OPEN MIC ARCHIVE
OPEN MIC ENCORE I JULY, 2006
OPEN MIC ENCORE II JULY, 2006
SOME PEOPLE Annest
Some people can't look, But write.
Some people can't write, But act.
Some people can't act, But speak.
Some people can't speak, But love.
Pharaoh of Liberty Williams
Another day passes as I sit in my field of dreams Watching the weeds dance in the breeze Waiting for the sun to rise Many nights run into mornings I have sat here Watching as the once deep pond dwindles As the water which once glistened like bright stars Gives way to the dry humid air The howl of silence invokes the memories of wolves and doves which once grazed in this land Whose presence passed the time as I waited for the sun to rise Just as they left so go the memories as I sit and stare high up at the mountains Many nights I’ve wished I had the courage to walk up there Every time I try I stumble The ruthless terrain makes me believe I was not meant to ascend One more time the air clears and again slight projections of light fill the sky A rare feeling of excitement fills me as I take one more look at the mountains Today my longing will be satisfied Today I will let out a yell so loud the highest peak will hear it And as darkness interrupts the teasingly bright sky I will be jilted no more
Love Strikes Out!
My emotions are playing a game with me
A game for everyone to see
One in which you can win or lose
So now, it’s your time to chose
Now lets just say your having mixed feelings And your heart needs a little healing Well I was just thinking Why would I want my heart to start sinking?
So, I’m about to tell you of a time back when And show you of a game with ten.
Anger is the pitcher
And man he’s throwing fast
Smacking that ball in the mitt of the catcher Who is Heartbreak at last Now, Memories is the ball Always thrown up or down And all around Sometimes with a smile, or sometimes a frown Now lets get some action in the game Up to bat first; Desire is her name She had a look of determination in her eyes And hit Memories over the fence only to our surprise Next up was Hurt She hit a grounder in the dirt But was out by first by Jealousy Lies was the next in line Her willingness so divine Anger pitched and hit Memories in the air But from center Passion caught it Isn’t it true that life is sometimes unfair?
Now the end is near
And to lose the game was Hope’s greatest fear Love was final She looked at Anger with despair One, Two, Three strikes…. Your OUT!
So Emotions was the name of the game
And mixed emotions about life and love are what lie within me That’s just the way the game had to be So let me ask you this, You think you know what Love’s all about?
But wait until your up to bat, and get struck out
Doreen Ambrose-Van Lee
I will be by your side if you need me night and day, I will be the one that wrecks your family life, is that okay?
I will swerve and curve your emotions and cause you to crash your car in the street, I will make you say things that you'll soon regret and like a drum on your children you shall continuously beat, I'll make you appear unattractive, and slowly cause you to lose the ability to constructively think, I am that cheap, 80-proof bottle of poison that you so willingly drink, I thought that you were a genie when I was a child because of your ability to stay in a bottle.
And I can say or do anything that I want to you because I know you won't remember this tomorrow.
Mentality of War
I'm on this side, your on that. The sound of the machine guns go rat a tat tat This is my religion, that is yours Yours is to blaspheme and mine to start holy wars Are we all one, I guess we are, But we are the most superior race by far If you don’t believe me Then look in my eyes Stare at me to see your real god and not in the skies.
by Jameel Heath
think they're warlike, think they're strong, think they're like me but they're wrong!
I'm It's right hand so plain to see,
descended into matter to sing this song, descended now to see this age doesn't drag too long, Horus returned to pour this water down, Big Dipper be my laddle, marked with thirteen in my hallowed cradle, see the serpent who set me free, coiled around a forbidden tree, whispering secrets yahweh feared, whispering an invitation down to her and me, to step outside and see ourselves, to step outside and be forever free, that garden was a prison, can't you see? can't you see?!?
My life is mine not yours, you have no right to take it, it was rightfully given to me so stay away, let me live in peace with no fears for the future. Let me see my children grow, not hold there hand as there life slips away.
I want to grow old with my husband by my side.
A right that maybe taken from me because you are all so blind.
We agree no one can win a war yet its every where I turn, violence and bloodshed are all apart of the norm.
I seek a better future, peace and harmony, yet I fear no change because of the reality.
Who's going to help make this all go away? the international community turns and runs far away.
Buildings fall, and roads are bombed, children lay in the street, lifeless in bloody pools of blood.
Someone raise there hand and say this is wrong, please don't be silent its in inhumane and just wrong.
Stand up to those around you so we can live in peace again, or maybe one day they will do the same and treat you inhumane.
Security and freedom, it shouldn't be a dream let me wake up from this night mare and feel peace again.
There was Once Upon A time. Dedicated to Uzondu I.N. for the time we'd age and pass away. chidozie ihebereme
There was once upon a time, I was a child, I was his father, I cleaned him after a bathroom trip, and made him toys so huge and trim. There was once upon a time, I was a patient, I's his nurse, I treated him when I lay still sick, and made him tea so mint and warm. There was once upon a time, I's failure, I's his fortune, together we climbed the skies up high Uzom, to whom my love is nigh He grew so big, and switched turns... He was a child, he was my father he told me when I crossed the line. he was a brother, I was his too, in this once upon a time.
A Musing on Purposes by Bill Albright
Hearts which see the Hidden beauty In the world of our being Observes the eternal beauties Of loyalty to the Promise of existence
CHEAPER THAN THERAPY BY GEOFF WEILERT When a package arrives and I open it wide And quickly take out all the stuff found inside. I discard all except in what the item was wrapped That piece with the bubbles with the air that was trapped.
I spread the sheet out and look downward with glee. And with my two fingers, I pop one, two, three. I feel quite content and my face gets a glow So I pop a few more and move on to the next row.
I’m feeling so good that I can’t think of stopping And the room seems to fill with the sound of the popping. Every worry and care and each little trouble Seems to float on away with the pop of each bubble.
I then reach the end but I’m feeling quite mellow All that popping and snapping made one very content fellow. If you are like me, and contentment is truly a rarity, Get a big piece of bubble wrap. It’s cheaper than therapy.
Monster In The Mirror… Gina
I now what I am… And I’ll be damned If I dream for anything more. I’m tired of opening past sores.
I can’t stand what I see I wish I was free from this self loathing I have. It’s driving me mad.
Why can’t I see What ever one else “tells me” Maybe their just lying While I keep on dying. Inside. There’s no where to hide.
I know what I am. And I’ll be damned If I’ll ever see more. I see a monster in the mirror, that’s for sure.
THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT
Let mines eye be clear. Let the white unicorn gallop through the field, Through the mellowing daisy dews. Let the girl hold the wood, Carved with the hands and heart Into the string instrument, Plucked at every chord, Let me just sit and listen And watch them touch the horizon, Feel the wool of the clouds Floating through the softness. I've returned back to the earth, My ancestors have found the way, A way which my shadow left behind. I almost walk among them In the soft wooly fields. I just fly and feel what they feel And this fills my glass But still floating under the half full Still waiting and hoping Still wanting some more.
As i see it so far Matthew Pike
Social being for me is not so clear I mainly sit and stare with haze Is this what i think it is?
The thing i seek under lock and key Do you see me? No of course you don't
Made to order is strong and apparent Feelings unrestricted to me Where feelings towards contradict
A double life makes more sense But still differences leave vacant key Others always seem to fail my eye
Something does not fit I know something does not fit Else am i being rash?
By Wayne Dixon
To bored of the pythagoras theorum,
You take the way out on the mind blowin serum, Figures you spew out, Your life spins like a roundabout, But soon your mind will be placid, Because fundi you took acid
Interchange along the tetrahedronal smarties tube, Far left exit your head a numbered cube, Sail your doodlebug across the illumnious icecream sea, Sit there and stare at your flourescent orbital knee, Excreted from the pandas black eyes, You walk pat a transvestite orangutan who masturbates and cries,
The soup dragon gives you a wink and a smile, Its time to download the final file, press enetr for memory dump, stand straighten your backlosse your hump, No more trips to radio shack, Its time to loose your anorak, Ignore gravity jump off a clampstand away you fly, You can not die, And now you're DEAD.
The July Fox. David Hazell
Hey! Where are you going you ginger haired villain? Swagger and saunter across a main road? Taxis and cycles screech to a halt. That lorry there nearly shedding it’s load.
Yeah! Look at us sideways, you surly old demon. Flick of the brush and you’re off through the fence Trotting the meadow like you bloody own it. Risking your life; don’t you have any sense?
Whoah! Now he’s running right up that small hillock. Lies there on top, scowling, sniffing the air. Grinning a growl to the bright summer sunlight. Showing the world that you haven’t a care.
Look Out! There are men who walk dogs in those fields. Also there’s one who carries a gun. Bedlingtons, Lurchers, A gut full of buckshot. Bad ways to be ending your day in the sun.
Ah! He’s away now; trots down by the stream bed. There’s a poultry farm upstream, high by the Grange. Fellow up there with a host of loose chickens. Boasts that his fowl and his eggs are free range.
Ho! Free’s what they’ll be all right once you’re among them. Liberate one with a snap of your teeth. Black cock or white hen. Brooder or pullet. All meat to you. You golden eyed thief.
Vermin! They call you. Slaughterer, murderer. Tradition’s their manacle. Position their chain. Justify hunting you down to be rended. You or them which; has the real killer brain?
So! Carry their enmity, carry their spite. And their contempt, as through saplings you dart. And carry my blessing you flame coated felon. Off into the Greenwood you carry my heart.
The Very Best Part Of You (True Story) a thought by --tim scahill
The foot was found in a jar on the porch in a mason jar Just because of freedom
Does this sound strange? Backwards and deranged? No- you’d just rather not bury it
This would be best in a closet after all it was the best part of you For you to be alive it must have been sacrificed
It came from earth- it will soon return either way Like it or no- not to be all about entropy or anything But I’m spouting biologist scientist but not scientology (those cats are crazy) Your mothers only knew your sadness For their born with extra senses And eyes in the back of their heads
This seems like a dream sequence Of a Dick VanDyke show How can you trip over that ataman? (every single time)
Haven’t you learned To burn down all that you’ve learned? Because you’re about to filter into the next you (a foot in a jar instead of a shoe)
Then as Now (Cate Espener - July/06)
With pearl eye and sullen sight That wistful face of mother’s child Upon a mother’s knee looks back at me No trace of what she knew then As now in the still moment In that one gray flash is framed A speechless story written down Of proud beauty in a good coat And did the ocean tell her so Or was it mother’s ear that blessed The keepsake of her past Within the child so grasped As monument of love and tears And insight of the journey then as now Approaching the mind’s eye An indecipherable distance Is guided and contained therein Between the faithful grains of light
Mind of Millions -Josh Manuel Magana Mind of Millions, those similar to death, Bared, Caged and locked away, mind speechless, Striving feetless, we soon grow bored... and our entertainment is masked with murder, killing the lives that lay within our hearts, but we were once sane, but greed and power tore us apart, and now we sit as beast... savages... ...with partial care, looking into these laws with a blank stare, understanding is just a blank glare and we grow corrupted, feeding off the lines of forbidden knowledge, and in attempts to reaching that impossible height, we arrange passion while creating illusions of happiness, we soon fall into the pocket of death... ...and become the mind of millions.
BY LIP SAI LIN
THE DEPARTING SUN
LEAVING SOMETHING BEHIND
THE COLOURFUL LIGHTS
ON THE BRIM OF THE SKY
THE DEPARTING MAN
LEAVING SOMETHING BEHIND
THE GLAMOROUS LOVE
DEEP IN HER HEART
September Two days before I shut the page Complication has buried my soul In this sixty miles to flight on As I grab my hands against the wall
I have no clue either unwritten words*
September 28th 2005
Tremble Shake my hands worries to pretend As the cloud covered me I'm weathered, I count my number It feels like walking in the dark Do you feel the cold of September?
September 29th 2005
Born My hand now bleeding While I open my window to the earth And the quest gathers like a crowd in my head Shout, loud, and not enough You wouldn't hear it but her* You wouldn't fear it but mine The conclusion is left behind They march on a Friday rhyme But thanks to you** As I open my eyes on my day of birth
September 30th 2005 Bastian*
*Magda Lopez (1981-2005)
Across the sea, i have never seen. You are as timid as i dream Just like the starved cat on darbys arm.
And when all the neon has left u down in the albion,cold and weary now, You tire to one side because you Wont play no more or heed their cruelty W hen you have gone past and bare Hope left with children locked up in their diary papers.
But come on down my humble midwestern lane Far away and dazed you find that when The neon has left you down in the albion So Cold and weary now u tire to the side.
the dog by mark c
barking under a tree the dog sprinted after bee, opening it`s mouth trying not to let it out.
the dog ran after a poor man soon after he tripped over a can, licking his face another dog began to pick up pace.
never ever leave a dog alone cuse you know people will moan, now you know what they can do one of the dog name is blue.
The Ring Dance Christopher Haywood
Out from Avalon at the edge of the woods Among the elders, hawthorns, and oaks Live the little ones beneath the trees They’re known as fairies to folks.
Carving their wands from a branch of hawthorn Partaking of elderberry wine They play away on their resonant horns And dance ‘round their ring of time.
In the light of the moon, Estelec Aennil, Danced lightly around the flame. I saw her one night when the soft wind was blowing It was obviously her fairy fame.
Enchanted by their fairy music And amazed by their merriment. I wanted so to join in with them At their Ring Dance of enjoyment.
Drawn by their music, Estelec led me in To their clearing near the oldest trees. I began to dance hand-in-hand in the woods With the Oakmen and other fairies.
Engrossed by their world, where time stood still, During the fairy ring dance that night I was slowly absorbed deep into their world I was captive seven years of delight.
A BATTLE TALE~
BY: GYPSY GUILLORY
DOLLY DAGGER AND HER VOODOO CHILD SIT IN THE STRAWBERRY FIELDS ENCIRCLED BY A RING OF FIRE AS THEY CHANT GYPSY-MAJICKS OF ABRACADABRAS FOR LUCY, IN THE SKY TO SPRINKLE DIAMONDS AGAINST THE PURPLE HAZE IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT...
AS WE AWAIT THE ARRIVAL OF RHIANNON AND THE GOLD DUST WOMAN ARRIVING UPON THEIR HORSE NAMED DEUCE...
IT'S CLEAR TO SEE NOW WHY THE LADY WORE BLACK BECAUSE OF THE HELTER SKELTER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BRICK WALL WHERE THE IRON MAN RULES WITH WITH HIS DAWGS OF WAR AND WARPIGS....
WE'VE GATHERED OUR SEVEN NATION ARMY WITHOUT BEATING AROUND THE BUSH AND WE'LL MARCH DOWN THAT HIGHWAY TO HELL WITH HELLZ BELLZ RINGING THROUGHOUT THE LAND! WE'RE ON THE HUNT FOR THE MYSTICAL TUSK IN THE RIVER STYX SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LAGRANGE....
ALONG THIS JOURNEY COMING UPON LITTLE PINK HOUSES IN SMALL TOWNS ATOP THE MISTY MOUNTAINS. AS THE BATTLE RAGES ON, THE TAINTED LOVE OF THE BULLGOD HELP'S CAPTURE THE DAWGS OF WAR PUTTING THE WARPIGS IN A STRANGEL-HOLD ON THE DARKSIDE OF THE MOON~NOW WE STAND PROUDLY ATOP THE BRICK WALL SHOUTING AT THE DEVIL THAT WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE AND DEMAND THE IRON MAN TO UNLOCK THE BALL-N-CHAIN'S!
THEY COULD HEAR US SHOUTING, CHANTING, AND SINGING TALES OF HIS LITTLE WHITE LIES OF CALIFORNICATION-WITCHHUNTS.......
THUNDER ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT RAINS AND HERE COMES THE RAIN AGAIN; ANOTHER BLUE MONDAY..........
OUT OF THE BLACK FORRESST ALL CAN HEAR THE RAIN SONG ACROSS THE LAND. WHEN THE LEVY BREAKS IT'LL BE FLOODING DOWN IN TEXAS AND MR.CROWLEY WILL EXCLAIM, "YOU GOT ME FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER STYX BUTT NAKED WITH DR.FEELGOOD, A LITTLE CHANGE IN MY POCKET AND ONLY ONE T.V.DINNER!"
THE D'YER MAKER NOW HAS THEM ALL IN A STRANGEL-HOLD, UNDER PRESSURE, AND WITH A BALL-N-CHAIN THEY'LL SOON BE KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S DOOR.
ON TUESDAY MORNING, WHILE BEATING AROUND THE BUSH, A BEAUTIFUL LOSER WITHA HEART OF GLASS AND TAINTED LOVE TRAVELS ALONG THE GYPSY ROAD EAST BOUND AND DOWN TOWARDS A SMALL TOWN WITH A RED HOUSE........
UPON ACQUIRING ONE, SHE PUTS ON A NEW COAT OF PAINT MAKING THE LITTLE HOME INTO A ROAD HOUSE WITH A PURPLE HAZE...............
I'M DAZED AND CONFUSED.............................................
THE PRINCE & THE DRAGON Thomas Land
Armoured only by his raw awareness
of vulnerability and the pain
of death, the desperate prince besieged the tower
to free the green-eyed lady or be slain.
Bewail the dragon's agony.
The dragon had mastered all the tricks of warfare
and seen and eaten princes before,
but the one thing he could not conquer was tradition
and thus, his nine lives he yielded sad roar after roar.
Bewail the dragon's agony.
The colours of the land had yearned to open,
the birds and brooks and bees to sing. But the snail
wrote a silver script across the sunshine:
that this was far from the end of the tale.
Bewail the dragon's agony.
The hero got his girl and gold and glory
and chose from his enemy's weapons, taking the best,
and went home to settle down to the life of
a dragon: plotting peril for every guest.
Bewail the dragon's agony.
Never would I gaze my weary eyes upon the shadow of dawn. A new haze appears over my vision with thoughts of confusion. A reason for these late night chats? To the one who whispers a cry, supporting tear filled eyes, his rebound will not suffice. His mistake is manifest. To the one seeking security and peace, A word is spoken and taken to heart, we are easily broken. Fragile in our quest for love. A man with tired eyes will wonder no more what his late night chats were good for. Travel the distance rest is in the midst. A name easily confused with sanctuary is upon his lips, Bella. By Ron Bivona
Pigeons Christine Stoddard, The city created pigeons. Spitting them from skyscraper windows onto cold cement Once, they were doves Brandishing plumage whiter than snow Plucking worms from the soil Now they are dusty and gray Tearing the park for seed With eggs less than golden And eyes burnt by the urban heat
look in to my eyes the eyes of a man that doesn't cry. but instead fills coffins and sends spirits to the sky for an eternal rest .one who was never blest and doesn't fell as though healin is upon his newly sanctioned crest .who believes in nothing but death & putting all who live to rest . and is compelled to take other peoples flesh from them and condemn them to hell burning there souls for his own selfish pleasure . fuelin evil uncontrollably to one day do nothin but smoke marijuana and drink from a bottle of liquor . the one and only that no 1 cant top that no one can flow sicka .so walk with though and fuel my hell the life's be takin almightily . 1 to the head 3 to the heart no as a member of a family but as an undertaker of hell. feel compelled to do as i say as i shall pas u this almighty power but until i do u must stay and obey my teaching as i once had proclaimed. we all live to die so why do we cry are flesh and bones turned to ash are souls condemned to heaven or hell i would like to believe i could be forgiven for this but killing is something i don't forgive myself for .so fuck u! devil just open the door....
The artist who's records sell
But the buyer ends up in jail
Because the lyrics in the song made it sound cool to kill Only to realize those lyrics they spittin' are fake not real To them simple black ones Who don't rock gold or platinum Don't carry hundreds in their pockets, because half of them don't have none For the single mother who struggle and try to make ends meet Not enough money so sometimes they don't eat Work so hard they get calluses on they feet To the teenage mother and father who get no help from their families But help from they friends Depend on them so much they the ones who become kin The fast female who acts like she can't wait Ends up opening her legs on they first date But is shocked when her period is late To the deadbeat dad who sit around watching TV all day Don't listen to what his maid…I mean woman has to say But goes to the club and gym to play For the bootleggers, who stay on the grind Hustle so much they run out of time Only to find out they still ain't made a dime To the pimps and playas who make they money by selling women Do anything to make that dolla Get they “women” raped if they gotta
Ladies and Gentlemen these are their situations
Today I saw the sun, but it didn't shine
I saw my husband, but he wasn't mine
I saw the streets, but I couldn't walk
I saw my best friend, but didn't want to talk
The sheet of water standing still
The smell of the air so fresh and clear
The beauty of the city
It made me feel despair
But the city didn't care....
Anytime Tony Lewis-Jones
It could be an afternoon like this And she could leave Without having said an amen or goodbye.
It could be slightly overcast And humid, with a chance of rain, And cloud hovering on the hills across the water.
It could be any afternoon At any time for any of us. Better not let the moments slip.
Untitled Macaulay Oluseyi Akinbami
Vials of sacred births By choice less compulsion Shattered at earth darkest harbor, The male and female cargo ejected at nature’s will. Nine branches abide in one face of a lonesome vine Some are scorched as if passed through nature’s kiln Others are wrenched as saplings, their nodes blood-dried Yet others seek nutrients for witting leaves, Flourishing branches excised by unseen hands Breathe the air of foreign climes as Gnarled hands of malice and envy Tattoo native branches with ugly incision Bleeding sap from gaunt members Now cracked, hacked and sallow.
To Know One- Jeremy Witte
Do what you can to try to withstand- Resistance you find within. Pound for pound, try bringing me down- with your original sin. Foolish one, do you even know the life that has come to blow? Foolish one! You don't seem to know where I have left, where I wish to go. It takes one to know one. Unsubmissive unrequittive heart! Arrogant fool, breaking the rule. Yes, you play your part. Out all the day, oft into the night. Who cares if it's wrong or right. When tempers display, feign your dismay. & lurk, waiting to howl in the moonlight. Ignorant fool, you're just a tool in the underworld's hand. Arrogant fool. Here I will choose to make even my last stand. It's better to die in infinite peace, opposing the strife that you won't let cease. Arrogant fool. The end of your fun has only begun. Infinite crime. I'm not a waste of time. Falling behind! Your waste of breath lies don't infiltrate my mind! Ignorant fool! It takes one to know one! Arrogant fool! You're just the underworld's tool! You try to rule with a fist of hate. On your papal throne, made of paper and fire! And man I tire, I'm leaving the gate. Mein Kempf back on you. I'm shutting the gate. Unsubmissive heart. Yeah, you played your part. And I stole your dart. You can't hurt anymore. A higher power stole your weapons of war. This is your fate, agnonize on why I shut and locked the gate. How can you leave, if I already left? How can you destroy, when what you wanted to desecrate is no longer there. I fail to see why I should now even care. Arrogant fool. Underworld's tool. Ignorant fool. Fallen footstool Burn! Your! Throne! Down! How does it feel, to be HUMAN again?
SUCCESS Victor Etim Ekpo
From God to the favoured Given to them to savour That their lives may have flavour And the poor a saviour
It might come in the twinkling of an eye Or might wait till you walk through the aisle And even though it takes a while The end thereof is simply a flourishing isle
Hardwork is the key Yea, wisdom you need too keen Never use it to kill But like David, look up to the hills
You are king Remember you were once a kid With family who cared Do your best for everyone you can
YOU ARE A SUCCESS!
" torment" Darline Jean Hallucianated by the wind breeze. Enamor of this periphery epiphany. Impatient to succeed this marvelous revelation. Stuck from its vital ease. Can't move it is a limbo state . There, she was dilatory of her vision.
Debilitate by the least impecunious effects. Redoubtable think by all her convivial dear. Imperturbable she remained when evil comes. Exudes her confidence upon prayer. Espouse , her inordinate ideas . There, she was dilatory of her vision.
Incapable to get through ludicrous motion Confused of the ordinate world. Ambivalent, her safety , her heart. Recondite her renegade remained remained. Enfeeble , votary , amicable. There, she was dilatory of her vision.
ANNIVERSARY CAKE by MALINI KADIR Ney! not God; It was the creation Of the expert chef, my lord The effort of casual recreation;
Batter was mixed joyfully With essence and flavour Raisins added artfully Finishing touch to colour Placed in the oven hot The cake was in time ready Left on shelf to cool the lot The chef ready;with icing kit tidy
All set; with avid interest His creative spirits on fire Designing to please;the glance to arrest! Adding icing atop the cake tire His expert work done Finishing touch,at long last Ready for the man,to have fun Whose "anniversary-cake" it ^^^^^^
TOO MANY OF MY WORDS Lyn McSweeney
Too many of my words Are not being heard Too many idols in my place Too many children not seeking my face Too many shepherds who do not pray Leading my precious children astray Too many buildings empty and cold Too many secrets still untold Too many following the ways of man Instead of following the great I AM Too many walls too many names Too many too many you should all be the same Too much striving to have their own way My yoke is easy bow down and pray Come rest in me my precious ones Come rest in me soon I will come Too many of my words Are not being heard Too many idols in my place Too many children not seeking my face
thoughts while in the pantry
I wonder if this saran wrap reminds him of her, the way her skin glistened to his touch and trembled beneath his "put-togetherness."
His facade was nothing but a wall of frail sexuality surrounding his boy-like innocence. He was surprised to find a confidence to dream of him and her and the sun kissing their skin. Of his heaven.
I am often defeated by the thought that I am simply a remnant of her. That their souls will find eachother in the ocean of sleep. This makes me see myself as an evolved bacterium with mock intelligence, mock words.
My dull skin reflects the light of the moon, deeply dark shadows of his quiet steady flesh overwhelm my body. I see it loud on his brow and he can no longer hide. I only unleash repressed memories of her groans, her deep breaths.
He's become terrible at hiding his fear, his confusion, his wonder at my
disgustingly pronounced shapes.
my curves and my smells of salt, sweat, and baby powder.
I am her. Another hazel-eyed female reproductive system.
Bill Gates drives the car all alone - along with Naresh Sonee
He announced that – all ore of wealth - now it’s enough, Now certainly -He actually need some peace-bliss-n-laugh, He was fed up from his hectic ‘info-tech’ stress full daily routine, But ,Micro Soft Giant Millionaire didn’t new he will create a scene,
Bill Gates tell his chauffeur to sit on rear seat behind, While, for a change he self would like to drive quite-n-wide, Nostalgia days were accelerating in his young days thoughts, He realized when-n-why his foot pressed the break to halts,
Suddenly the traffic police waves-n-hold Bill Gates’s limousine, After Bill breaks the signal red , the bloody light caution and shine, The traffic cop recognizes Bill Gates, shocked -n- surprised, Glares awe fully at Bill Gates and at the person sitting at rear behind,
Urgently calls his commissioner pressing his wireless butt, The police man in haste says “Sir, urgently rush on this spot”
“What for ?” The commissioner enquire smelling the situation odd, * “Sir , without delay please come here , the scene is terribly hot”-
“What’s the crime?” The commissioner sparks again,* “Sir, I have caught a significant famous man on LA lane, - Right now , He has just crossed the signal main” - “Ok, Fine , Spell me , Who’s that man then? ” *
“ I can’t speak out Sir” -“Why the hell you fear? *You are on duty you have to immediately sue him” * “No sir I can’t do that , the world knows him” , -
“Sir, All alone I can’t take this big risk-n-blame, - Please understand me Sir, He is a big name” - “What do you mean by that ? ” angers the commissioner tone, * “ Honestly Sir , I can’t risk my career to get simply ruin”-
“Why are you so afraid? Have you caught a minister ?, * -A celebrity spouse, mom , son , father or a daughter?” * “Say me soon who is in the car ? Don’t spell late, * Or else right now I fire you now- same time, same date ”*
“Don’t force me at this moment , Sir, -
Right now , I can’t name who is in the car , - Yes ! but -Only I could hint you bit disclosing the facts - Sir, Care fully note - His chauffeur is Bill Gates”-
Artists Their own drummer Color a dreary world While attempting to interpret Life's ways
Colors Reveal our soul Explore the world around Express what the heart is feeling Create
Teacher Is sensitive Takes brush and paint, pen, ink Choreographer of color Vivid
Even Beyond the grave Adventure is waiting Where colors live we have not see Splendid
Whispering Sands Paul
The winds blowing off the gulf The rain leaving cloudy skies And my feet march upon the beach Cluttered with used up life
Bird flock in some song Waves with a ceaseless roar And my eyes seeking some sort of truce with life.
Sparkles of green in the dunes crawling to other uncalled areas and between my toes the sand.
it moves uncalled, uncared for It flows with tide and wind Shaped only by the moment.
Flowing between my feet without meaning Shaped only as I walk leaving behind faded steps.
Whispering what may have been my thoughts and my wishes but hardly heard.
July 2 By Randy Johnson
(This poem is an enigma about an actress. Try to figure it out.)
A celebrity was born on this day. Her name is something I will not say. Her identity is something you'll have to guess. If you ask if she's talented, the answer is yes.
She's young and she's accomplished a lot. She's very good looking and she's hot. She's my favorite actress and I'm her biggest fan. When I watch her perform, I know that I'm a very fortunate man.
When it comes to acting, she will go far. She's become a very talented star. The initials of one of her movies is C-O-A-T-D-Q. That's all of the information I'm going to reveal to you.
OPEN MIC ENCORE I JULY, 2006
OPEN MIC ENCORE II JULY, 2006
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