Sea of agreeing, I’m looking for keys to the cage.
Jeff Johnson
~*~
Lighted Way
Christopher Pike
I turn to see the shore.
The lights are all shining,
the sea men are all sleeping.
Among the waves I spot
a lone boat careening
through the mad sea.
On the hill to the right
is the little lighthouse.
But the boat is too small
to spot the shore.
No matter how bright the light,
the captain cannot find his
way to the shore.
~*~
21 Guns Salute
Lisandro Infante
...under scrutiny, the soldiers discovered
the subversiveness behind my intentions, the
prudent plots beneath the foolish rubbish of
rebellion- the rest is lies, and torture. the
obviation of my feelings were the worst, and
my only response was to emulate their faces-
those gruesome, distorted masses with eyes
peering aimlessly. monetary means were eliminated,
cause this is mainly concerning power-pure power
not even the ideal of perfection. this is a form
of misdirection-and in my scheduled death I am
re-made into a rumor of hypocrisy. told everything
known and unknown, pushed into sanity, and then
shattered back through the glass of the populated
slums-into insanity. And I think I hear gunshots
filling the air saluting my attempt to rise.
~*~
BEAUTIFUL COUNTERFEITS
You are meaningless
May your soul Rest In Peace.
Rafael
BEAUTIFUL COUNTERFEITS
Alice Woods
You are meaningless
But to the stars that
Call your name and beg
You to join them yet
Again for a brother
Meeting in which you
Laugh at the night who
Shadows the thousands
who are not worthy of
You and your gang of
Beautiful counterfeits.
~*~
~*~
LAMENTATIONS OF A SOUL
(by N.K.NEELAKANTAN)
For a moment he struggled and breathed his last
All pains vanished and he felt floating in the mist
Perils, gains and agonies all left behind
He entered the beautiful misery-free world
Standing in the garden of the Lord
In the garment of light enfurled
He thought of the world he had left behind
The world of endless fights, caste, creed and greed
From there he could see down below there
His kith and kin and all those people there
Still fighting for more wealth and power
None of which will come with them to the world here
He wished to speak to them a word or two
Advise them how to live a life full of love
Enjoy the life the Lord has given to live
That all are equal and children of Lord
But I have no voice to reach them there
Helplessly I watch the fire on earth glare
All ’cause man’s thoughtless behaviour
And all in vain for the few who prayer and prayer
~*~
The One Who Never Came
Mark Tomlinson
Where she walks the shadows walk
as if she leads the way,
heralding the darkness at the ending of each day.
A lonely, love-lorn lady
withered by the flame,
and waiting through the centuries
for one who never came.
All she can remember is the promise that he made,
that he would take to be his bride
this lovely gentle maid.
To her his words meant everything;
to him they were a game.
Yet still she waits to hear the voice
of one who never came.
Like a drifting cloud of woe
she wanders through the night
passing through the empty home
that once was quick and bright.
The endless hope that drives her on
leaves little room for shame.
She still believes some night will bring
the one who never came.
~*~
The Silent War
Ian Joseph Dooley
I hear the words unspoken
I see the seals all broken
The time has come
Thy will be done
With a gun or golden token
The time has come to fight
There's demons loose on the land tonight
And there's much to lose
You could be killed or accused
Will you sacrifice for what is right
I've heard screams choked down to sighs
I've seen truth stomped into lies
I've seen a presidents greed
And a criminal freed
But still few have opened their eyes
So who's that man with the pleasant smile
The man with the power to beguile
There's a war being fought
For our minds and our thought
While we march off to our own exile
~*~
BROKEN WAVES
ARUP BAGCHI
The waves cradled me
like being on a crescent moon
oscillating and gyrating
till it brakes into small sounds
till it brakes into small waves
broken moon
broken home
broken me
broken waves
broken waves broken waves
unknown waves
known waves
changing waves
new waves
my home is in the waves now
the waves are in my home.
~*~
"The one eyed man sees depth by movement"
D. Maynard
If you seek a sympathetic ear
Seek no further.
The candle in the sacristy
Bears mute witness
The happy advocate leans
Leering to hear you.
Look no further.
The candle is out.
The lack of response is a response.
Look no further.
It is not here.
~*~
Dear Javier,
How's life up there? Is it treating you well?
Is it better then down here? I hope it's not like hell.
You died at nineteen with one bullet to your head,
Your own friend did it, in my eyes he’s the one that's dead.
For you see, your soul lives on and watches over me.
And it takes care of your girl, your mom and your son can't you see.
Even though you’re gone your spirit is still here.
So when I walk down the streets alone, I have no fear.
I live life with the wisdom you used to give me everyday
With that and my mind I know I'll be ok.
For your words, though strange, were always true.
And every time I spoke to you my skies went from gray to blue.
I heard junior say "daddy" to your picture yesterday.
I can't wait 'till he sees you again, but for now that's on delay.
Until that day comes when you're united with him,
I'll make sure the light bulb in his head doesn't stay dim.
I'll see to it that his mind doesn't stay narrow or straight.
That he's open to changes and chooses the right mate.
That he chooses the right path and learns from his mistakes;
So his life, like yours, some idiot won't take.
Your mom is depressed 'cause you're not here,
But she'll be alright, she just needs to shed those tears.
Your girl is stressed with junior, work and school.
If only, I wish, your life wasn't taken from a fool.
Your friend got twenty years for shooting you with a gun.
Now... his life won't be so much fun.
But that's not enough, I wish he could die so I won't see his face
But all that would do is keep killing our race.
Why can't he leave, because a friend like you is so rare.
Just like your wise words say, life just isn't fair.
I know everything will be fine, but it hurts to know you won't come back.
But knowledge of life is something I will not lack.
In this world I've lost my very best friend.
But I will live life strong until I see you again.
~*~
* * * LIFE'S QUESTIONS * * *
By: Gary L Gustafson II, ( Madd Poet )
Time has come and time has gone,
leaving behind it's riddles of life for us to explore.
We try the key in every door,
only to find there is still one more.
What answers will we find?
Just more questions every time.
~*~
and the sun also rises for the diversified
just
left over,
practical
artificial
pacified
running over mindset
in preprogrammed
disguises
Oriana, where are you?
Jack, where are you?
Noam, where are you?
Where am I?
Flip
~*~
New Millennium Scientific Trust
[Christian Knight]
Torn out the frame is the name of the game. They say the genius' are the crazy
ones that don't need all the cells in their brain. Seratonin, dopamine, and
some active endorphins fly around like birds that flock together. Taking in
all these artificial feelings brings us to a time to remember. There's nothing
like taking a journey down a road of fantasy and stopped time. If one can't
tell most of these ramblings have to do with metaphysical notions taking place
in my mind. There's a belief in existence of an existence parallel to us. A
place where everything has developed in our new millennium scientific trust.
Travel to this existence is shown on our sci fi television channels; but if
ideas create notions why can't we travel through light reflected on solar
panels. If an idea exists in perfect reality it must be true. Similar to being
ignorant to what we don't know but we can see the sky is blue. The only
comparison that can be made is government conspiracies hidden from the !
public. Like in this world they say what feels really good is bad for us even
though we never stop loving it. Facing these thoughts brings stress and
anxiety to the point where the heart wants to pop. Inside the body calm and
collective sensations occur despite tossing and turning will never stop. Maybe
someday the mind will be put to rest when society stops worrying and turns off
the T.V. Times are harder now but I remember as a child I saw pleasant things
as an adult I'll never again see.
~*~
Yellow Flowers and Happy Days #2
Darrel L. Conklin
they will all die
they had there fun
its my turn to make 'em cry
i like my white meat well done
he said that he was my friend
he and the others were on top
but know there life has come to an end
i hear the snort of a cop
its time to get up outta here
killing them was a blast
now its time to drink a beer
and now they can kiss my @ss
~*~
There once was a dad,
that was getting really mad,
that was making his wife sad,
because their kids were acting bad.
So the kids started to sing,
and made his ears ring,
so mom had to spring,
and stop it with a ding.
Off went the bell,
that made it so swell,
even a skunk couldn't smell,
how it would end up well.
They made a debate,
it lasted real late,
they couldn't personate,
and they all locked the gate.
Their relationships are now fine,
they never cross the line,
no more people more divine,
I am glad they are not mine.
Stephen Heninger
~*~
"Dead light"
-Pablo Isaac Perez
-Pablo Isaac Perez
Today is the day
that we'll climb to the skies
the sun will go down before wide open eyes
then dark night will come and invite us to rise.
Arise, let's crawl through the clouds and towards the edge of the skies
leaving behind all the echoing cries
that come from this world and all of it's lies
Arise, let's race through the clouds and towards the edge of the skies
come with me, let's go to that strange place were light dims and dies.
I can sit in the dark of night
and listen in pure delight to
the nocturnal portion of the day
the night time
the right time
the time when I crawl out my hole to play
Now come with me and you will see strange things which are unknown
these thing they seem to be alive and mourning for their very own
All is different in this strange place
barren lands I call my own
Darkened skies and seas of blood
a black hole stands where a sun once shone
and every one here is
evenly high
slightly blown
and delicately stoned.
this is my song of misery and these are my words of pain
listen now to the melody and listen to the rain.
~*~
"Nihilist Gregorian"
David Meekins
Your love is conceited, your trademark is defeated
as the decades roll like thunder past the
legacies of yore
The olives are twisting, and you're only existing
by sucking on the milk of privilege 'til
you're twenty-four
The wine has fermented, and no one's repented
guilty pleasures of your fathers burning
crosses on my door
You killed God, you christians, you crucified the victims
embers smoldering on acres raped, a rotting
open sore
~*~
There are many things in this world that we are given
And only a few we really appreciate
How many times were you given the chance to humble yourself and refused?
How long would it be that you realize that there is no life without him?
There are only a few who understand and try to achieve the greatness given
Are you one of the chosen?
Are you part of the great power that wills you?
Are you giving your all that is needed?
Once you answer yes
Make sure you think hard and look at your surroundings and than answer the
question again you were given
Can you honestly face him and speak the truth?
And tell him you are fully ready with your heart, your mind and your soul
But remember there things never belong to us in the beginning
They were only being borrowed.....
Tanisha Ellis
~*~
"Buckle Fishery
Michael Helsem
In this figure
Where the small annotations ran from a buckle fishery
It is a voltage
In burned welts, saying
I love you
Still, when I go there
I find only two gray stoves,
And, lying between them,
A dead blabber the comb of sleet.
It lies askew on its wisps,
Its thug bent back as if at the helmet of some juggler too great
To bear to give.
And the limbos are going out
In a fastener, evolution
Stands, in a gray frugality, silent, at the far signature
of a radiance's gremlin.
~*~
~*~
I see a view beyond the window,
A blaze of orange, red and yellow,
The air is cool as i sit an gaze,
Upon the pond beyond the blaze,
The blaze is wide and far along,
The shoreline of my pretty pond.
I see a swinging seat,
Of someone just departed,
I see a young girl walking to the pond,
And lay down a tiny creature for a swim,
I'm fond of that young girl,
For she is my friend.
And as i call out i wonder,
Reason she is here,
Then it finally hits me,
It's autumn turning winter,
She's here for the snow,
And of course the family reunion.
Michelle Hiltunen
~*~
Black and White Rainbow
by Elisa L. Rubio
The white sun breaks free of the massive black clouds
Revealing an ashen grey sky
and a black and white rainbow
A young girl sings that mournful song
Seeming to long for a world that she's seen in visions that have come to her
in dreams
She closes her eyes and hot tears squeeze through
running down her pale face
After a minute her eyes open hopefully
wishing her dream has come true
but sighs resignedly when she looks up at the sky-
At that black and white rainbow.
~*~
RESOLUTION
by: Jose Percival Vasquez
If you should fall from the sky-
The stars will catch you with a net
And lay you in a soft bed to feel
The moon's sweet and cool caress.
If you should fall in the black-blue sea-
Black for it's threat, blue for it's depth
The sharks themselves will protect you, the
Mermaids will guide you, no aquarian could harm you.
If you should be lost in a jungle-
The snakes would lead your way out,
The tigers and jackals would befriend you,
The trees and fairies there will care for you.
If you should be fired several bullets from a gun-
Those bullets will turn into petals of roses, beads
Of jasmine so that you may smell it's scent because
I have prayed to the King of Angels for your deliverance.
~*~
"I want to be an engine driver"
- By David Mace
- By David Mace
“I want to be an engine driver”, Stephen told his mum,
and anyone else who happened by as he sat and sucked his thumb
and dreamt of all the times ahead, when he would be the guy
who’d sound the mournful whistle as the engine rattled by.
Now Stephen lived with his mum and his dad, in a cottage by the sea
And if he’d been good, and chopped all the wood then his friend could come
round to tea, and the pair of them sat at the window, betting on droplets of
rain, awaiting the six thirty whistle that signalled the six twenty train
Now you’ll wonder no doubt, how this story turns out, whether Stephen
develops his dreams
But my friends gathered here, just lend me an ear, and I’ll tell you
it’s not what it seems
For one Winter’s day, Stephen went out to play by the railway, and did
something bad
He played on the track now he’s not coming back, a lesson to all of us
here, not to venture too close to the dreams we love most, lest they fill us
with dread and with fear.
With the trains having gone, and his parents passed on, Stephen’s cottage
stands lonely and stark
I passed there last year, and I swear I could hear, incredibly close in the
dark, a train rattling by,
But we all know that I couldn’t possibly see running late, at six twenty
nine, on that ghostly train line, young Stephen at last, on the plate.
~*~
Once upon a Christmas Eve
Denise
Once upon a Christmas Eve and all throughout the land,
a silence crept upon the earth, withstood by every man.
There were no voices speaking, no one to ask of why,
nations unite in rhythm, as the stars begin to rise.
The air is thick with silence, as the rhythm makes its way
across the land, across the sea, the world begins to sway.
Hypnotized in motion, yet balanced by their need,
deafened by the silence, continued through the Eve.
Every thought acknowledged, every tear combined,
as nations rose above the grief, it transformed a new mankind.
Repression replaced with freedom, hate replaced with pride,
anger replaced with kindness, as the mass stood side by side.
Daylight pierces quickly as the silent rhythm fades
Peace becomes triumph in the dawn of Christmas day.
Merry Christmas Everyone.
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