday.
One had everything,
Nothing was at miss.
One was smiling.
Constantly shining bright.
One was laughing ,
Everyone around joined.
One was dreaming,
Everything was prefect.
One was smart,
G.P.A. read 4.0
One was attractive,
Crystal clear skin.
One was popular,
Others admired that one.
One was respected,
Never hassled one bit.
One was wishing,
That just for,
One day…
This would
All...
Be true.
HOW DARE I BY BETHAL
I was born with my own ability to think.
How dangerous,
holding it to grow inside.
Letting it wash upon my every penetration to life.
I never let the whys dry.
I let my questions scare me into rooms off limits and drifting,
because I feared everything infront of me as I breathed.
Yet it glowed into my eyes like a magnet,
I deeply needed to know why the darkness of the figures had to hide.
Every second of bound living, scared me, waited for unroping death.
I was only three and I knew it then,
staring down the hall upon the entire world at my feet.
Forming my tiny short outlook,
setting a million baby steps out to the great reach.
This place I too far comprehended, in its terrible definitions.
Blinding my face to the ceiling,
over the bulbs tap.
I still hold today.
The pulsating pierce stinging of every bodies throb,
and I never uttered it out loud to anyone.
That position is a bad one,
walking myself into terms, with a red target on your back.
It's better to act like you've got nothing too shocking on your mind,
by the great minds that catagorize how we think, to define.
How dare I show these cracks,
a heart cemented under a boot, squooshed splat.
F*ck that.
Superiourity telling me, I have not that option to embrace.
There words looping in repetition everyday.
Into place,
but this thinking is not my way.
So why do I take it?
I taste nothing made whole in that,
spreading judgement,
sprinkled by a cherry quick stamp.
Dare I think too far along,
slamming an answer to the problem.
Done.
but the truth is the problem wasn't even seen.
You have to live with if from all soaking angles before you take a moment to open your mouth,
to move in and out, erringly I breathe.
How dare I say what creeps into my soul,
and walks a darling cute shake to my certified birth.
Can I turn from the system, a misguided worth, tiptoeing off the hand.
Getting up again, to the lies inside and outside my confuzed securities.
Being forced to eat.
Until I'm used to the process, to be able to do it myself, automatically.
Kissed with a goodbye,
while I feed back upon the world,
what I was fed everyday.
The cycle raping the better innocent to wage.
I look to my wrist,
yet I don't have this was born with my own ability to think.
How dangerous,
holding it to grow inside.
Letting it wash upon my every penetration to life.
I never let the whys dry.
I let my questions scare me into rooms off limits and drifting,
because I feared everything in front of me as I breathed.
Yet it glowed into my eyes like a magnet,
I deeply needed to know why the darkness of the figures had to hide.
Every second of bound living, scared me, waited for unroping death.
I was only three and I knew it then,
staring down the hall upon the entire world at my feet.
Forming my tiny short outlook,
setting a million baby steps out to the great reach.
This place I too far comprehended, in its terrible definitions.
Blinding my face to the ceiling,
over the bulbs tap.
I still hold today.
The pulsating pierce stinging of every bodies throb,
and I never uttered it out loud to anyone.
That position is a bad one,
walking myself into terms, with a red target on your back.
It's better to act like you've got nothing too shocking on your mind,
by the great minds that categorize how we think, to define.
How dare I show these cracks,
a heart cemented under a boot, squashed splat.
F*ck that.
Superiority telling me, I have not that option to embrace.
There words looping in repetition everyday.
Into place,
but this thinking is not my way.
So why do I take it?
I taste nothing made whole in that,
spreading judgement,
sprinkled by a cherry quick stamp.
Dare I think too far along,
slamming an answer to the problem.
Done.
but the truth is the problem wasn't even seen.
You have to live with if from all soaking angles before you take a moment to open your mouth,
to move in and out, erringly I breathe.
How dare I say what creeps into my soul,
and walks a darling cute shake to my certified birth.
Can I turn from the system, a misguided worth, tiptoeing off the hand.
Getting up again, to the lies inside and outside my confused securities.
Being forced to eat.
Until I'm used to the process, to be able to do it myself, automatically.
Kissed with a goodbye,
while I feed back upon the world,
what I was fed everyday.
The cycle raping the better innocent to wage.
I look to my wrist,
yet I don't have the time,
but I kept waiting for the real world to start ticking away the lies.
As I let mine fall openly to all I share.
When people would grow, a little, to a lot, with it's aware pounding against their ribs.
And it's getting on,
these days.
Looking around themselves, feeling so much, unsaid going on.
Everything seeps into everything else,
I f*cking love this unblocking new paradise of hell.
Yet I regret saying this already,
I am so sweet,
but the world finds me more suiting to coldly lick my tears and suck me.
Dry,
and I don't mind sometimes.
I am skin and bones, and I don't complain with my mouth,
so I just write.
I sit with my darkness and stare at my light,
I never looked up to anyone.
I illuminate my own night.
As I just listen to my little love, shaking it's knife inside.
The center of my ribs,
and its never let me down.
I smile the simultaneous ecstasy of excruciating pain,
opening every door of rapture.
I hope forever, I feel this way.
FALLEN BY SEAN BANKER
A step away, to what distance do I strive
Farewell beloved ones, for I have never lied
My words I've spoken...erased, yet promise be made
Forgotten memories, simplistic say, my life to fade
Further thoughts, led by a questionable plause
Arrogance will stay alone for a fool to cause
Such perception that one would find true
I'm sorry, perhaps I've spoken words I never knew
A future...it is bleak; we can only go so far, then none
To tears, a quick ending, to life, it's already done.
I must strive for valour, I must breathe the day
Waves always crash the shore...never the same way
To ignore brings pity to self, listen to the call
For my life to move on, I must not fall
MY DAY TO PRAISE BY ANOFF AKONNOR
a new day;
my God, it is morning again!
And my lungs are being filled
as though my body knew no pain.
I could feel the burden of the day
that i slept away, no more.
When I cried yesterday,
in my sleep, I prayed,
and He comforted my heart;
He said, He has taken my shame away,
He said, He would never pool away.
So when my lovers take turns in disappointments,
He embraces and we spend the time in His apartment,
the one David said was filled with joy and fulfilment.
So maybe this time, today,
I’ll call by His place,
not to ask for His face again
nor to crave His unending presence,
nor to request for gifts;
this is my day of praise
towards the only real friend of grace,
my Maker, in heaven above.
POLAR BEAR BY DAN BROWN
A polar bear cut adrift, sat upon this icy rift
Back and forth the bear dose pace
Cannot shake the expression from her face
All lost at sea, not content, No means of escape she can invent
All she has is the ice to keep her hopes, her hopes alive
Her thirst is quenched that is good, but she’s not getting all she should
She can’t jump off into the sea, she has cubs, she has three
So she sits upon the ice, day by,day by day by day.
The sun sets deep into the artic void, Hunger pangs growing! hard to avoid
She settles down for another night and wonders what the next day might?
As day breaks golden sun beams wash across the floe
The warming light hits her fur, the warmth of the light
I WONT CHANGES BY CHARLOTTE A
I won't listen anymore
Your lies won't be heard
I'll lock you up, destroy the key
Won't let you speak another word
I'm done with your madness
I'm sick of your game
No longer want to be the monster
That because of you I became
This time I'll live for me
I'll show what I can do
I won't fall for your tricks again
Now I know that your words are untrue
I'll finally spread my wings
And fly away from this place
This time you won't stop me
You can no longer hold me in your cage
SITTING IN UNUSED LIGIRIE BY SKYE CLINE
Sitting here alone,
in lingerie never used.
His feelings were made known,
Heart forever abused.
I gave all that I had,
Taken by death, sorely missed.
Made him forever mad,
Never again to be kissed.
Our love shattered,
Just like a broken glass.
Do I still matter?
Or am I just a piece of *ss?
Alone and wanting,
With nobody to love.
I now find life very daunting,
There are no doves.
Sitting here depressed,
in lingerie unused.
With Nobody to be Impressed,
Heart still feeling abused.
THE REGIME OF CONTEMPLATION BY RICHARD STEPHAN
There is infinitely more than the things that meet the eye
In addition, so much more than the sounds you hear
The sweet and sour taste in your mouth, smell in your nose
The touch, the feeling of your hands and emotions.
Like a virus, all you need is one cell to replicate
The AIDS of your nucleotide is mitochondriac momentum
Noone knows what it takes to stop suicidal DNA
You can only watch it work, see it's effects on the genome.
It's a rhythm and beat of the acid which floats in space
On planet Earth, it looks you in the eye and laughs
Until the Truth comes out of the messy cosmic soup
You think that a loving creator has the back of the group.
But there is nothing, no savior, no personal deity in sight
A chimera all in the mind which doesn't matter at all
Your mother, father, sister and brother are atomic clay
An accidental conglomeration of time and space dust pall.
NO MORE BY M SMITH
My mind can’t conceive
Heavens beauty that awaits
I can only sleep and dream
Until passing through the gates
My heart will burst with joy
Pausing, before going in
I’ll lay my burdens down
Never to carry them again
In Heaven there’s something else
Something precious we’ll adore
God’s mercy made Heaven to be
The land of forever no mores
There’ll be no more heartache
No more pain, not one tear
Burdens carried on earth
Will be no more carried here
No more sorrow, no more hurt
No more death, nothing to fear
No more darkness, no more night
Jesus the light, bright and clear
No more sickness, no more aches
No more worries to pace the floor
God has prepared for us a place
A land of forever no more
GROWING UP BY M SMITH
Not looking for sympathy
Not writing for attention
Just continuing to heal
With much apprehension
Growing up with a parent
Addicted to a bottle
Was a road to disaster
With a wide open throttle
To drinking add abuse
Mental illness and neglect
Collectively molded by
A dysfunction architect
Raised with not just one
In my family it was all
Afraid in my own home
Always afraid I recall
The boy inside me left
My emotions left too
The beatings and neglect
I buried out of view
So much damage was done
I could never even explain
All the buried past emotions
Still there, they all remain
Even though I’ve shared
All that happened to me
Today my family thinks
Behind me, it should all be
If it was just the alcohol
Or the physical abuse
Behind me it might be
Maybe more healing produce
I don’t have the answer
No timetable I can share
Trying to heal and move on
Still in need of much prayer
QUICK TO QUIT BY BRUNDABAN P
Quick to quit smoking,
Quick to quit drinking.
Quick to quit the anger,
Quick to quit a stranger.
Quick to quit attachment,
Quick to quit depedant.
Quick to quit a war place,
Quick to quit an arm race.
Quick to quit devil desire,
Quick to quit flood water.
Quick to quit quake spot,
Quick to quit a volcan hot.
Quick to quit in a cyclone,
Quick to quit in an alarm.
Quick to quit bad company,
Quick to quit the worldly sin.
Quick to quit place of bomb,
Quick to quit gamble game.
Quick to quit mensrea mind,
Quick to quit polluted wind.
A POEM IS BORN BY EP HARIDASAN
A fact that cannot be disguised,
a fact that cannot be camouflaged,
A fact that cannot be hidden,
That , when i sit alone , engrossed,
There comes a flood of ideas and fancies,
Thronging up on me endlessly,
I try to stream line these fantacies,
Systematise these ideas, and give,
An order and arrangement to its flow,
To draw it in a style picturesque,
With proper similes and metaphors.
In the gamut of such spontaneous emotions,
I struggle to find words appropriate,
To put my feelings in to black and white,
And finally, it comes out in a format,
A couplet is made , a poem is born.
ALONE IN THE DARKNESS BY ANGEL AA
Alone in the darkness
i fake a smile
i fake a laugh
inside im crying
but tears never come
it hurts to laugh
it hurts to try
i just want to lay here
and die
the dark is lonely
it fills my world
as i suffocate inside
no one hears my cry
it continues in the light
it stays with the day
where ever there is light
there is a dark corner
to hide behind
MEATS AND CHEESES BY WILLIAM J WILLIAMSON
Few years ago
I smashed two flies
engaged in aerial coitus.
Today, I poked their
corpse
Fell to the floor,
leaving a crust of
Love Gunk
Mixed innards, crushed
and united gonads.
One true love, for
all time, the only
evidence of which
is smeared on my
ceiling.
My momma was making
me a sandwich,
n' she heard a loud
spkat.
A mouse, caught
in the trap by
his tail.
Tossed it in the
street, let the
cats rip 'im up.
That was a d*mn
good sandwich
Who held the chisel
and carved the cliffs?
Wrong metaphor.
Rocks,
rolling droplets
of water
and time.
The first
Ménage à trois
"EYE" SEE YOU BY FERNANDO GAUTIER
We know when your sleeping,
we know when your awake,
we know when your lounging,
or putting cookies in the oven to bake,
we know your favorite movies or shows you like to watch,
the food you like to eat, and all you do,
we tell you when to cross, its all for your safety,
dare not to comply, the fines are really hefty,
we are your security, so dont you worry,
just stay in our view, and thats the end of the story.
THE WAY I WISH BY ALAN GREEN
ozone friendly
pollution free
the way i wish
the world could be
fresh clean rivers
deep blue seas
life infested meadows
wise old trees
elephant saved
the whale swims free
the way i wish
the world could be
HEARTLESS SNOW FALL BY ALEX N WANDERLAND
I loved you when the snow fell. White diamonds sparkling on black velvet. The birth of a New Year proved to bring new hopes and dreams. True it was you, or maybe it was the thought of you; a future. Us. Fading to dust. The warmth once provided was no longer to shield me from the frost. Like a centerpiece in a snow globe, I stood still as things began to shake and swirl. Suspended beyond comprehension. Helpless to fight for affection. The burn of lust continuously blazed through your heart and I mistakenly tried to change the tricks of an old dog. At the dawn of Spring, I listened to the birds sing and I knew it was the melody that would empower me to leave. While I never wanted to forget the memories of our snow fall, I knew it was time to allow the flowers of my heart to flourish. Maybe I’ll suffer in a unexpected drought, drown in heavy downpour, but after the season of your love changed so I’m forced to whither the storms you created to find adore once more in attempt to feel whole.
MY BEST BUDY BY ASHINI
i wish my dreams to come alive
in which you too come alive
from the land of unknown
from where people don't return who are gone.
you come to me every night
and in day don't go out of my sight.
you lie in my lap
take a short nap.
with my fingers i brush you hair
and you promise to take my care.
you hold my hand
and together we stand.
but my sleep then breaks
and you are gone again.
i wait for the next night
to dream of you
and wait for you to come alive.
FEELINGS BY M. SMITH
A turbulent river
Flows strong and wide
Its menacing rapids
They never subside
Rising and falling
Changing direction
Stirring and turning
For me; a reflection
My feelings inside
My emotional state
Are like this river
Rarely still or sedate
A calm still pool
Is not calm for long
Flowing to the river
Into the rapids strong
My emotional life
Is this river wide
Never consistent
Yet hidden inside
My feelings run deep
I just can’t release
A river of rapids
Is life with no peace
VUNERABLE BY ALEXADRA HISCOK
Taking advantage of the vunerable
Just because they're old or disabled
You think they're just gonna break down and fall
Your thoughts unbalanced and cruel
You try to rob
they hit you with their handbag
You try to put them down
But they just turn the reggae up loud
Never stereotype vunerability
You are unaware of what lies beneath
Just because they're old or disabled
You think they're just gonna break down and fall
Your thoughts unbalanced and cruel
You try to rob
they hit you with their handbag
You try to put them down
But they just turn the reggae up loud
Never stereotype vunerability
You are unaware of what lies beneath
THE VESSEL BY WISHU SINDHU
Sailing on a vessel
Building it as it goes
Assailing torrents to wrestle
It has suffered many blows
Promise of big adventures
Chancing few misadventures
My vessel moving on
No place it halts upon
I keep working on perfection
Figuring out best direction
Refining every small detail
Hammering every single nail
As I looked out today
It was the end of day
Night is not too far away
I've traveled a long long way
Journey nearing its end
No, I would not pretend
That I experienced it to the most
Watching the finish line ahead on coast
I wish I'd taken the hassle to look and experience more
But instead I kept busy with vessel, wanting a perfect score
TABLES TURNED BY JANAE STEWART
Every day at 6 get up in the morning making a good breakfast to eat,
Made sure when children went to school they were tidy and neat.
No wrinkle shirt, skirts, dresses or jeans to wear,
Made sure a comb or brush to the hair.
She supported her grandchildren in every single way,
She watched them when they did a play.
Wow!!! That little boy did great in a play,
He made my day.
I need to meet him.
Then the little boy took off his brim.
Found out the little boy wasn’t a he.
The little boy was a she.
This made you think and think,
She was tickled pink.
She gave a great big hug.
It was her granddaughter that she gave a great big tug.
As a grandmother you never fell.
When we were sick made sure you took care of us until well,
Tables turned see you in hospital bed,
Family members were all above your head.
3 years ago 5 in the morning phone call saying you were dead.
Boys II Men song Mama plays in my head,
Tous les jours à 6 se lever le matin, faire un bon petit déjeuner pour manger,
Fait en sorte que lorsque les enfants sont allés à l'école, ils étaient bien rangés et ordonné.
Aucune chemise rides, des jupes, des robes ou des jeans à l'usure,
S'est assuré un peigne ou une brosse à cheveux.
Elle appuie ses petits-enfants dans tous les sens,
Elle les regardait quand ils ont fait une pièce de théâtre.
Waouh!!! Ce petit garçon a fait beaucoup dans une pièce de théâtre,
Il a fait ma journée.
J'ai besoin de le rencontrer.
Puis le petit garçon a décollé de son bord.
Découvert le petit garçon n'était pas lui.
Le petit garçon était à elle.
Cela vous fait penser et réfléchir,
Elle a été chatouillé rose.
Elle a donné un grand gros câlin.
C'était sa petite fille qu'elle a donné un grand remorqueur.
Comme une grand-mère, vous n’êtes jamais tombé.
Lorsque nous étions malades fait en sorte que vous a pris soin de nous jusqu'au puits,
Tables tournés vous voir dans son lit d'hôpital,
Membres de la famille étaient tous au-dessus de votre tête.
Il y a 3 ans 5 dans l'appel de téléphone matin vous disant étaient morts.
Boys II Men chanson Mama joue dans ma tête, Every day at 6 get up in the morning making a good breakfast to eat,
Made sure when children went to school they were tidy and neat.
No wrinkle shirt, skirts, dresses or jeans to wear,
Made sure a comb or brush to the hair.
She supported her grandchildren in every single way,
She watched them when they did a play.
Wow!!! That little boy did great in a play,
He made my day.
I need to meet him.
Then the little boy took off his brim.
Found out the little boy wasn’t a he.
The little boy was a she.
This made you think and think,
She was tickled pink.
She gave a great big hug.
It was her granddaughter that she gave a great big tug.
As a grandmother you never fell.
When we were sick made sure you took care of us until well,
Tables turned see you in hospital bed,
Family members were all above your head.
3 years ago 5 in the morning phone call saying you were dead.
Boys II Men song Mama plays in my head,
Tous les jours à 6 se lever le matin, faire un bon petit déjeuner pour manger,
Fait en sorte que lorsque les enfants sont allés à l'école, ils étaient bien rangés et ordonné.
Aucune chemise rides, des jupes, des robes ou des jeans à l'usure,
S'est assuré un peigne ou une brosse à cheveux.
Elle appuie ses petits-enfants dans tous les sens,
Elle les regardait quand ils ont fait une pièce de théâtre.
Waouh!!! Ce petit garçon a fait beaucoup dans une pièce de théâtre,
Il a fait ma journée.
J'ai besoin de le rencontrer.
Puis le petit garçon a décollé de son bord.
Découvert le petit garçon n'était pas lui.
Le petit garçon était à elle.
Cela vous fait penser et réfléchir,
Elle a été chatouillé rose.
Elle a donné un grand gros câlin.
C'était sa petite fille qu'elle a donné un grand remorqueur.
Comme une grand-mère, vous n’êtes jamais tombé.
Lorsque nous étions malades fait en sorte que vous a pris soin de nous jusqu'au puits,
Tables tournés vous voir dans son lit d'hôpital,
Membres de la famille étaient tous au-dessus de votre tête.
Il y a 3 ans 5 dans l'appel de téléphone matin vous disant étaient morts.
Boys II Men chanson Mama joue dans ma tête,
A TALE OF MY SOUL MATE BY JOHN GRASER
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I wont back down...
This lost soul wore the gold out the crown...
Dirt and sh*t lingers about...
This lost soul wandered around and around...
You're the black magic I write about...
You can say I love you without a sound...
Tattooed my pain away...
Head up no more looking down...
Hold close loves eternal ways...
Hope for tomorrow but lets live for today...
Shhhh, can still feel the words I say...
You've embraced me by your grace...
When I whisper to you please don't look away...
Because it's me, your soul mate
HOPE BY JEREMY GILLEY
I see the spark igniting
Behind your eyes of brown
The haze of your doubt lifting
I won’t let you down
You’ve been here before you think
Time and time again
What makes this time different?
How does the story end?
An urge you just can’t shake
Warmth burning slightly hotter than before
Can’t cut him out anyway
He’s wrapped around your core
Seasons change like waves and tides
Merry-Go-Rounds and carnival rides
A lifetime of memories, pages and wonders
Schemes, plots forgettable blunders
Embrace the one for whom your intended
Time after time all can be mended
TEARS BY GIAN GEYSER
Not all of us has never shed a tear. Infact ,all of us has shed a tear. If its from happiness ,depression ,death ,sadness, anger or just plain laughter ,we ALL have shed a tear before. What emotion do you know best? Anger? Sadness? Jealousy? Happiness? It doesn't matter what emotion you feel ,you will get a tear from every emotion you can think of. Have you ever tasted a tear drop? Tastes salty doesn't it? Well just know that no tear drop has bitterness. No bitterness means hope and hope means a better life. Tears tastes salty because our body doesn't like tears. Its like the ocean's water ,you cannot drink it and if you drink too much you get sick. Same with tears. If you have sadness tears running over your cheeks ,then it leads to depression. Depression leads to sickness and sickness leads to death ,in other words ,suicide. Don't let any sad tears make you think that you have a hard life. Many of us have felt so depressed that you just tell yourself you want to die. No! Don't ever think about that! One bad day or week can't bring you down! If it happens again then stuff it! It happens for a reason! To make you happy in life and to let you learn from your mistakes. Some uses a blade to "make them feel better". Well if you want to leave scars on your body and tell everyone your story ,they will only remember it for 5 minutes. Cutting yourself only makes it worse. You only just want attention. You want somebody to realise your pain inside and out. Come on! Do you really want to ruin your body with scars you created? Do you want to be known as "Emo?" Its known that laughter is the best medicine for the body. Its also known that many people fake a smile and hide their sadness and pain. The more you hide your tough feelings ,the worse its going to get ,right? Never hide any feelings in yourself! You're only making it worse. In time you have anger instead of sadness! Like a ticking bomb you explode in somebody's face ,screaming! Do you want that? No? Then don't hide your feelings! If you ever feel lost ,please know that there is a road that's going to lead you to paradise! Know that this road will lead you to something new ,but hey ,who knows ,maybe you'll hear your own wedding bells as you walk along this new road. Please don't let any salty tear bring you down. There is a good life for you and there is hope! Never stop smiling. Never stop loving and never give up on yourself!
THE KNIGHT BY LA OMA
Scorching of wind suffers him much,
Amidst the roaring storm and thunder,
With no blankets,water not much;
Where foxes and wolves have no hunter.
Being no friend,being no shelter,
There,the knight with no heart shattered,
Is the place,where he takes breath;
The cruel freeze hands of death.
The invisible terror of the night,
The night silenced with fearful blight,
The days with trails with much terrors;
No place for others with fear of horror.
No hint,no clue,no arrow,
The place covered with much sorrows.
A PEACH SPECTRUM OF... BY JORDAN SIMPS
mall snow topped hills on the skin of him,
so young, pure, but lost..
His helicopter on a mission across the pacific,
in search of an island.
As small as that speckle of being you focus on during landing,
in the middle of a murky amaurosis affect,
result in destruction only seen by generations of one.
Certainly, he must have inspirations,
if that theory is the fermentation of a pirate.
He looks in the mirror and says,
"You are you."
An obvious intention,
to exploit his poetry as a liar,
Does a lie told only at the center count as a true liar?
Or is what he beholds a three-headed, triclops, dragon.
It's sad how colors of different tones of gray,
barricade the off-coming rainbow,
that feeds surrounding life.
So what if he has a premonition,
of the majestic whale,
that sinks his aircraft in the act to breath.
Or the emptiness that motivates his propellers,
to keep constant.
This doesn't change,
like a Chameleon,
a universal spirit throughout space.
But in all honesty,
maintains the nectar that gives off the aroma,
attracting the bees in his community.
DON'T FORGET BY CESAR FRANCO
Little girl why do you find yourself lost,your water droplets have turn into frost
You had your heart broken so many times,more then what the sun shines
Isloating yourself become a mess,saying that u aint blessed
Telling this broken reflection u aint perfect,just because u never had a parents afection
Walking alone to school,with people in the back telling u are a fool
Remeber the time u walked inside of churchand felt loved leeting ur wings take u high above
The time u ignored these rude remarks,Letting the holy spirit into ur heart
Dreaming this beautiful white place,seeing a innocent face
Giving you this hug and kiss,telling u that your heart is fixed
FROM AN ACORN LOVE GROW'S BY JANE LORNA
From a tiny Acorn, a huge oak tree grows
From a small spark in my heart true love grows
As a simple stream flows into a river then out to sea
My love for you will go on for an eternity
A small seed may be planted yet a sunflower will grow
You planted your seed of love in my heart
Now I feel I might explode
Your love fed my heart and made it feel whole
As the sun feeds the plants so they to can grow
The plants feed the animals as your love feeds me
And your love for me will set my heart free
I tried hard to resist
The temptation of your thin red lips
I tried hard to deny
That dangerous look in your eye
Now we are together like the sun, moon and sky
As your love pulled me in, it was hard to deny
Now I feel victorious like that sunflower rising up to the sun
And our love is as deep as the rivers that run
BID BY SIDDHARTH SINGH
The blanket of the night
Could not be removed
From a yearning eye
Anxiously searching a glint of the light
When it’s bleary
By my intoxication of the dark
That I deeply reject but it’s hard
When it’s the intrinsic part of my life
Had no aid from above
Nor an angel nor a God’s disguise
To prevent my fall
In the world of arcane babel
Brutally abraded my metal till it breaks
And hanged me by its source
Intriguing enough to immerse in
And act by whatever it begets
When it gives a quick relief
That binds your time with the sky
And you fly for a while
To alight deeper in a sludge
But you love this way of life
When everyone will die
With their endeavours in the dust
Burned ideals and self-control
Buds of honour that none would hold
Scattered as tiny specks of the bright
Will only increase the duration of the light
Fortifying prospects of a hopeful life
That I lack
In the guise of the unsettling voices
I support its source
As a catalyst that elongates its roots
And die as one of the voices
Is something I can neither deny nor reject
When I am inept to transcend this discerning mind
But for the apt of subtlety
And for this squirming fact
I could at least once try
TAKE BY BIANCA E
If I could capture TIME Make it stand still for a moment I would stop the chime of the largest bell for an instant TIME just hanging there on a thin silver thread floating in the air waiting for the soft sinister tread one day like a thousand years TIME bottled instantly standing still like frozen tears, but it awaits DESTINY a thousand years like one day TIME cut loose All your memories washed away Is it TIME you choose?
SOLDIER BY JASPER D
I am armed with my arms and mind,
Against my soul's shield, troubles grind,
My pen's lead is what loads my guns,
Shooting truth into derailed sons.
I fight evil with my life's knife,
And I have become one with the strife.
So I stand tall against darkness,
With its pale shadow the starkest.
I am deaf to sounds of retreat,
And my soul won't accept defeat.
If I fall, then the war is won,
For through it all, I did not run.
Iambic Tetrameter
THE GREATEST TRAGEDY BY SYED
Since the first encounter of your beauty, I loved you like a virgin star. Do you remember it how far? Happy we were to start, this new life in our own art, The endless spells we caste on each other And we promised to be together. Now how sad is this night, From love to hate and now fight, Do you still remember the river? Where we first met and started to shiver?
How can I touch you and where I? When you sleeping breasts refused to seduce me, When I tried to kiss you? Your dry lips tried to kill me. How am I supposed to love you now? When your hips started to slip away from me, When I am trying to hold you now? Your body started to fold. You said you were a virgin But you already had a husband.
THE GIRL BY REDEEMED HEISCOMING
responded,
"I’m a
teenager, I
was only 15
when I died, and came to this place.
"
"But why are you here? What
brought
you here? " I asked. She said, "I
thought I had a lifetime ahead of me,
because I was very young. People
always talked to me about Christ
and
salvation, but I always said that
Evangelical Christians were crazy, I
always rejected the Holy Word. I did
not want to accept the Lord. Every
time
they spoke to me, I just laughed and
mocked them. Now I see that I
made
the worst mistake of my life. Look at
me, I’m here burning in flames. I
died
in a car accident and now I regret it
so
much. I’ve taken so many paths
through this place searching for a
way
out, and when I find it, I cannot
leave
because the demons that torment
me
approach me saying, ‘ You cannot
leave
this place, you’re here for eternity.’ I
don’t want to be here, oh please
help
me, help me! " I said,
"I can’t do anything for you, I wish I
could help all these people."
The Lord said, "There is no
opportunity
for those who are here, but only for
those on Earth. " The girl said,
"Oh please go tell people, and even
my
family not to come to this place. Go
talk to the youth who still have an
opportunity to seek for Christ, tell
them
to turn away from sin. Back on
Earth, I
was living a dreadful life, a life full of
sin, I was very proud, I enjoyed
going
to party after party, I never obeyed
my
parents, I had always been
rebellious.
Now I regret it so much, and want
them to forgive me, I want to get out
of
here, tell everyone on Earth not to
come here, not to come, please. Tell
them to obey their parents, to
accept
Christ, because He truly saves, He
truly saves, the devil deceived me,
now I know I can’t ever leave this
place, how I regret it. "
She cried and extended out her
hands,
I wanted to help her but when I
reached out my hand, she began to
shout and was pulled back into the
flames. I cried out, "Lord, how
terrible
is to be in this place" He responded,
"
Yes Daughter, remember this, go
back
to Earth and obey My order, so
mankind can believe that Hell is real
and eternal, because there are still
many who do not believe in Hell yet,
there are many who scoff and say
that
Hell is a fable. "
Days before my first
experience in Hell the
Lord gave me a vision
and said, "Look, this
person went to hell. " I
am talking of the
famous man known as MJ ( Michael
Jackson), he's also know for white
glove. He was in Hell for the reason
I
stated on my previous video. While I
was recording that video, the Lord
told
me, " Talk about him. " That’s why I
am
telling you about him being in Hell’s
flames.
While approaching that place of
flames,
I noticed many demons in a circle,
and
within that circle there was
somebody
being tormented. He extended his
burning hands and was yelling,
"Help!
Help! " I could understand the
language
he was speaking.
I wanted to help him so badly, and I
could see how the demons would
raise
him up and force him to dance and
sing as he did on Earth.
[CLIP ]
The demons mocked him and threw
him into the flames. They would
pick
him up and whip him. He screamed
in
terrible pain. Oh, how horribly he
was
being tormented.
It broke my heart to see this and I
said, "Lord, please do something,
oh!
Lord help him." As I extended my
hand
to help him, my hand suddenly burst
into flames, and filled with worms. I
said, "Lord Look! What's
happening?"
Then demons began to laugh and
mock
me, saying
"You’re going to stay in this place. "
I then noticed I could not see or feel
the Lord next to me, it seemed I was
alone. I cried, "Lord, You left, why
am I
still here?" The demons said, " We
are
going to torment you, you are
staying
here. " Then I heard a terrifying
laugh, it
was so horrible, "Ha ha ha, you are
going to stay here. I finally trapped
you,
right where I want you. I wanted
you
here because you have stolen many
souls from me and I will destroy
you,
here is where you belong. " He gave
orders to the demons
, "Take her away, take her where
she
belongs."
I responded, "No, no, I am not
staying
here because the Lord is with me.
He
said He would not leave me here."
Then I heard satan’s voice "You are
staying here, you are staying here
because the Lord is not with you.
Look
around, He is not with you. " I
looked,
but could not see the Lord. I felt so
lonely, and I began to doubt. I began
weeping and cried out, "Lord, why
did
you leave me? Why Lord, why?"
Instantly the Lord said, " Daughter, I
am
here. " I heard His voice in my ear.
Looking straight at satan, I replied,
"The Lord is here with me." But he
responded , " No He's not, take a
look."
I couldn’t see Jesus, but I could
hear
his voice. I began to doubt again
because the demons were getting
so
close to me. I felt a rope tied around
my waist that kept pulling me
towards
that freaky voice. It said,
"You damn fool, that’s what you are,
a
damn fool. I will destroy you
because
you have encouraged many souls
not
to come to hell, many souls are lead
out of hell because you are
preaching.
Don’t do it anymore, keep your
mouth
shut, just shut your mouth, I will
destroy you, I will kill you.
Angelica 2 Testimony
Repent ye or parish
CHAPTER 6 BY REDEEMED HEISCOMING
Activity in Hell
A head of us I could see a dim, yellow
light. Jesus and I had come out of the
tunnel of fear and now stood on a dirty
ledge overlooking the belly of Hell. As
far as I could see, there was a great
amount of activity going on in the
center (the belly) of Hell.
We stopped, and Jesus spoke. "I am
going to take you through the belly of
hell, and I am going to reveal many
things to you. Come, follow Me." The
two of us walked on.
Jesus said, "Ahead are many terrors.
They are not the figment of someone's
imagination-but they are real. Be sure
to tell your readers that demon powers
are real. Tell them also that satan is
real, and the powers of darkness are
real. But tell them not to despair, for if
My people which are called by My
name will humble themselves and pray
and turn from their wicked ways, then I
will hear from heaven and heal their
lands and their bodies. Just as surely
as heaven is real-even so, Hell is also
real"
God wants you to know about hell, and
He wants to save you from that place.
God wants you to know you have a
way out. That way is Jesus Christ, the
Savior of your soul. Remember, only
those with their names written in the
Lamb's Book of Life will be saved.
We came to the first activity in the
belly of Hell. It was to the right of
where we had entered and up on a
small hill in a dark corner of Hell.
I remembered the words of the Lord
when He said to me, "It will seem
sometimes like I have left you, but I
will not. Remember that I have all
power in heaven and in earth. At times
the evil spirits and lost souls will not
see us or know we are here. Fear not.
What you are about to see is real.
These things are happening right now
and will continue to happen until death
and Hell are cast into the lake of fire."
Reader, make sure your name is
written in the Lamb's Book of Life.
Ahead of us I could hear voices and
the cries of a soul in torment. We
walked up the small hill and looked
over. A light filled the area, so I could
see clearly. Cries like you have never
thought possible were filling the air.
They were the cries of a man.
"Listen to Me," said Jesus. "What you
are about to see and hear is true. Take
heed you ministers of the gospel, for
these are faithful and true sayings.
Awake, evangelists, preachers, and
teachers of My Word, all of you who
are called to preach the gospel of the
Lord Jesus Christ. If you are sinning,
repent or you will likewise perish."
We walked up to within fifteen feet of
this activity. I saw small dark-clothed
figures marching around a boxlike
object. Upon closer examination, I saw
that the box was a coffin and the
figures marching around it were
demons. It was a real coffin, and there
were twelve demons marching around
it. As they marched, they were
chanting and laughing. Each one had a
sharp spear in his hand, which he kept
thrusting into the coffin through small
openings that lined the outside.
There was a feeling of great fear in the
air, and I trembled at the sight before
me.
Jesus knew my thoughts, for He said,
"Child, there are many souls in torment
here, and there are many different
types of torment for these souls. There
is greater punishment for those who
once preached the gospel and went
back into sin, or for those who would
not obey the call of God for their lives.
"
I heard a cry so desperate that it filled
my heart with despair. "No hope, no
hope!" he called. The hopeless cry
came from the coffin. It was an
endless wail of regret.
"God, how awful!" I said.
"Come," said Jesus, "let's go closer."
With that, He walked up to the coffin
and looked inside. I followed and also
looked in. It appeared that the evil
spirits could not see us.
A dirty-gray mist filled the inside of the
coffin. It was the soul of a man. As I
watched, the demons pushed their
spears into the soul of the man in the
coffin.
I will never forget the suffering of this
soul. I cried to Jesus, "Let him out,
Lord; let him out." The torment of his
soul was such a terrible sight. If only
he could get free. I pulled at Jesus'
hand and begged Him to let the man
out of the coffin.
Jesus said, "My child, peace, be still."
As Jesus spoke, the man saw us. He
said, "Lord, Lord, let me out. Have
mercy." I looked down and saw a
bloody mess. Before my eyes was a
soul. Inside the soul was a human
heart, and blood spurted from it. The
thrusting of the spears were literally
piercing his heart.
"I will serve You now, Lord." He
begged, "Please let me out." I knew
that this man felt every spear that
pierced his heart.
"Day and night, he is tormented," the
Lord said. "He was put here by satan,
and it is satan who torments him."
The man cried, "Lord, I will now preach
the true gospel. I will tell about sin and
Hell. But please help me out of here."
Jesus said, "This man was a preacher
of the Word of God. There was a time
when he served Me with all his heart
and led many people to salvation.
Some of his converts are still serving
Me today, many years later. The lust of
the flesh and the deceitfulness of
riches led him astray. He let satan gain
the rule over him. He had a big church,
a fine car, a large income. He began to
steal from the church offerings. He
began to teach lies. He spoke mostly
half-lies and half-truths. He would not
let Me correct him. I sent My
messengers to him to tell him to repent
and preach the truth, but he loved the
pleasures of this life more than the life
of God. He knew not to teach or preach
any other doctrine except the truth as
revealed in the Bible. But before he
died, he said the Holy Ghost baptism
was a lie and that those who claimed to
have the Holy Ghost were hypocrites.
He said you could be a drunkard and
get to heaven, even without
repentance.
"He said God would not send anyone to
Hell -that God was too good to do that.
He caused many good people to fall
from the grace of the Lord. He even
said that he did not need Me, for he
was like a god. He went so far as to
hold seminars to teach this false
doctrine. He trampled My Holy Word
under his feet. Yet, I continued to love
him.
"My child, it is better to have never
known Me than to know Me and turn
back from serving Me," said the Lord.
"If only he had listened to You, Lord!" I
cried. "If only he had cared about his
soul and the souls of others. "
"He did not listen to Me. When I called
he would not hear Me. He loved the
easy life. I called and called him to
repentance, but he would not come
back to Me. One day he was killed and
came immediately here. Now satan
torments him for having once
preached My Word and saved souls
for My kingdom. This is his torment."
I watched the demons as they
continued to march around and around
the coffin. The man's heart beat and
real blood ran from it. I will never
forget his cries of pain and sorrow.
Jesus looked at the man in the coffin
with great compassion and said, "The
blood of many lost souls are upon this
man's hands. Many of them are in
torment here right now." With sorrowful
hearts, Jesus and I walked on.
As we left, I saw another group of
demons coming up to the coffin. They
were about three feet high, dressed in
black clothes, with black hoods over
their faces. They were taking shifts
tormenting this soul.
I thought of how pride in all of us at
times makes us unwilling to admit
mistakes and ask for forgiveness. We
refuse to repent and humble ourselves,
and we go on as if we alone were ever
right. But listen, soul, Hell is real.
Please do not go to that place.
Then Jesus showed me a giant clock,
stretched out across the whole world.
And I heard it ticking. The hour hand
was nearing the twelve o'clock
position, and the minute hand raced
around until it stopped at three minutes
before twelve. Stealthily the minute
hand moved toward the hour. As it
moved, the ticking became louder and
louder until it seemed to fill the whole
earth.
God spoke like a trumpet, and His
voice sounded like many waters.
"Listen and hear what the Spirit is
saying to the churches," He said. "Be
ready, for at a time you think not, I will
come again. I hear the clock striking. It
is twelve o'clock. The Bridegroom has
come for His bride."
Are you ready for Christ's coming, my
friend? Or will you be like those who
say, "Not today, Lord?" Will you call
upon Him and be saved? Will you give
your heart to Him today? Remember,
Jesus can and will save you from all
evil if you call on Him today, and
repent. Pray for your family and your
loved ones that they will come to Christ
before it is too late.
Listen as Jesus says, "I will protect
you from evil. I will keep you in all your
ways. I will save you. I will save your
loved ones. Call upon Me today and
live. "
With many tears, I pray that all of you
who read this book will realize the
truth before it is too late. Hell is for
eternity. I am trying to the best of my
ability to reveal all I saw and heard. I
know these things are true. As you
read the remainder of this book, I pray
that you will repent and take Jesus
Christ as your personal Savior.
I heard the Lord say, "It is time to go.
We shall return again tomorrow."
A DIVINE REVELATION OF HELL BY MARY K BAXTER
STARS BY WILLIAM
BLOOD AND THUNDER BY KENDRICK
INFINIUM BY MATT BAINES
AS THE DAYS OF LOT BY SUSAN WALL
Sometimes I just want to scream, from the mountain tops.
Do you all not care Jesus is coming back?
You feel as though you're voice is crying in the dessert,
no one wants to hear.
Jesus we know your return is near, as we pick up today's news paper.
All that is happening, is what the Bible spoke about 2,000 years ago.
It is sad no one seems to care,
just as the Bible said.
As it was in the days of Lot, so will it be when the Lord returns.
My fellow poet we need to get the Word out,
time is running short.
Where is our burden for the lost?
WHO'S THIS BABE BY LEWIS BAILY
Each day is shattered
As the weeds of doubts
Become overgrown between splintered moments
Grown stale from fear
Fertilized by advice of fallen dreams
That has left heavy footprints
Now hardened to tombstones
Before I find myself taking the lead
Deep into the roots of it all
Forcing me to be dirty
In veiny caverns erected
Vacuuming snakes of light
Slithering through my innocence
Delivering only naked spaces
Crushed by claustrophobic scents of loneliness
And the uninvited now gone
Ushers the reminiscent hunger for welcoming.
Soiled thoughts multiply, suffocating me
Tightly trying to grab hold
What’s good, what’s bad, true, false
Frightens me to my greatest crime
Uncertainty slips me further down
Broken fragments of truth
Cutting senses away from my identity
Exposing emotions of my wounds
Caught on the corners of time
I must stay in one place traveling great horizons
With nothing between but me
Bridging shattered days
Past questions with no answers
Where truth is beauty
And beauty is lived not followed
But shattered days as these
Do not see; I stand without vision
To stop any reason
For me to trickle through
Stubborn soil beginning to erode
By sweat squeezed out
Impossible angles slowly expanding
Stiff layers of age
That before caused procrastination of former guilt
And agitation of future ignorance
Divorcing all from the song
Our breaths exhale
Now vibrating the terrain
Echoing melodies of before and after
Dance in the background
And what’s gone never ends
Making them not lost, but here
Who knew an astronomer is born in these depths
For I am a man known before time
Treading in new oceans formed
In the underbelly of my existence
Saturating reflections from above
That brightens heroes fearless of pressure
Beginning to conduct distant currents
Building waves of passion
Synthesizing charges up past each cavern
As I spiral through my own mind
Leaving the impossible behind
Creating lightning that strikes from the ground
Where I walk confidently in my difference
THE COP BY HEMU GUPTA
POINT OF POWER BY TRACY BOLLINGE
responded,
"I’m a
teenager, I
was only 15
when I died, and came to this place.
"
"But why are you here? What
brought
you here? " I asked. She said, "I
thought I had a lifetime ahead of me,
because I was very young. People
always talked to me about Christ
and
salvation, but I always said that
Evangelical Christians were crazy, I
always rejected the Holy Word. I did
not want to accept the Lord. Every
time
they spoke to me, I just laughed and
mocked them. Now I see that I
made
the worst mistake of my life. Look at
me, I’m here burning in flames. I
died
in a car accident and now I regret it
so
much. I’ve taken so many paths
through this place searching for a
way
out, and when I find it, I cannot
leave
because the demons that torment
me
approach me saying, ‘ You cannot
leave
this place, you’re here for eternity.’ I
don’t want to be here, oh please
help
me, help me! " I said,
"I can’t do anything for you, I wish I
could help all these people."
The Lord said, "There is no
opportunity
for those who are here, but only for
those on Earth. " The girl said,
"Oh please go tell people, and even
my
family not to come to this place. Go
talk to the youth who still have an
opportunity to seek for Christ, tell
them
to turn away from sin. Back on
Earth, I
was living a dreadful life, a life full of
sin, I was very proud, I enjoyed
going
to party after party, I never obeyed
my
parents, I had always been
rebellious.
Now I regret it so much, and want
them to forgive me, I want to get out
of
here, tell everyone on Earth not to
come here, not to come, please. Tell
them to obey their parents, to
accept
Christ, because He truly saves, He
truly saves, the devil deceived me,
now I know I can’t ever leave this
place, how I regret it. "
She cried and extended out her
hands,
I wanted to help her but when I
reached out my hand, she began to
shout and was pulled back into the
flames. I cried out, "Lord, how
terrible
is to be in this place" He responded,
"
Yes Daughter, remember this, go
back
to Earth and obey My order, so
mankind can believe that Hell is real
and eternal, because there are still
many who do not believe in Hell yet,
there are many who scoff and say
that
Hell is a fable. "
Days before my first
experience in Hell the
Lord gave me a vision
and said, "Look, this
person went to hell. " I
am talking of the
famous man known as MJ ( Michael
Jackson), he's also know for white
glove. He was in Hell for the reason
I
stated on my previous video. While I
was recording that video, the Lord
told
me, " Talk about him. " That’s why I
am
telling you about him being in Hell’s
flames.
While approaching that place of
flames,
I noticed many demons in a circle,
and
within that circle there was
somebody
being tormented. He extended his
burning hands and was yelling,
"Help!
Help! " I could understand the
language
he was speaking.
I wanted to help him so badly, and I
could see how the demons would
raise
him up and force him to dance and
sing as he did on Earth.
[CLIP ]
The demons mocked him and threw
him into the flames. They would
pick
him up and whip him. He screamed
in
terrible pain. Oh, how horribly he
was
being tormented.
It broke my heart to see this and I
said, "Lord, please do something,
oh!
Lord help him." As I extended my
hand
to help him, my hand suddenly burst
into flames, and filled with worms. I
said, "Lord Look! What's
happening?"
Then demons began to laugh and
mock
me, saying
"You’re going to stay in this place. "
I then noticed I could not see or feel
the Lord next to me, it seemed I was
alone. I cried, "Lord, You left, why
am I
still here?" The demons said, " We
are
going to torment you, you are
staying
here. " Then I heard a terrifying
laugh, it
was so horrible, "Ha ha ha, you are
going to stay here. I finally trapped
you,
right where I want you. I wanted
you
here because you have stolen many
souls from me and I will destroy
you,
here is where you belong. " He gave
orders to the demons
, "Take her away, take her where
she
belongs."
I responded, "No, no, I am not
staying
here because the Lord is with me.
He
said He would not leave me here."
Then I heard satan’s voice "You are
staying here, you are staying here
because the Lord is not with you.
Look
around, He is not with you. " I
looked,
but could not see the Lord. I felt so
lonely, and I began to doubt. I began
weeping and cried out, "Lord, why
did
you leave me? Why Lord, why?"
Instantly the Lord said, " Daughter, I
am
here. " I heard His voice in my ear.
Looking straight at satan, I replied,
"The Lord is here with me." But he
responded , " No He's not, take a
look."
I couldn’t see Jesus, but I could
hear
his voice. I began to doubt again
because the demons were getting
so
close to me. I felt a rope tied around
my waist that kept pulling me
towards
that freaky voice. It said,
"You damn fool, that’s what you are,
a
damn fool. I will destroy you
because
you have encouraged many souls
not
to come to hell, many souls are lead
out of hell because you are
preaching.
Don’t do it anymore, keep your
mouth
shut, just shut your mouth, I will
destroy you, I will kill you.
Angelica 2 Testimony
Repent ye or parish
MAN FROM BATTERED PAST BY ERIC MELTON
Man from battered past
With grim future
Too afraid to accept kindness
Too weak to feel hate
Too ungrateful to give thanks
Too egocentric to think
Too broke to pay
Too lost to be found
Too evil to joke
Too serious to commit
Too lazy to start
Too happy to change
Too close for comfort
Too right to be wrong
Too weird to be accepted
Too little to grow
Too stupid to know
Too good for God
Battered and belittled
You've given me life
Now I must carry on
CLOSE UP BY EVAN HODDER
First I feel it in my temple,
moves to my shoulders,
and I have to look down
because the oxytocin makes my eyes feel funny.
fingers between hands between knees between pleas
I have to bite my lip for some sort of grounding
I really don't wanna smile but I do,
don't wanna be bashful but I am,
don't wanna want, hobby of the hopeless.
words have been kind on this occasion,
and the chaos retreats for now.
obscure the pillars before me, it's not time yet for light.
I AM GOOD BY ROBO MAN
I am life and death. I give life to the world as I take it away from the world. I am the light in the darkness and the darkness in the light. I am the creator of worlds and the destroyer of worlds.
I build up walls to prevent evil to only them again to let evil prevail. I start a revolution to start a war to destroy worlds to bring new life, new worlds and new hope. I am god
CHAPTER 6 BY REDEEMED HEISCOMING
Activity in Hell
A head of us I could see a dim, yellow
light. Jesus and I had come out of the
tunnel of fear and now stood on a dirty
ledge overlooking the belly of Hell. As
far as I could see, there was a great
amount of activity going on in the
center (the belly) of Hell.
We stopped, and Jesus spoke. "I am
going to take you through the belly of
hell, and I am going to reveal many
things to you. Come, follow Me." The
two of us walked on.
Jesus said, "Ahead are many terrors.
They are not the figment of someone's
imagination-but they are real. Be sure
to tell your readers that demon powers
are real. Tell them also that satan is
real, and the powers of darkness are
real. But tell them not to despair, for if
My people which are called by My
name will humble themselves and pray
and turn from their wicked ways, then I
will hear from heaven and heal their
lands and their bodies. Just as surely
as heaven is real-even so, Hell is also
real"
God wants you to know about hell, and
He wants to save you from that place.
God wants you to know you have a
way out. That way is Jesus Christ, the
Savior of your soul. Remember, only
those with their names written in the
Lamb's Book of Life will be saved.
We came to the first activity in the
belly of Hell. It was to the right of
where we had entered and up on a
small hill in a dark corner of Hell.
I remembered the words of the Lord
when He said to me, "It will seem
sometimes like I have left you, but I
will not. Remember that I have all
power in heaven and in earth. At times
the evil spirits and lost souls will not
see us or know we are here. Fear not.
What you are about to see is real.
These things are happening right now
and will continue to happen until death
and Hell are cast into the lake of fire."
Reader, make sure your name is
written in the Lamb's Book of Life.
Ahead of us I could hear voices and
the cries of a soul in torment. We
walked up the small hill and looked
over. A light filled the area, so I could
see clearly. Cries like you have never
thought possible were filling the air.
They were the cries of a man.
"Listen to Me," said Jesus. "What you
are about to see and hear is true. Take
heed you ministers of the gospel, for
these are faithful and true sayings.
Awake, evangelists, preachers, and
teachers of My Word, all of you who
are called to preach the gospel of the
Lord Jesus Christ. If you are sinning,
repent or you will likewise perish."
We walked up to within fifteen feet of
this activity. I saw small dark-clothed
figures marching around a boxlike
object. Upon closer examination, I saw
that the box was a coffin and the
figures marching around it were
demons. It was a real coffin, and there
were twelve demons marching around
it. As they marched, they were
chanting and laughing. Each one had a
sharp spear in his hand, which he kept
thrusting into the coffin through small
openings that lined the outside.
There was a feeling of great fear in the
air, and I trembled at the sight before
me.
Jesus knew my thoughts, for He said,
"Child, there are many souls in torment
here, and there are many different
types of torment for these souls. There
is greater punishment for those who
once preached the gospel and went
back into sin, or for those who would
not obey the call of God for their lives.
"
I heard a cry so desperate that it filled
my heart with despair. "No hope, no
hope!" he called. The hopeless cry
came from the coffin. It was an
endless wail of regret.
"God, how awful!" I said.
"Come," said Jesus, "let's go closer."
With that, He walked up to the coffin
and looked inside. I followed and also
looked in. It appeared that the evil
spirits could not see us.
A dirty-gray mist filled the inside of the
coffin. It was the soul of a man. As I
watched, the demons pushed their
spears into the soul of the man in the
coffin.
I will never forget the suffering of this
soul. I cried to Jesus, "Let him out,
Lord; let him out." The torment of his
soul was such a terrible sight. If only
he could get free. I pulled at Jesus'
hand and begged Him to let the man
out of the coffin.
Jesus said, "My child, peace, be still."
As Jesus spoke, the man saw us. He
said, "Lord, Lord, let me out. Have
mercy." I looked down and saw a
bloody mess. Before my eyes was a
soul. Inside the soul was a human
heart, and blood spurted from it. The
thrusting of the spears were literally
piercing his heart.
"I will serve You now, Lord." He
begged, "Please let me out." I knew
that this man felt every spear that
pierced his heart.
"Day and night, he is tormented," the
Lord said. "He was put here by satan,
and it is satan who torments him."
The man cried, "Lord, I will now preach
the true gospel. I will tell about sin and
Hell. But please help me out of here."
Jesus said, "This man was a preacher
of the Word of God. There was a time
when he served Me with all his heart
and led many people to salvation.
Some of his converts are still serving
Me today, many years later. The lust of
the flesh and the deceitfulness of
riches led him astray. He let satan gain
the rule over him. He had a big church,
a fine car, a large income. He began to
steal from the church offerings. He
began to teach lies. He spoke mostly
half-lies and half-truths. He would not
let Me correct him. I sent My
messengers to him to tell him to repent
and preach the truth, but he loved the
pleasures of this life more than the life
of God. He knew not to teach or preach
any other doctrine except the truth as
revealed in the Bible. But before he
died, he said the Holy Ghost baptism
was a lie and that those who claimed to
have the Holy Ghost were hypocrites.
He said you could be a drunkard and
get to heaven, even without
repentance.
"He said God would not send anyone to
Hell -that God was too good to do that.
He caused many good people to fall
from the grace of the Lord. He even
said that he did not need Me, for he
was like a god. He went so far as to
hold seminars to teach this false
doctrine. He trampled My Holy Word
under his feet. Yet, I continued to love
him.
"My child, it is better to have never
known Me than to know Me and turn
back from serving Me," said the Lord.
"If only he had listened to You, Lord!" I
cried. "If only he had cared about his
soul and the souls of others. "
"He did not listen to Me. When I called
he would not hear Me. He loved the
easy life. I called and called him to
repentance, but he would not come
back to Me. One day he was killed and
came immediately here. Now satan
torments him for having once
preached My Word and saved souls
for My kingdom. This is his torment."
I watched the demons as they
continued to march around and around
the coffin. The man's heart beat and
real blood ran from it. I will never
forget his cries of pain and sorrow.
Jesus looked at the man in the coffin
with great compassion and said, "The
blood of many lost souls are upon this
man's hands. Many of them are in
torment here right now." With sorrowful
hearts, Jesus and I walked on.
As we left, I saw another group of
demons coming up to the coffin. They
were about three feet high, dressed in
black clothes, with black hoods over
their faces. They were taking shifts
tormenting this soul.
I thought of how pride in all of us at
times makes us unwilling to admit
mistakes and ask for forgiveness. We
refuse to repent and humble ourselves,
and we go on as if we alone were ever
right. But listen, soul, Hell is real.
Please do not go to that place.
Then Jesus showed me a giant clock,
stretched out across the whole world.
And I heard it ticking. The hour hand
was nearing the twelve o'clock
position, and the minute hand raced
around until it stopped at three minutes
before twelve. Stealthily the minute
hand moved toward the hour. As it
moved, the ticking became louder and
louder until it seemed to fill the whole
earth.
God spoke like a trumpet, and His
voice sounded like many waters.
"Listen and hear what the Spirit is
saying to the churches," He said. "Be
ready, for at a time you think not, I will
come again. I hear the clock striking. It
is twelve o'clock. The Bridegroom has
come for His bride."
Are you ready for Christ's coming, my
friend? Or will you be like those who
say, "Not today, Lord?" Will you call
upon Him and be saved? Will you give
your heart to Him today? Remember,
Jesus can and will save you from all
evil if you call on Him today, and
repent. Pray for your family and your
loved ones that they will come to Christ
before it is too late.
Listen as Jesus says, "I will protect
you from evil. I will keep you in all your
ways. I will save you. I will save your
loved ones. Call upon Me today and
live. "
With many tears, I pray that all of you
who read this book will realize the
truth before it is too late. Hell is for
eternity. I am trying to the best of my
ability to reveal all I saw and heard. I
know these things are true. As you
read the remainder of this book, I pray
that you will repent and take Jesus
Christ as your personal Savior.
I heard the Lord say, "It is time to go.
We shall return again tomorrow."
A DIVINE REVELATION OF HELL BY MARY K BAXTER
STARS BY WILLIAM
You couldn't remember
the last time you heard that sound
because it was your name
and she said it so sweetly.
And you didn't explain
how you smiled when you were scarred
because you thought she was like the others
and she would ignore that too.
You couldn't understand
what she was doing when she asked
because nobody ever asked
and you thought you were crazy again.
And you didn't pretend
that you were alright anymore
because you became glass
and she could see right through you.
You couldn't believe
how somebody knew you so well
because you didn't know her
and she had the same exact problems.
And you didn't hesitate
when you told her everything
because she did the same
and she kept getting closer too.
You couldn't deny
that you were happy for once
because she liked to talk
and you could join in with her.
And you didn't lie
when you said you were alright
because you were this time
and she said that she loved you.
HOT WATER BY JOHN STAUB
Soon after we are born
we are washed in hot water
and dad is smiling and mom is so worn.
Then we are put in the sink, sons and daughter,
were the dishes were washed with care
but soon we're swiming like an otter
and mom is there drying our hair.
while dad takes a picture exclaiming, "Gott'er!"
Later we're released in a bathtub holding our nose
and we learn hot water is good for cleaning
behind our ears and between our toes.
Mom hauls us out like red crabs steaming.
The day comes when dad teaches us boys to shower
in a stream of hot water far above which gets
closer and closer was we grow like a weedy tower;
our dirty closes in a hamper mom would like to forget.
We learn in school then life how easy it is to get into
hot water and how hard it is to get out of it.
Eventually, out on our own, we find work to do.
At the end of the day we soak in hot water to forget.
Finally with kids of our own, who are so much more bold,
we can finally relax making hot water for coffee, tea, and sore knees.
The kids leave for school, work, then to start their own fold.
They come back later to wash away with hot water
our old fears and new tears.
A CHILD BY KIM
A child cries for one to hear,
falling on nothing but deaf ears.
all the people who were to show him love,
took it in turn to confuse and shove.
he thought it was better to be alone,
at least this way he had adventures.
To the briny deep with pirates,
or through a jungle with tigers.
With One great and forceful whack,
he is brought back into line.
He lashes out and fights back,
only to result in boarding school.
It was here he learned new hatred,
Of one towards a church.
His isolation was his peace.
All he sought was release.
Each night alone he would cry,
wondering what to do how or why?
each weekend was a de-mentors dream,
Of many ways to make him scream.
Stripped naked and bare,
fastened to a chair,
when one would make threats,
the boy would find pleasure,
as it would come to an end.
He was brandished a liar and cheat,
when all he wants is acceptance and love.
In return he was stripped naked and bare,
beaten with irons until he couldn't care.
Blood flows onto his cheek,
Is this his punishment for being meek?
Older he gets the cries go quiet,
his trust is forever lost.
For a time the cries were screams,
each family gathering a horrid dream.
Senior members growing nothing but anger,
each birthday brings nothing but terror.
Another reminder of his existence.
Days go by weeks to months,
the child tries to die many times.
His endless battle of self hate,
Is this to be his lifelong fate?
The child grows and becomes a man,
He knows never to raise a hand.
he finds love and new life,
enduring many obstacle for this right.
All the ones he was to trust,
Now make him ashamed & full of disgust.
He wonders why God did not come,
Why ones punishment to others is so much fun.
Also why he didn't pull that trigger on the gun?
Time has passed and the man is free,
His isolation his necessity.
He is finally alone free for adventure.
Finding one to love his new venture.
BLOOD AND THUNDER BY KENDRICK
Raging waters
lets capture the beast of the deep blue sea.
Strike with fear.
Open the sky with lightning.
Headed right forward into the center of the storm.
Spear me, into the heart.
Far away taken me down.
Rain cloud don't wash us away.
Abandoned ship sinking us right into this monster.
Jaws of death seeking blood to hunt for his pray.
Battle axle's an burning castles rot into flames.
Blood and thunder sunk right under the red sea.
INFINIUM BY MATT BAINES
Each day is shattered
As the weeds of doubts
Become overgrown between splintered moments
Grown stale from fear
Fertilized by advice of fallen dreams
That has left heavy footprints
Now hardened to tombstones
Before I find myself taking the lead
Deep into the roots of it all
Forcing me to be dirty
In veiny caverns erected
Vacuuming snakes of light
Slithering through my innocence
Delivering only naked spaces
Crushed by claustrophobic scents of loneliness
And the uninvited now gone
Ushers the reminiscent hunger for welcoming.
Soiled thoughts multiply, suffocating me
Tightly trying to grab hold
What’s good, what’s bad, true, false
Frightens me to my greatest crime
Uncertainty slips me further down
Broken fragments of truth
Cutting senses away from my identity
Exposing emotions of my wounds
Caught on the corners of time
I must stay in one place traveling great horizons
With nothing between but me
Bridging shattered days
Past questions with no answers
Where truth is beauty
And beauty is lived not followed
But shattered days as these
Do not see; I stand without vision
To stop any reason
For me to trickle through
Stubborn soil beginning to erode
By sweat squeezed out
Impossible angles slowly expanding
Stiff layers of age
That before caused procrastination of former guilt
And agitation of future ignorance
Divorcing all from the song
Our breaths exhale
Now vibrating the terrain
Echoing melodies of before and after
Dance in the background
And what’s gone never ends
Making them not lost, but here
Who knew an astronomer is born in these depths
For I am a man known before time
Treading in new oceans formed
In the underbelly of my existence
Saturating reflections from above
That brightens heroes fearless of pressure
Beginning to conduct distant currents
Building waves of passion
Synthesizing charges up past each cavern
As I spiral through my own mind
Leaving the impossible behind
Creating lightning that strikes from the ground
Where I walk confidently in my difference.
As the weeds of doubts
Become overgrown between splintered moments
Grown stale from fear
Fertilized by advice of fallen dreams
That has left heavy footprints
Now hardened to tombstones
Before I find myself taking the lead
Deep into the roots of it all
Forcing me to be dirty
In veiny caverns erected
Vacuuming snakes of light
Slithering through my innocence
Delivering only naked spaces
Crushed by claustrophobic scents of loneliness
And the uninvited now gone
Ushers the reminiscent hunger for welcoming.
Soiled thoughts multiply, suffocating me
Tightly trying to grab hold
What’s good, what’s bad, true, false
Frightens me to my greatest crime
Uncertainty slips me further down
Broken fragments of truth
Cutting senses away from my identity
Exposing emotions of my wounds
Caught on the corners of time
I must stay in one place traveling great horizons
With nothing between but me
Bridging shattered days
Past questions with no answers
Where truth is beauty
And beauty is lived not followed
But shattered days as these
Do not see; I stand without vision
To stop any reason
For me to trickle through
Stubborn soil beginning to erode
By sweat squeezed out
Impossible angles slowly expanding
Stiff layers of age
That before caused procrastination of former guilt
And agitation of future ignorance
Divorcing all from the song
Our breaths exhale
Now vibrating the terrain
Echoing melodies of before and after
Dance in the background
And what’s gone never ends
Making them not lost, but here
Who knew an astronomer is born in these depths
For I am a man known before time
Treading in new oceans formed
In the underbelly of my existence
Saturating reflections from above
That brightens heroes fearless of pressure
Beginning to conduct distant currents
Building waves of passion
Synthesizing charges up past each cavern
As I spiral through my own mind
Leaving the impossible behind
Creating lightning that strikes from the ground
Where I walk confidently in my difference.
AS THE DAYS OF LOT BY SUSAN WALL
Sometimes I just want to scream, from the mountain tops.
Do you all not care Jesus is coming back?
You feel as though you're voice is crying in the dessert,
no one wants to hear.
Jesus we know your return is near, as we pick up today's news paper.
All that is happening, is what the Bible spoke about 2,000 years ago.
It is sad no one seems to care,
just as the Bible said.
As it was in the days of Lot, so will it be when the Lord returns.
My fellow poet we need to get the Word out,
time is running short.
Where is our burden for the lost?
WHO'S THIS BABE BY LEWIS BAILY
Each day is shattered
As the weeds of doubts
Become overgrown between splintered moments
Grown stale from fear
Fertilized by advice of fallen dreams
That has left heavy footprints
Now hardened to tombstones
Before I find myself taking the lead
Deep into the roots of it all
Forcing me to be dirty
In veiny caverns erected
Vacuuming snakes of light
Slithering through my innocence
Delivering only naked spaces
Crushed by claustrophobic scents of loneliness
And the uninvited now gone
Ushers the reminiscent hunger for welcoming.
Soiled thoughts multiply, suffocating me
Tightly trying to grab hold
What’s good, what’s bad, true, false
Frightens me to my greatest crime
Uncertainty slips me further down
Broken fragments of truth
Cutting senses away from my identity
Exposing emotions of my wounds
Caught on the corners of time
I must stay in one place traveling great horizons
With nothing between but me
Bridging shattered days
Past questions with no answers
Where truth is beauty
And beauty is lived not followed
But shattered days as these
Do not see; I stand without vision
To stop any reason
For me to trickle through
Stubborn soil beginning to erode
By sweat squeezed out
Impossible angles slowly expanding
Stiff layers of age
That before caused procrastination of former guilt
And agitation of future ignorance
Divorcing all from the song
Our breaths exhale
Now vibrating the terrain
Echoing melodies of before and after
Dance in the background
And what’s gone never ends
Making them not lost, but here
Who knew an astronomer is born in these depths
For I am a man known before time
Treading in new oceans formed
In the underbelly of my existence
Saturating reflections from above
That brightens heroes fearless of pressure
Beginning to conduct distant currents
Building waves of passion
Synthesizing charges up past each cavern
As I spiral through my own mind
Leaving the impossible behind
Creating lightning that strikes from the ground
Where I walk confidently in my difference
BE THANKFUL BY SELA AMU
There was once a man who had
No food or money
So he went out searching for some one
Who would give him some.
He came across a house with a chimney so stout
So he decided to knock its door,Then a man came out
The man asked him for some food,so this man gave him a jar of pickles
The man took the jar and rejoiced.
Soon in the night a beautiful goblin arrived and gave the man a bag full of golden coins.
Using which this man was strong enough to be proud.
Be thankful it matters!
THE COP BY HEMU GUPTA
While we all sleep tightly and safely in our warm and fluffy blankets.
One man is always duty bound and ever alert.
We can have a tensionless and fear free life with the hope.
We are under the protection of ever alert cop.
He is the watchdog who protects us from various bloodhounds.
He protects from minor or heinous crimes bearing innumerable wounds.
He cleans the illegal worms of the society with his legal mop.
We all should be grateful to the ever active cop.
He stays away from his family while we all enjoy the delirium of parties and festivals.
He guards zealously while the v.i.p’s gather crowd with their arrival.
Be it Loneliness, burning heat and large crowds he never stops.
So next time you enjoy in crowds think about the ever sacrificing cop.
Yes some of them are dishonest, some of them are unjustifiable.
Yes some of them are favourable to big fishes and biased towards the feeble.
But it doesn’t mean that every policeman is not doing his job.
So please keep an open mind before judging a cop.
One man is always duty bound and ever alert.
We can have a tensionless and fear free life with the hope.
We are under the protection of ever alert cop.
He is the watchdog who protects us from various bloodhounds.
He protects from minor or heinous crimes bearing innumerable wounds.
He cleans the illegal worms of the society with his legal mop.
We all should be grateful to the ever active cop.
He stays away from his family while we all enjoy the delirium of parties and festivals.
He guards zealously while the v.i.p’s gather crowd with their arrival.
Be it Loneliness, burning heat and large crowds he never stops.
So next time you enjoy in crowds think about the ever sacrificing cop.
Yes some of them are dishonest, some of them are unjustifiable.
Yes some of them are favourable to big fishes and biased towards the feeble.
But it doesn’t mean that every policeman is not doing his job.
So please keep an open mind before judging a cop.
SAME PLACE BY J BROWN
Someplace 2.12.13 - 6.12.13
We all may move in different directions
at times we will coincide
we take a choice at intersections
we may take along a ride
and choose which way we drive.
Our course depends on each selection
the future we derive is hidden from our eyes
until it comes to sight.
We may use our instinct in anticipation
yet it still may take disguise
and be of some surprise.
Obstacles cause some consternation
littering our route to someplace
we take our time to wind around
in this some kind of race.
We may not abound with inspiration
but should attempt this charge with grace
as we journey to our fate.
POINT OF POWER BY TRACY BOLLINGE
When thoughts rush the tongue,
to be spoken, vying is each one.
But cantering, on some in flight,
pick and peruse a few you might.
Where, were you thus beholden,
what part did you find to meld in?
The beginning in flurry, or in end,
perhaps middle, you in mind fend.
I'm wont, splitting a finite difference,
at point, becoming infinite reference.
As such, I am defining by an impulse,
action's manifest, at centre of pulse.
Seek to be reason, joining cause,
to effect, focused in infinite pause. . .
Be the word left out; but still read. . .
the intent; when hiding becomes hid.
Be change of coin; becoming cash. . .
abruptness; of collision become crash.
Be precision; where miss becomes hit. . .
instant; where dim becomes well-lit.
Be decision; where trigger pull is shot. . .
immediacy; of loosing becoming lost.
Speed; of quick become extreme fast. . .
be a pause; holding tic to tuck's past.
Be choice; fork becomes path taken. . .
change; of dislike becoming forsaken.
Be line crossed; dying becomes death. . .
passing; of breathing being next breath.
Be voice heard; right separating wrong. . .
words just sung; moment they are song.
Always find self in the precise moment,
where transition is defining in comment.
Where thought's action, meets it's power,
hitch will, where consciousness is flower.
No matter what happens, be there. . . .
THE GHOST OF LLYRIA BY ARISTOTLE JONES
The clouds were dark and foreboding
circling the mountains of despair
and the predators of summer lay hiding
deep in their forested lairs,
but the creatures that came out to prey
in that ancient, beautiful land
knew not the laws of nature
nor those of God or of man.
They thrived on a primitive hatred
and knew only bloodthirsty rage,
they attacked with the ravenous hunger
of hell hounds finally uncaged.
I lived in the shadows and stalked them,
I traded my soul for their lives;
For their evil I traded them evil
to be sure that it didn't survive.
In that land so enchanted and haunting
I became a ghost in the night;
I looked into the darkest abyss,
but somehow I held onto the light
and though it led me back up to the surface
not all of me really survived.
I found my purpose and passion
at least for a short span of time,
I learned when the innocent suffer
to do nothing is the only real crime.
Bound by honour I did what I could
and by God, I would do it again,
I will stand by my every decision
and hope there's salvation in sin.
I pray that the ground long watered with bloodshed
will one day bloom with true peace
and all the nonsensical hatred
will finally and forever cease...
That kingdom where I once was a ghost
lost between shadow and light
becomes a place of true beauty
that lives in my dreams in the night.
DANGEROUS GAME BY NAYD ABIGAIL
Butterfly so sickly sweet
Splendour shines beyond
Beast within the Beauty
Beauty within the Beast
The widow awaits
Silver tongue dances
through spoken words
Web of weaved truths
Hidden lies remain
The clueless are enraptured
The game begins
The splendour falls
THE REEF BY LOUISE VORSTER
Red, yellow and blue, early morning sun rise
Wet suite on, black and tight, just the right size
Boat hitting the water, splashing through a wave
me holding on tight, the water's light spray I crave
Miles into the shining sea, found the right spot
rolling back into this deep water, oxygen I've got
Down, down, down I go
engulfed into the deep blue sea...
pressure building with every feet
soon the bottom of the sandy reef, I will greet
Moving, floating, weightless, crystal clear sea
experience unique, aquatic life so free
Soon my air will be low, now a new goal
Need to reach the surface soon
back to dry land, leaving behind, in the sea my soul..
BLACK BY CHEMI RAYOS
Spiritual endeavours
I Translate their letters
Each day I step outside
& see black feathers
No limits no measures
I'm finding soul treasures
Excess escapist
Drug induced pleasures
black water, black leather
black eyes, black air
Daisies sprouted from a corpse
in her long black hair
I use to once care
but it's synonymous
To fear so I said no more &
Now the dead just appear.
TOGETHER WE STAND, TOGETHER WE WIN BY MICHAEL KNOSPE
How far does someone go for the greater good,
Who else will stand to help the neighbourhood,
Will you stand to help the greater USA?
Or will your feelings go astray?
So many that kneel for help,
some are weak, a little more then a welp,
if at all possible, would you lend a hand?
Or will you play like you can not comprehend?
The times are tough, no doubt,
Lets take a stand to prove what we are about,
help out in a way that isn't a hand out,
teach a skill that puts one on the right route,
You will win if your on this team,
for together, We can be the sun's beam.
HIM BY MARISTA SMITH
He is my strength
He is my weakness
He is my hell
and he is my heaven
He is my nightmare
But he is my dreams
He is my warmth
when i turn cold in the night
He is my song
The reason i take a breath
He is the story i hold to my heart
My everything
I wouldn't be me without him
He is my heart
My soul and my thoughts
He is my best friend
My love
and my lover
How could i live this life
without him at my side?
COROLINES BEGINING
A wonderful thing happened God, answered a prayer he sent you to be with us. Your parents are so blessed having you in their life they named
You Caroline, and this is your beginning. A perfect gift the gift of life,
Gods blessing, our little angel small and sweet, healthy and happy.
Caroline feels your heart with love, and happiness when ever you see
her smile it melts your heart. You never want to leave her but
sometimes you have to, that's OK she will be fine. Oct 15 is your
day, the day you were born, your birthday, and your beginning.
You have made the world a better place just by you being in it.
I am so glad I had the chance to meet you for a while. I'll never
forget how it changed my life, you were my lil munching.
Remember always that miss Rebais thinking of you..
HOLD YOUR HAND
It's just not fair
This spell that you have cast upon me
This curse, a malefic
This dreaded need to yearn for your affections
but cannot
I hate this feeling now
but i want you just the same
but how could you?
I have done everything i could
with the little resources that i had
I would sell my soul to Satan
I would turn my back to God himself
I would murder, I would steal
to the point my soul will never be healed
But alas!
I cannot
I am not allowed
Just as I am not allowed
to even hold your hand
PROVIDED MEADOW BY DANIEL ACORN
This pen and me, we sat amid the meadow
Strewn in grass we wrote about the colour yellow
Provided on some paper not from these trees
But others cut for me.
This pen is guided over leaves with words
Of men in those buildings in the summer.
Here I am a product, provided in the meadow
These words and metaphor lined up
Like the trees that rustle.
This skill will drive nails into them
To hell, what is this sign man unto them?
I am so, so sorry meadow.
YOU AND ME BY PAMELA
When You are so near
I realise how dear you are
Words fail me because of an unknown fear
Trips down from my heart, a sorrowful tear
My heart screams out for you, do you hear?
\I feel lonely, my heart raises a hue,
So many thoughts and dreams about you
As though we are made for each other,
to share and to care for, together.
How I wish to tell the truth for you to hear
That, I Love You, am yours, Now and Forever !
\But then, when You are so near
I realise how dear you are
Words fail me because of an unknown fear
Trips down from my heart, a sorrowful tear
My heart screams out for You, do you hear
LATE NIGHT DRIVE BY JONATHAN MALAER
Being without you makes me feel empty inside.
I forget that I’m supposed to breathe to stay alive.
My chest gets so very tight, and my eyes moisten.
My heart races but not because of joy and excitement,
But because of the sadness I feel without you.
I was driving home tonight,
Alone on an empty road with my thoughts,
Of course you were there with me.
As my hands tightly clutched the steering wheel;
My heart was routinely breaking again.
I kept thinking of how I didn’t feel whole,
Now that you are gone and have moved on
I kept thinking that even though you hate me,
I don’t hate you; my love for you is still strong.
It’s like a curse, only just a little bit worse.
It was a very lonely drive tonight,
Not having you by my side.
How long must this keep going on?
NEW JOURNEY BY J MALAER
The way she calls him boyfriend,
Painfully stabs me in the chest.
It feels like only minutes after she left,
Another came into the picture,
And became her new Mr.
I sit cold and alone wondering…
My mind never seems to be at rest.
She’s always tumbling around inside my head.
Everything seems to remind me of our beautiful mess.
I left for 4 days to try and escape the insanity.
I climbed mountains. She climbed with me.
Enjoyed the magnificence of the Grand Canyon.
She stared at me from the other side.
I even went to Vegas to escape it.
Mr. Kravitz wreaked some amazing havoc,
And she brought tears to my eyes.
I no longer feel safe inside of me,
Only feeling betrayed instead.
Why does she do this to me?
How can someone who loves you tear you apart?
She says she hates me,
She never wants to see me.
She wants me out of her life.
But for close to a year she WAS my life.
She helped me breathe again…
Look at me now, sad and lonely,
Writing sappy poetry?
Wishing things were better,
Maybe if they never…
But I can’t think that way.
Tomorrow is a new day.
One foot in front of the other,
She is no longer my rudder.
I must guide myself again.
Make new friends, and maybe,
Just maybe I will be able to give a little grin,
Knowing I’m able to live again…
See... I've been wondering...
THE MISSING OPORTUNITY
The smile of the moon is hidden by the Soupy fog
As I walked into Metro Store that evening
Series of beautiful Lipstick got my attention
As I passed through the Mac display
I stopped and look at one of my favourite colors
The store girl was busy talking with her friend
Ignoring my vivacious presence there
I tried to ask about the price and she replied in cold tone
was she lack of customer approach tips ?
Did she judge a customer outwardly ?
But one thing for sure
The shop girl had lost the best opportunity in selling
The smile of the moon is still hidden by the soupy fog
I wonder why no smiling lips of the girl shop
In the lipstick display
Fact of live, I concluded my evening.
HER AND HIM BY KULEY FO
They say beauty lies within,
Well he's got a beauty and she lies with him,
She shines bright but his light is dim,
She was pure and innocent but tainted by his sin,
He says she's so good, planning to share her with friends,
They say ignorance is bliss but this girl can't fend,
She's slipping from grace, there is no way to pretend,
They're on the same journey, she rides with him,
He's determined, he'll strive, has hunger from within,
But he's like a hitman, don't collide with him,
She'stoo naive so won't cut ties with him,
Her friends don't know anything, she won't confine in them.
She was heaven sent
But about to be ruined, he wants that
And he's hell bent
DARBY BY ED M
You know now
I broke the window’s glass
Lied to you
One who loved me most
Shared every thing
Shared our incurable disease
I am recovering
You watch me, more than ever.
You know now
I drank at your funeral
Your last ask
See you were there
I still bottled
My head lay low for years.
You know now
I changed for better
I see you
Dancing with mom in heaven
You know now
Our love was real.
In memory of my grandfather
Darby
While listening to Eleanor Rigby sung by
Donald Dark
SOMEWHERE IN ALABAMA BY LAURA DIPZINSKI
We stood before God & we took a vow
Just one lie away from the mess we're in now
The bond was so easy to break
Like a twig in your hand
A lifetime of union - a pillar of trust
All swept away by a man's selfish lust
Insanity or a mistake?
I just can't understand
When you told me to leave
I had nowhere to go
But I got in my car
And I drove & I drove
And the tears they kept falling
Til I thought I would choke
I just wanted to stay
You're the man that I love
Still you sent me away
My love wasn't enough
And the pain it kept growing
Til the heart of me broke
Now I'm living a lie
Every day of my life
Trying hard to pretend
I'm not somebody's wife
My mind keeps recording the days
Like some old movie camera
While I'm hiding away
Somewhere in Alabama
Soon paper will say that the ties are no more
But my heart can't go back to what it was before
Once love is burned into the soul
It will suffer the scar
I'm still dreaming of you
Every night as I sleep
Trying hard to let go
But the memories are deep
And I have to move on - yes I know
But I never get far
When you told me to leave
I had nowhere to go
But I got in my car
And I drove & I drove
And the tears kept on falling
Til I thought I would choke
I just wanted to stay
You're the man that I love
But you sent me away
My love wasn't enough
And the pain it kept growing
Til the heart of me broke
Now I'm living a lie
Every day of my life
Trying hard to pretend
I'm not somebody's wife
My mind keeps recording the days
Like some old movie camera
While I'm hiding away
Somewhere in Alabama
This isn't my world
This isn't our home
This isn't our room
Where I sleep now - alone
I don't recognize anything
Just who the hell am I?
So tired
Pretending that I'm someone strong
When I don't even know
Where I belong
Sometimes it takes everything
Not to break down and cry......
LIFES HIGH SCORE BY JESSE BOYER
Sun shines rain rains nature takes control
plant your seed nourish it
memories will flow
love life live life
and share what you have come to know
it may be just be forgotton
Though i've seen where words can go
they can lead you to the light
or where the light dont shine no more'
But darkness is weak
Success is yours
i can see it
its in your core
your heart beats heavy
but you want some more
i'll never QUIT
I'd get to bored
Accomplished it
Yeah lifes high score
WIFE BY PHILIP MOORE
She was my love, she was my life,
She was my woman, she was my wife.
\I gave her my soul, I gave my heart,
She gladly took it and tore it apart.
\I loved her more than life itself
but her love for me was somewhere else.
\Her past lives she couldn't leave behind
and to my love she seemed to be blind.
\I love her still but now I see
I loved her more than she loved me.
POISON POWER BY MO BURCHILL
You are a flower
Your fragrance has taken power
The beauty of you is entrancing
My heart leaps when you sing
But your leaves sprout poison
And hurt me with no reason
As winter approaches you disappear
Now I live without fear
I can heal the poisoned heart
With new wings that I'll never part
For they have given me security
And bring me peace while feeling free
WHISPERS OF GOST BY SUMIT T
The whispers of ghosts often fall on deaf ears
Wandering voices that hide and reappear
Our mind's fog is concealing
Or perhaps they are messages not ready for revealing
An ear open awaiting a voice
Praying that after there still remains a choice
Listening but struggling to stay strong
Pondering if these ghosts have long passed on
BEOUTIFUL BUTTERFLY BY ARDALAN
Where are you my beautiful butterfly..
Why did you leave without saying good-bye..
You spread your wings and flew away..
Left me here alone to stay..
In my loneliness I stood..
Dreaming of all the good..
We used to have and used to be..
Dreaming of when we were free..
Suddenly I felt a breeze..
A feeling that made me at ease..
The gentle stroke of your wings..
Gave me the strength of a million kings..
Once again you were back in me..
Once again you made me see..
What life is and has always been..
Feeling you beneath my skin..
I ask of you nothing more..
But taking the step through the door..
Which leads inside of my heart..
And lets you end and lets us start..
DONT WORRY BY PETER DONARLDSON
Do you worry, my friend?
Do you concern yourself about
Your immediate future?
Remember this simple fact=
Today is the tomorrow we
worried about yesterday,
and all is well
Never forget.
GREATER BY BEN BREWER
As I see you sitting there
In the throne you call a chair
Angel smile, Angel face
I don't deserve this sublime grace
Am I the only one to see
You sitting so angelically?
And in the moments such as this
I am grateful I exist
I wish to see you everyday
And find a place where we could stay
But you are greater than I could be
So I will admire secretly
When you pass me in the hall
You don't notice me at all
But maybe one day when I die
I will meet you in the sky
For surely heaven wants you back
But since this grace I clearly lack
The chances are just as well
I'll think of you when I'm in hell.
POSITIVE STARS FROM BIRTH BY BOBY JOHNSON
Positive starts from birth If the key turn then the key works what you don't earn is what you ain't worth some say talk is cheap but see what it's worth you can bet your bottom dollar there's no heaven on earth ............But ...... the book gose on........
YOUR BEST1/92 BY LE-AN RODERICK
I know it gets lonely. When your one and only
takes off down the road.
So grab a seat and take off a load.
Because once again your on your own
Really it's ok that he left.
Because come hell or high water
You still know how to be your best.
MIMICKED BY DANYA HAIL
Can you feel it?
My heart has gone numb.
Can you see it?
My expression has been lost for months.
Can you hear it?
My laughing box broke.
Can you remember it?
My smile, laugh, and warmth that has been missing for months again.
Can you accept it?
She's gone.
That girl whom everyone loved.
Gone.
Replaced with a shadow whom no one knows,
Nor recognises.
Something that tries
To be like a mime,
To remind everyone of what they did
To this precious little girl
Who once smiled so brightly,
Who was killed by
Sharp ended words.
THE JESSE SERIES BY HOPE
DREAM
As I close my eyes
The image returns
Like it so often does
Oh how I love it
Standing there in front of me
A flawless example of a man
The way you lick your lips
I can tell you're nervous
A smile crosses my face
You're so handsome
You're beyond amazing
You're what I've been waiting for
Our eyes are locked on one another
I can see your thoughts
You can feel my soul
The feelings are there as always
You know I think you're perfect
I know you think I'm beautiful
Together we are unstoppable
We are unbreakable
HAUNTED
You look away and turn from me
What is it you're so afraid of?
Why won't you let me in?
Your past haunts you
I know it does
I see it when we talk
You say you don't know
You're just not ready
You don't want the stress
My smile drops
My gaze meets the ground
I can't stand this
I don't get it
Why can't you see that I understand?
I know your pain
Why can't you see?
I'm not like them
I won't hurt you
Just give me a chance
That's all I need
Just let me show you
I can prove it
REALITY
I drift back to the real world
Hear the familiar tune
Yelling at me to wake
It's so cold in the morning
The light is blinding but I don't care
Through blurry eyes I read it
That same smile appears on my face "Good morning"
It's you
Just like it is every day
My heart races
For now, I'm happy
Maybe something will come of this
I know I want it to
As for you
I'm really not sure
Time will only tell I guess
*sigh*
"Good morning, Jesse(:"
DEVOTION LIKE FLAME BY SHAI
Main road is always clean
But someone walks in narrow roads
Why they face trouble
To reach destination
Some people practice
Hatayoga, fasting
Why they suffer themselves
When god is in them
Devotion is an easy way
Devotion like flame
God alike butter
Whence we become devotee
God melts as butter
We get tasty ghee
God never leaves devotees
UNABLE BY XAN
You couldn't remember
the last time you heard that sound
because it was your name
and she said it so sweetly.
And you didn't explain
how you smiled when you were scarred
because you thought she was like the others
and she would ignore that too.
You couldn't understand
what she was doing when she asked
because nobody ever asked
and you thought you were crazy again.
And you didn't pretend
that you were alright anymore
because you became glass
and she could see right through you.
You couldn't believe
how somebody knew you so well
because you didn't know her
and she had the same exact problems.
And you didn't hesitate
when you told her everything
because she did the same
and she kept getting closer too.
You couldn't deny
that you were happy for once
because she liked to talk
and you could join in with her.
And you didn't lie
when you said you were alright
because you were this time
and she said that she loved you.
ALL HAS IT BY KISH
Stop, some one said,
You don't belong to this place,
No, I don't, said the child, but want to be here,
there are many things I want to tell and share.
What makes you tell that and how do you dare,
being a nothing to even come here.
Well, asked the child, who said I am nothing,
See like you I have all the body parts, blood and a brain to think.
Oh ho, so you talk above your age,
C'mon child you have done enough to raise my rage.
Now its time you stop and go,
or else you will see what to a child I dont like to show.
I am a child I know, power and strength are not that I can show,
but peep in your heart and see,
when everything is same then how different can we be.
I may be poor or low in class,
but newborn child has no tag of rich, poor or a particular class,
It's people like you who define these all,
to remain on top to ensure that you all never fall.
You can stop me from coming here,
but cannt take away the strength
that alone brought me to you,
and stand and stare at you defying all your words of fear.
THE RISK BY UNKNOWN
Suicidal love has been lost anger felt with each feeling tossed heart keeps pumping faster now Subliminal thoughts have gone a fowl What was this reason for us to be Was there really a you and me For I was blinded But now I see What kind of fool You made of me It's to late for me to retract no time left for you to react every thing is so crimson red so many feelings that I have bled now I lay alone in our bed with a dark emptiness that crowds my head wondering where we went wrong
WATCHED BY STAN BRIERLY
Its quite remarkable what little birds do,
Sitting and watching soaking up the view,
There he is apparently observing me,
As I row this sparrow I see.
Patiently he stays with his head on the side,
Casually he remains in the breeze outside,
Protected by branches shielded from the wind
Cute little fellow with his eyes skinned.
After a while its closer he came,
Not very far from my window frame,
Even at that he was not phased,
Still inquisitively intent and seemed amazed.
Together we looked each to his own,
Both in doubt assessing what's known,
When I ceased with my camera in hand,
I photographed him as I had already planned.
These little creatures they're quick and light,
And are graceful when actually in flight,
My rowing over this chap flew away,
But wasn't surprising that he did not stay.
Quite fascinating to see this little sparrow watching me as
I watched him while rowing on my rowing machine for
some time,hence the poem.
BATTERED HEAD BY STEELE BOCKS
"Through the eyes of the beholder, we are humbled as little children. For what not you see, I see, they see, such livid candor. Appear before thy mirror of scrunity and judge not thy self harsh, for the condemnation of yourself simply reflects the pain of your concientious heart. Steer not wrecklessly in the wishing well for heavy cars will never float, remembering that you're simply made of earthly clay not a titantic steel hulled boat. Tumultuous thy battered heart may be, yet steady in the wind, for by allowing others to reverberate the good in you, lifes longevity you shall win."
LUNA TANGO BY DAVE F
The bright eye of the night, shines down in darkness.
Indebted to us, to cirle in a month.
\The water she comes and follows he,
always a step behind.
Rising and falling night and day,
Off the horizon he rides.
\They dance in a circle, invisible embrace.
Like lovers in Tango enthralled,
Together forever, they dance, never touch.
The Moon and the Earth evermore.
WINDINING BY RHADA
In the wilderness with no hope
lost forever among the trees
I stumble on a rotten log
fall down to my knees
Water's gone, my throat is dry
I look for berries to eat
anything for sustenance
before I have to sleep
Lost here now for many days
searching for a way out
I've wandered around in circles
as I scream and shout
No one has heard my forlorn cry
or seen my campfire smoke
I'm trying to keep my sanity
by remembering funny jokes
Now my mind is wandering
my voice can no longer yell
I know that I am dying here
in this beautiful piece of Hell
A MULE BY LEILA A
I underestimated the search
and came out a fool.
I looked for answers everywhere
and everywhere found ghouls.
I journeyed through the lowest valleys
and with shadows as my fuel.
I searched for this thing you call love
but my encounters were cruel.
So I took pilgrimage to Mecca
and there discovered an ancient rule.
I'll never attain that which I can't recognize
and holy land can't make a pilgrim from a mule.
WHY CRY BY GREYLON LINK
Crying releases bad energy when
we've seen more than enough.
Crying reveals happiness whether
a heart is filled with love or lust.
Crying uncovers the truth when
there is no one left to trust.
Crying, it is the best showing of
emotion because it frees us
DONT TOUCH MY TOMATOES BY DANA MOON
Please mister, don't you touch me tomato no, don't touch me tomato nouch me on me pumpkin, potato for goodness' sake, don't touch me tomato
Touch me this, touch me that touch me everything I got touch me plum, me apples too but here's one thing you just can't do
All you do is feel up, feel up aon't you tired of feel up, feel up all you do is squeeze up, squeeze up ain't you tired of squeeze up, squeeze up
Mister, take advice from me the more you look is the less you'll see but if you just must have your way double the price you'll have to pay
Oh, you're hard like a coconut but nuts, oh nuts, are nothing but? Make up your mind, man, what is what
All you do is feel up, feel up ain't you tired of feel up, feel up all you do is squeeze up, squeeze up ain't you tired of squeeze up, squeeze up
EVERY NEW DAY BY DEEPANITTA MISRA
Everything I knew
Was a mystery after all
'Cause there's no pain
After I've taken the fall
Each of us has a life
Live it while you can
Explore every avenue
And make a new plan
Don't be afraid to die
Don't live with fears
There's victory for them
Who can conquer tears...
HOODWINKED BY JESS DURHAM
candy canes and gingerbread
hanse, gretel, little red
running from a good thief
you think the wolf?
you'rs wrong you'll see
RELIGION BY NEKITA
Religion gives humanity a way to divide,
Some people misbelieve yet others take pride,
Sometimes it causes dispute, even conflict and war,
Other times it brings people together, giving them something to live for.
Having faith is necessary, as long as it is sincere,
If followers mis-understand then ignorance can bring fear.
People who fight and kill, in the name of God
End up suffering themselves and their values get lost.
We must seek to understand and realise the truth,
Keep an open mind and heart as you find out what is right for you,
Everyone is entitled to knowing who they are,
Where they have come from and how to go far.
Explore deep within allowing your inner beauty to shine,
Once you have touched your core, you will experience the divine,
You won’t need saints or scriptures; you’ll have a clear vision,
Your identity will be revealed and that will be your only religion.
SLEEP TIGHT BY LARRY REESE
every night as i go to bed
i fight the things that linger in my head
what did i do wrong this day
what unkind word did i say
how would my dreams be
what visions would i see
this night,
i hope to sleep tight
AWAY I GO
way i go to the place i belong to sing a song of love to come.
Away i go to found my love to bring him back home.
Away i go not far but close to the river that you may be there.
Away i go to so many place to found my true love.
Away i go maybe it is not the way to go.
Away i go is no place for me to found him, because he is not the way to go.
WINTER GARDERN BY COLMAN HORGAN
It’s not the clogged drains
of flat mottled leaves
obstinately blocked,
Nor the dead tomatoes
in the green glass house,
Or the windfalls left
in a no mans land
a chipping driveway
shorn by winter’s breath
It’s moss on the car
The everyday
VESPER BY JACOB RAJU
in this very evening
we beseech you jesus
keep us always
in your loving grace.
obstruct bad dreams
not to come in sleep
children we are in the night
make us my jesus bold.
give us strength to destroy
the evil-tempter by our foot
keep us safe not to fall
in the way of destruction root.
father, son and holy spirit
great god we praise
live for ever and ever
rule us and to raise.
THE CAMERA BY JOHN
The camera sees all.
Reality or illusion.
It captures a moment in time,
The camera,
catches the truth,
And shows it to us.
The camera,
Our eyes,
Our windows to the world.
FOR MY LOVE BY SABA
My dear beloved you are so beautiful
When I first saw you.
My heart was yours
Your glowing beauty made me crazy
Your blue eyes is like exactly blue sea
Your hair is like golden silk strings
Your forehead is bright
Your voice is like a beautiful melodious song
Your existence is fragile like glass
Touch will break
Your complexion is like a strawberry shake
Your breath is hot like the sun
Your lips red like cherries and pink like rose petals
I'm in love with you
You are my first wish of my life
AVA EARNEST By BENJAMIN
Ocean blue eyes on olive skin
Ruby lips and flirtatious grin
Long light locks curve into the sky
The sight of her beauty means you will die
It's her job to hunt the people's revolutuion
That are slowing the government's evolution
Hired by the top she disappears into dark
Her autograph a shallow lead mark
One night she stalks a man unknown as John
He turns a corner and then he's gone
A heavy object dents her head
Falling off the roof and left to bled
An hour later she is still on the ground
Until a trinity on footsteps make a sound
A trail of blood follows where she's dragged
Thrown in a room, bound and gagged
LETS TALK BY NADIA ABDELRAZEK
Let's not pretend it's all okay
as the words spoken slay.
Regardless of the intention
the conversation had no passion.
Lets talk is what is remembered
but everything changes like the weather.
All is over lets talk is forgotten
just like a field of picked cotton.
Let's talk Let's talk faded words
sounds like chirpping birds.
Meaningless sounds
left within a mound.
Let's talk is no more
free to finally soar.
IN SEARCH OF GOD BY SID ASH
I wandered here and there ,
I crossed seven seas,
I climbed up on the hills,
Someone told me that God is up there,
I roamed in the deserts ,
To find where the God is?
I searched for Him every where,
Everywhere in deep jungles,in deep blue oceans,
I searched for him here and there,
I tried to find Him in the child's smile,
I strived alot and couldnt find Him,
When I gave up my hope,
Sitting in sadness and frustration,
Someone whispered near to my ear,
You looked for Him and here and there and everywhere,
Have u looked for Him in your heart,
He dwells in your heart and you are unaware,
And I realized that ,I have found Him
SWEET HAPPENINGS BY LISA SPEARS
As I look beyond the abyss
Dreaming of thee of Whom I miss
Sweet imaginings upon my lips
Forever sealed from our first kiss
In the clouds
My head did rest
Like an open bloom
Caressed by the mist
No other man
Compares to this
This feeling of
Love's true kiss
Oh cleansing rain
Wash away my tears
Releash me from my childish fears
And come home quickly to me, my dear
In your arms
Is where I seek
Like the branches of a tree
Firmly rooted at my feet
Your branches hold
Tenderness, but strength
Bearing scars, but no one sees
The man, the tree, who means all to me
STILL PENDING NOEL CHRISTINE
I lay here dreaming
Of being with you
I know we are
Of one heart, not two
Every minute precious
Every second a dream
Being at your side
You and I as a team
Weaving our heart strings
Together as a braid
I know we can do this
Please, don't be afraid
I know your heart
And you know mine
The love we have
Will outlast time
So put your hand in mine
And come walk with me
I promise you my Love
I will love you for eternity
CARRY ME TO THE WATER BY ERICA O'BRITIS
Carry me to the water
Where my dreams seem more alive
Lay me down upon the sand
Tell me the story of life
Through your eyes
With my head in your lap
The space is closing in
The gap between our two beings almost doesn't exist
Carry me to the water
In your strong arms like I'm your daughter
Carry me to the water
Like a baby I will sleep tonight
Wild colorful dreams exist beyond my closed eyes
But it's these dark and dreary things that fuel my fight
That give me life
Carry me to the water
In the day or in the night
Beneath the light of the stars and moon
Or the sun
Just show me the light
Any light
Carry me to the water
Lay me upon the sand
A better me is being awoken
With every touch from your hand
HOW I FEEL BY CATHARINA
How comes this word is so painful but remains quite truthfully interesting? How come is so full of hatred but it appears to be quite perfect? Unrequited love and dissapointment which people find bittering It's this world of ours that sometimes we don't respect I was once unyieldingly hedonistic Juvenile,langurous and persistent I felt alive,different and very optimistic But then something stopped me and life became more realistic Sad poor old soul I became Repressing myself from what The king of this world sustained Madly lost and wild in the world's sinful desire I was very much unsatisfied and starved for love quickly I remained Aware of others feelings I became apparent Of how people react and what intrigues their thoughts I should not have felt responsible but neither become indifferent I should've care at only what God thinks and stop blaming my faults
LOVE I'M HERE TO STAY BY SIO MAMROOI
Here at that closed road we stood.
Dare I to embrace you, hold you? Indeed, I should.
I wanted your smile, but sadness you showed.
I wanted to speak, but with my words, I chocked.
Raindrops of sorrow carpeted on our love ground, soaked.
I saw crystal depletes in your eyes,
Tears shy of falling in front of me, hidden.
Don’t worry, don’t you cry, by the fate,
My name with your name is written.
Have you ever seen a love story with no misery?
Love; why you’re always hurts? Why you keep on cutting?
Here to say you had the heart and its pulse and beats,
Deep inside like queen, there you’re sitting.
It’s so painful, unbearable,
But it is a price we ought to pay.
Its sound impossible, I know
But look! Here comes the Reunion day.
When we’ll rest and wrestle, fight then laugh,
When my head, upon your shoulder I’ll be able to lay.
I’ll be the one that raise his hands for you and pray,
To Lord, to keep your soul from going astray.
So even you can't see my face now,
My love for you will last, legendary, born to stay.
Do you hear the earth’s humming and bleats?
With the sky, they promised to pleat,
For us, so one day, we can meet
Fall in love once again, and make love excavate
IF AN ANSWER OF HUMAN'S CREATION IS THE STORY OF "ADAM AND EVE" THEN WHY ARE WE MAKING EACH OTHER BLEED BY URVASHI CHOUBEY
The truth of the Universe
No one really knows
Struggling are our experts
Of information there is an ample flow
Of the available information- what is right and wrong?
Debating are on this matter our specialists from quite long
The unfurled secrets of Universe
Every one desires to know
On the contrary
The truth of the moment
Then why do we let go?
You may have all answers to questions from
Bible, Gita, Ramayana and Quran
Reading them is tripe
If one fails to implement its preaching for life long
Butchered were the Jews in Hitler’s realm
Crushed were the innocent souls in 9/11 and 2008 Mumbai assail,
For answering any wrong
Each country today has latest ‘Nuclear Bombs’,
Then
Why an answer of all damages and hazards
Is the existence of Al Qaeda or Jihad?
In the pursuit of political games
For corruption “illiteracy” has been blamed
If illiteracy was the reason of ‘horror’ and ‘terror’
Then why till today we haven’t witnessed any CHANGE?
From the frame of terror
For once discount Osama and Saddam
Doing so has been the easiest way
Of putting on your wounds some pain relief balm
Graduate from Oxford, Masters from Cambridge; might be thee
But the basic lessons of humanity from our minds we have; let flee
Of differences and inequality
In our minds were sowed the seeds
At times by our ancestors, at times by the hypocrite advocates of religion
Caste, Creed, Color and Rage
Are the chapters of the book
In which humanity is caged
Shut your mouths and stop your pleas
Because the real creator of terrorism is YOU and ME
If an answer of Human's creation
Is the story of Adam and Eve
Then why are we making each other Bleed?
Terrorism is a child of a mere thought
Don’t let this virus further pass
On ‘it’ let us put together a 'FULL STOP
TITLE OF A POEM BY HEART & VOICEBOX
I think you didn't truly believe what I said p
It probably was doubt all across yo face as you read
Take a closer look
It's blood in the ink on the pages of that notebook
But how can I expect yours ears to do different than your tongue
It spoke true words that turned wrong
Some how to this in spite
I thought they would hear my lips right
That didn't go according to plan
I do what I can
So I did my best to make my actions so blatant
I figured it was no way your eyes a get them mistaken
But at last
They were all blocked by your past
It amazed me how you questioned if I could be committed
I see it was you who couldn't
Just for the record I did it.
THE END BY MADHURI
They say world is going to end, Where is river going to flow? Whom will sky shed its shadow, Where does wind going to blow, Who will ever live with words and legends Man has the supreme mind, Can’t it stop the apocalypse? But once, mankind will be freed, From pain, toil and burden, From satisfaction and prosperity. Where does all the inherited culture will go, Will it vanish, Will it just be a legend in next formation? Will there even be next formation? Whom the infamous will be famous, Will their fame will die with them Where the money of all riches will go, What will the use of innovation? Will everything around be dust and land, Or it will be just void and vacuum, It we are to terminate one day, Why do we just exist? When there is no tomorrow.
DARKEST BEFORE DAWN BY MARK HALVARSON
To rest or awake,
The fatal reflection of whom imitates,
The image that gazes back with relic appeal,
Lingering to speak,
Recapture the spirit of a forgotten memory,
And the darkness swallows the light displaying my will,
Now as I try,
These thoughts are so loud that I'm denied,
For I can't even hear what I am trying to say,
Well I don't know when,
But the sun must rise once again,
And the seasons shall call for this cloud to pass by,
The fatal reflection of whom imitates,
The image that gazes back with relic appeal,
Lingering to speak,
Recapture the spirit of a forgotten memory,
And the darkness swallows the light displaying my will,
Now as I try,
These thoughts are so loud that I'm denied,
For I can't even hear what I am trying to say,
Well I don't know when,
But the sun must rise once again,
And the seasons shall call for this cloud to pass by,
YOUR GIRL BY MADALYN LEE
I want to love you so bad,
Because you're the only one who
Can make laugh while making me mad.
And nobody's been here for me like you.
It's always been you there
To cheer me up while I cry.
And I've tried to love you, I swear,
But I can't and don't know why.
And through all these years,
You were the only one in the world
To catch every one of my tears,
So please know I'll always be your girl.
Even if I can't give back to you
As much love as you have given to me,
No matter what we've gone through,
Your best friend, I promise I'll be.
BECOMING WHO I AM BY LACIE PEACOCK -GLAAB
I am who I am
I wonder who I'll be
I hear my conscious asking
I see the fear that rises upon me
I want to decide
I am who I am!
\I pretend I know what I will become
I feel my knowledge grow each day
I touch my senses that feels so dumb
I worry why I feel this way
I am who I am!
\I understand the importance of my choice
I say to myself that I can complete my goal
I dream of it and I carefully listen to my voice
I try to think harder about that "hole"
I hope I can fulfill it and become one of importance
I am who I am!
MUSING OF SOULS BY MEAGAN G
He touches me, and this is when the world melts,
melts like sweet honey.
In these fleeting moments,
when we are the last women and man standing on earth,
lost in each others eyes, worlds, galaxies...
It is scary to know
my soul can feel this deep.
After so much pain, so much sorrow,
you make my lungs cave- inward.
it is so scary that i cannot see the bottom,
feeling out of breath, collasping,
for my heart is stealing what my body needs to function.
Reality spins into imperfect perfection,
when my eyes are set in the future with you.
This is when we drift among stars,
as they hold us in place, away from the darkness i once saw.
The world comes rushing, rushing back into my body
with all its harsh reality.
Yet in the harsh reality of life, you are there...
reminding me.. that
a piece of our souls remain free.
Free outside of realities jurisdiction.
RIDING THE CHARIOTS BY BURIM LUTA
Riding the chariots of fire,
With no emotion, no human desire
No shiny armor on my chest
Just a will to go beyond
Never, ever will I look back
To my past painted black
To the torment I had to endure
Never, ever again
It was the stare of lifeless eyes
Of a body covered in flies
Eyes blue as sky, deep as ocean
That pierced my sinner soul
Her lovely name was Yvette
Never, ever will I forget
The surprise in her eyes
And the gun in my hand
Her look so fragile, yet so strong
Tells me clearly where I belong
To the deepest circles of hell
Where awaits my final demise.
RAIN DROPS BY SARAH CARNEY
Watch the rain fall
As all the people laugh
Speech thick with liquor.
Their ebb and flow
As the current through the gutter,
Washes over me like water over cobblestones.
Bare feet silent against the clicks of high heels,
Drowned out by thoughts of you.
I’m sorry my affections are so fleeting—
But they don’t make a pill for that.
So burn a hole through my heart with your cigarette
And make this guilty sickness stop,
For I’ve not the energy
To fight the raindrops falling.
LOVERS AND FIGHTERS BY OPHELIA SPOT
Adrenaline is rushing,
barely got through the door.
There’s no time for fussing,
we’re frenzied for more.
Decisions, decisions:
the bed or the floor?
Time is of the essence,
not wasting it with directions.
The rhythm is right, you know where to go;
continue progressing, furthering my flow.
Thought I liked taking it slow-
but hey, you never know.
I’m yours for the night,
or maybe for life.
Start you off with a slice
before I give you the whole pie.
Take it to unprecedented heights
don’t try to play it nice.
Yank my hair as you take me there
use your teeth to pull off my underwear.
You’ve lured me into your lair
I indulge in the talents you’re willing to share
this lovemaking is far beyond compare…
*
My turn to get nasty,
I’ll do whatever tickles your fancy.
Raise my brow, it’s time to get fresh.
You know what’s next-
I begin by gently nibbling on your flesh…
Love to tease while I please,
took your innocent mind and filled it with sleaze.
Lucky for me you’re eager to appease.
Gradually getting rougher,
I’m a fighter, not just a lover.
It’s getting too hot, you’ve kicked off the covers.
I savor every bit as I get deep down under…
Sampling a piece of your cake,
making the bed shake.
Swallowing you as your juices trickle,
seductive sweetness makes my insides tingle.
As I devour your cl*t, I see you bite your lip
inside you, I slide my fingertips.
Thrusting intensely
you’re c*mm*ng immensely.
Driving deeper, moaning’s louder
didn’t peg you for a shouter.
*
Now we’re mixing it up,
take your turn to be tough.
Before, you teased me with a sliver
your gaze is making me shiver.
A mere touch is overflowing my river.
Spread my legs wider…
The room is on fire,
filled with passion and desire.
Kill me with kisses, caresses, and licks
finger me hardcore, I don’t need a d*ck.
Bend me over, my favorite position;
swiftness of a fox, appearance of a vixen.
Fix me, I’m leaking-
I’m dripping, oozing, seeping
Out of every pour,
my body’s begging for more.
Head is throbbing, catching my breath;
inhaling is a struggle that I didn’t expect.
Our hearts are racing, let’s take a break.
No need for space, we’re entwined as we lay
until the next morning- it’s a new day.
FAITHFUL GRACE BY DJ FLOWERS
The light burnt out and darkness wrapped my eyes,
empty, black, gloomy, depressing darkness
When dawn came, the darkness failed to cease.
Apologies only for apologies sake, everything without meaning
Wondering when the purgatory would rescend
then just when hope was seemingly lost
a glimpse revealed itself from beyond .
And with one amazing leap into the abyss
a fleeting, eternal flame was imprinted into my soul
and with that I attached myself to grace
with a revived spirit injected with faith
LOST BY JOE PARRIS
Have you ever looked for something,
something you had but lost.
Not something you get in a coin flip or a toss.
Youth is a gift, gift wasted by young
To waste a give'n, expect to give on.
Choices we make to late to take back,
take back a choice too late for that.
Selfish by nature men old and young,
want to have it all not a give'n,
tisk tisk said the mouse, not one kiss even bloomed,
when one wants to much a soul is consumed.
Miss miss not to merry, as one story ends,
fates not with which one should contend
CHANGES BY RAYMOND PARFITT
I move from darkness into light
And leave behind the terrors of the night.
The dark clouds have now dispersed.
The Sun has found new brilliance in re-birth.
Deceit has found replacement by the truth.
Cynicism; by the innocence of youth'
Reality has taken the place of illusion.
Understanding; by that of confusion.
Defective sight has now become clear'
And courage has displaced cosummate fear.
Winter has given way to the Summer season.
For all this there can be but one reason.
The answer lies within her smiles;
Her presence; her knowing wiles!
But of these things, above
All is her tender gift of love.
CRUSHED BY M W R
He doodled with noodles on the floor,
pajama pants, shirt, institutional
stitching across his chest, the numbers
thick and black, padded walls
and lots of pills,
big men, heavy hands took him
away, away away away, his
brain was electrocuted and he
went away, poof! gone! no
more, that mindset, that self,
obliterated, water boarded over
iceburg ice, froze his self,
frozen and shattered, cooked
with electricity and injections,
back in his cell, pasta
art gone, a drooling moody
subject sits, or sat, blank walls
tell you no stories, lightbulbs
have no sunsets, vague faces
of doctors and hired muscle give no
love, in the walls, between them,
getting smaller, getting crushed,
inch by inch by millimeter,
crushed.
DAILY CHALLENGE BY BARBARA
Whether deciding to diet,
to marry, to grow,
to just live out our daily lives,
the decisions are not made just once,
for all time,
but made again and yet again.
From within our struggle to follow through,
emerges an essence,
one that fuels man's soaring spirit
and drives it further on;
such decisions become
the daily badges of courage
we have won,
LIFE IS OVER BY MICHAEL
Life is over,
the flame is out.
Feeling the cold,
and the doubt.
Here i sit,
my heart shattered.
One wish now,
that never mattered.
Love is gone,
sorrow is here.
All that's left,
is sweet despair.
Life is over,
gone forever.
Take my heart,
now or never!
YOUR LOSS BY B. W. WANGER
At the edge of the island
rocks in the sea,
waves crashing,
is where you'll find me.
Where are you, though?
You told me to be here.
You said, "our loves forever,
meet me at the pier."
I finally get it, as the moon reaches height,
the stars are shining on this beautiful night.
It's ok that you didn't make it,
I learned this lesson, with life, I'll take it.
By myself watching the moon,
a smile on my face,
laughing at you.
It's not my loss,
but your loss,
you'll see,
I thought lust was love,
and that could never be.
AS WAS BY ROBERT BENDORIS
I rarely go where I’ve never been
And never wander anywhere obscene
Where I never was and will not be
In a place obscene not meant for me
The never been where I will not go
Amidst obscene not wished to know
I’ll stay as was and how I’ll be
Where run of mill is made for me
The humdrum spot of fair mundane
Of an average place where I’ll remain
The where I’ll be to wait that day
When death arrives for a soul to stray!
PIOUS BY BRUNDABAN PANDA
Clear mind is pious,
To get divine force.
The mind is a mirror,
It reflects soul pure.
Through divine light,
The soul looks bright.
By pure juice of mind,
Soul becomes purified.
Mind's ego impurities,
Gives way to qualities.
Self realization's rise,
Turns self very wise.
Soul feels own power,
Blossoms as a flower.
On the impurities mud,
It stands as lotus bud.
With the divine light,
Lotus bloosms quite.
On divine water sea,
Mind's lotus is free.
As a beautiful scene.
Pious mind we mean.
Within peaceful area,
Provides sweet sera.
Most pious is feeling,
As devotional dealing.
BEAUTIFUL WITHIN BY RANDA FRANKLIN
I'm 5'6" and proud to be dark-skinned
A victim of unjust views; from self- centered and ignorant men
Unacceptable in their sight, due to the complexion of my skin
Having so much to offer, but you refuse to see the beauty that lies within
Feeling unworthy to be loved, Cause my skin is not the color of which you dream
Acknowledging my anger inside due to the disbelief that these men could be so arrogant which makes me want to burst out and scream
Angry about the fallacy that a dark- skinned woman is to "ugly" to be loved or respected
Finding it inappropriate that I should be hated on just because you suggest it
Feeling violated because of the "insecurities" of these arrogant men
Knowing that I am "worthy" to be loved and respected; so my beauty will "always" be reflected
Displaying poise and an abundance of grace from within.
