Where the souls of the past fly and my hostility towards other turns the
The monotonous sound of nothing brings dry tears to my eyes that brew to
blood.The sound of silence scares me.
The symphony of screams from the bodies I laughed at irritate my ears.
This place I yearn for, Breath from and live for. My point is finally
proven. An evil laugh echoes from the silence,
Nothing. So as I join the silence,
I'm no longer scared of the silent nothing.
by Tony Thomas
Dancing girl, why do you look behind? Wild
Glancing eyes, scorning the pursuing wind.
Rhythmically, round your thighs a serpent ties.
Cyprian, what is your gift to us? Lovely
Naked sea virgin without modesty,
Uranian, silver bell, cockleshell.
Eve, why not to your Adam cleave? Even if
You don’t believe that wickedness must come,
Calamitous, apple bite, no respite.
Ghost woman, why do you stand and stare? Through
Corncockle eyes, earth's skies seen from the moon,
Hyacinthine, waxen flesh, frozen breath.
Grisly shade, what are you waiting for? Bare
Breasts adorned with rowanberry crests,
Adamantine, sickle moon, suckle soon.
Ragged maid, what do you want of man? Fair
Your lime bleached hair, a sea of golden rain,
Labyrinthine, wicker cage, fire's rage.
Dark eyed girl, why are you crying? Under
Periwinkle skies rent by peacock's cries,
Mistress divine purified by fatal sign.
Belle dame, what Saviour do you pray for? He
With purple brow crowned with bloody black thorn,
Arbitrary death, chest torn, women mourn
Lily Moon, what bloody rites have you seen? Queen,
Your holly lair a sea of waving green,
Sanguinary, waxy sheen, women keen,
Rending hair, Living out their hopeless dream,
I can’t describe the pain I feel inside,
I trusted you and now these feelings I can’t hide.
How could you do this? How can you hurt your best friend,
You took so much when I had nothing to lend.
I love you but those words seem like a curse,
I am just a person who cares but you toss me around like a purse.
I never did you wrong even though I have told you some lies,
This is the moment I can feel my heart die.
I still believe because loves as strong as hell,
I was starting to raise up but you shot and I fell.
The tears just keep falling out of my eyes,
But good guys always finish last and this is just no surprise.
It’s not all your fault because I’m crazy too,
There too much blood to stop I don’t know what to do.
If you only knew how I really felt about you,
Sometimes I put on a front but I know it’s true.
There much more to say but I can’t face the words,
So bye for now I’m going to fly with the birds.
Is this it then?
All i want to know is when
All this hurt and pain
Is making me insane
But am not bold
Still i try
Still living a lie
All this breaking me down
All i want is just to hold the crown
Pain and hurt
Is all i feel
Jealousy and anger is all that is real
WHAT I ASK OF YOU
I hurt when you hurt
I feel what you feel
I love who you love
We pretend we are not connected
We pretend we do not understand
We are now so far away
But i pray
And think about you everyday
I hide my love
I hide my smile
But i will always love you
Through this long hard mile
You are my brother
I am your sister
And i will be with you
Through your happiness
And your sadness
So please be with me
Lost in life
You get up in the morning and
do the first step,
another step follows and
Go on, go on, go on!
You meet friends and talk a moment,
then you do another step
into the future and
Go on, go on, go on!
The future becomes present
and you take another step
into the next moment of future and
You never stop,
never reach land,
lost between present and future and past,
Go on, go on, go on!
Maybe if you go on long enough
you´ll find a place to stay
I know love
As liquid fire
Provocatively gracing the inside of a glass …
To caress its
body, embrace its form …
I gently guide
To my mouth,
thirsty with eagerness …
I am intoxicated
ambrosial aroma, filling my nose and my mind …
Into Love’s blood
I wonder if
it has been drained from my own heart …
Satisfying and sweet
A solace for
my sorrow …
Cupid’s liquid cocaine
Impulsively flows to my lips
my mouth, rushing down my throat …
It burns reminiscently
Into my veins
root in my soul …
My pulse slows
As sparkling eyes retire
nectar’s omnipotent high …
heart is drowning against my will …
Unable to resist
I still drink
to her vacant promises …
That bittersweet temptress
Drains from my vessels
Abandoning body and soul, collapsing with weakness …
Blurred assurances fading
Soon I’m alone
headache, an empty glass, and a broken heart.
Holly L. Wolfe 05/02/92
stay on my mind,
of a loved one
In those memories
she is there,
my greatest fear.
One day I will be
on the minds
of those who care!
You Know Your Right
You held my heart in your hands yet never heard it beat
I try to understand myself
Gazing into your eyes
The mirror of the soul
Reflects a deep apathetic heat
I lost myself between innocence and ignorance
Belief in a greater truth was of no consequence
Impure to my actions, thoughts and convictions
When my soul died and your mind took over
I contradicted genuine emotion
Reality bleeds the deceit of my dreams
I am now saturated with what u want me to be
The arrival of yet another false dawn
Is shrouded by the clouds that hide tomorrows sun
Yesterday fades further into memory
And shall only be uncovered by future waves of hypocrisy
I refuse to live the way u live
Yet I will die as u die
A machine has no heart to give
As the one it took was mine
Sara A. Phillips
Ever watchful, always spying. Seeing deeper than you or me. Looking deep
into our souls. Finding secrets you didn't even know you had. The eyes
of others searching me. Seeing things I hide from them. They eyes of
yourself can be dangerous too. Just seeing what's around, and where you
are, could kill you. Don't let your eyes or they eyes of others get the
best of you. I know how you feel, because they are watching me too. They
never look away. Their eyes follow me wherever I go. You can't get away,
and neither can I, because they always watch. No matter how hard
you try to hide from them, they always find you and break you with their
haunting stare. They've followed me from the day I was born and show no
sign of stopping. Their eyes will follow me until the day I die. They
look at me freely and follow me so easily, but when my eyes turn towards
them, I can't follow. So I'm stuck to live my life and be followed by
the eyes of all others living on this Earth. Just like you. Your eyes
don't follow me like all the others, because the others follow you too.
Maybe we could meet. I've seen you and how lonely you look under all
their eyes. Maybe we could me friends and follow each others eyes with
our own. Then we could hide from the eyes of others because we have our
eyes together. We will hide together, without the eyes of others
following us, because we are together, forever.
3:00 Am Flux
By Peter Van Kauwenbergh
Plasmatic purple flux at 3:00 am
As slylloplomyc vistogaglia flows through the window into my forehead
Transforming into cylomonic data in my mind
As I stir quintanovas into my coffee at the kitchen table
I go stand before the open window
And dreel opsonomic lilies into the night in return.
B G '01
i will always love you, listen to what i say
i still love you, now your going away
though i love you, your not here today
and now i miss you, my heart is in dismay
there was nothing i could do, to stop you anyway
no matter how hard i try, they always go away
i just need you here tonight, to show me i'm ok
mow the story fades, and i'm left here in the dark
i've seen better days, but they all seem to far
gotta pick up, move on, gotta clear my head
but i know when i'm done, just like what i said
no matter how hard i try, they always go away
i just need you here tonight, to show me i'm ok
Heroes of the night
Heroes of the night
work round the clock to keep things right
given just a badge and gun
into the heart of danger they shall run
to ensure the peace we have grown to expect
while receiving lots of disrespect
they're a breed of human like none have seen
strong, brave, and usually kept clean
some work in the open for all of us to see
while others work in the shadows of the trees
they've mastered how to fly, and to change their shape
but they get to wear a badge in exchange for a cape
they have learned to stop a bullet using their own chest
and make riots cry into their own arrest
when driving down the road villains run in fright
cause they know they stand no chance
AGAINST THE HEROES OF THE NIGHT
A city awakens, The workday begins
A second, A Blast, a Flame
and in seconds thousands of lives perish
Perish in the Fire, Fire burning Red
HELL on Earth right before our eyes
On the streets below People running for their lives
Tears of terror, horror, and of sadness
Screams of children, women, and men
People jumping from the burning building above
And now the Giant Building collapses
Papers flying in all directions
Once someone's desk
Crashing to the ground
Glass falling like rain from the many windows
crumbling on the concrete streets
Time passes and people stand and stare
Missing their loved ones
And tears still drain our very hearts and souls
With love for my country!!
MY LOVE FOR YOU
You showed me how to love
when no one else knew how
You’ve taken me places I’ve never been and opened up the door
You showed me what love’s really like, wonderful and grand,
I want to spend every moment with you, holding the palm of your
You’ve taught me how to kiss, and told me I should dance
You’ve cared for me so specially and given me a chance
You showed me how to be myself and say what’s on my mind
You’ve reached to places in my soul I thought I’d never find
I want you to remember how much you mean to me
More than anything in this world, the ocean or the sea
I want so much to tell you exactly how I feel
You are the sun, the moon, the stars and my love for you is real
Robert E. Spalding
He rose rapidly to meet the dawn of a day so now present that he could
feel the very essence of its own heartbeat.
pounding forth, gaining steam to meet the unending course of man
waiting expectantly for that one chance moment
forever felt and unyielding in its ability to allow him rest.
Faintly felt the morning of measure,
a day, oh yes, yet a day of unknown expectation, of want, of need,
loosed now his very soul to feel, yes perchance, to know in one moment
what so few know in a lifetime of moments
to know the unknown measure of her affection.
Stirred now by the need to be part of such a grand design, yet to pause
And perhaps catch his celestial breath at such a thought
“Could it be her?”
and to know that one very moment when her entire being is captured
by the veil of his affection.
As time dispensed the day he pressed himself to the eminency of the time
yet to be but so long sought and to wonder
if the lasting seconds of contact would be felt by one so possessed
of beauty and adorned so lavishly with the very kisses of the gods
would she ever know of the intensity of his ardor?
Time passes to the very moment of transitory acquaintance
and marches on as an army of unsought allies to a moment
when having met all measure, she passes, and with a glance
gazes past and strolls on into the night
unaware of even his innermost passion to know her.
THIS OLD WORLD IS LIKE NOTHING CAN'T BE FIXED BUT A FAMILY. BUT EVEN AT
THAT THERE IS STILL SOME OPTIONS TO MAKE. WHEN SOMETHING GO'S WRONG I
JUST THINK TO MYSELF AND PRAY OUT LOUD, TO MYSELF, OR WHISPER, TO GOD,
JESUS, HOLY GHOST, OR AND. [ MEANING; BOTH, ALL, OR JUST ONE.]. WELL I
GUESS I WON'T HAVE TO KEEP UP WITH THIS WORLD MUCH LONGER, BECAUSE I'LL
BE GONE WITH MY SAVIOUR. [PRAISE THE LORD!!!] WELL I'LL HAVE MORE TO
READ ABOUT LATER BYE
The pain of a writer gone mad
Too many thoughts to fit this pad
A body mired in bitter turmoil
Risking it all for a better world
Begging for another chance to breathe
Watching the world live in peace
Raped and left with only my pride
Torment eating my heart inside
Escaping the stares of disgust
Drowning in a black sea of distrust
Living in the failure of dreams
Soul ripped apart at the seams
My heart is a blackened hole
There is no saving my tortured soul
Fists bloody from the rage
While the world lives in a brighter day
All happiness has turned to lie
All my hope can do is die
Visions covered in blood
Suicide proved no good
I love you Grandma…
I cant believe you left me
I cant believe your gone
I fell so sad and lonely
And not wanting to go on
I sit and wonder why you left
Why you left me here
With you is where I want to be
In that great, big sky up there
You showed me things no one else could see
You taught me with style and grace
You showed me how to dance and sing
You showed me in heaven's place
I learned to play the piano
But I didn’t do it for me
I did it just to see
How happy you would be
You helped me through communion
You taught me how to pray
You taught me oh so well
With practice everyday
Grandma I am here
Thinking of you everyday
Wanting to see your smiling face
And wanting to watch you pray
I wish that you would come back to me
But I know my wish will not come true
The only thing I need right now
Is one last sight of you
Please let me know how you’re doing
Tell me if your having fun
Let me know everything
Is heaven as bright as the sun?
I hope you will watch over me
And tell me when I do wrong
Please help me out through life
By singing a little song
You filled my life full of joy
Which no one else could do
You taught me so many things
And…I ‘d just like to say thank you.
There are moments that need no words to be described
Moments where words aren’t enough.
Moments where words should be said but aren’t
Moments where the music you play complements that moment relayed.
Leaving moments attached to the CD’s you constantly play
“What you thought was right in the beginning is now wrong,
What was wrong now seems right,
What was thought to be right was in the end what you hadn’t thought
of at all.
You where wrong to forget,
But believing that you where right back then in the first place, you
denied yourself that pleasure of your knowledge and your natural
ability to handle it well”.
Zachary Joshua Morrow
This account that I am about to spin,
Lies in fact...not in fantasy,
I loved him more...than words can say,
He sure was...the one for me.
His love unconditional...always by my side,
Steadfast in his way,
I've never known...love like this,
And he is with me...everyday.
His picture...I keep close to me,
So I may see him...everyday,
Each time that I...take a look,
He always seems to say.
"My love for you...is unconditional,
So is my loyalty, faithfulness and devotion",
Tears fall from blurred eyes,
And it fills me...with so much emotion.
Then one day...he passed away,
And my mind became a fog,
Ben was my...very best friend,
You see...he was my dog.
Some will say...I changed that day,
I'll admit...that they were right,
But he is with me everyday,
And I'll miss him every night.
Mere words just...could not convey,
Just what he meant to me,
I know I'll see him once again,
When time catches up with me.
Some will laugh...yet others cry,
Yet...I want no sympathy,
Because I thank God...for the privilege,
Of bringing Ben to me.
To Dead (fragment)
Africa, the only alternative for me...Pier Paolo Pasolini (+
From far i return to you
in lightness en warmth born sentiment
baptized when crying was a feast to hear recognized in Pier Paolo
at the origin of a madness heroic saga,
I walked in the light of history
my being however was always heroic
under your domination, most personal thought
in your trace of light, in the gruesome
suspicion of your flames,
everything thought to be true turned sour in the world,
within that history,
and became true,
lost life there to regain it,
and true life was what you could find beautiful.
the passion to give testimony first,
subsequently the rage to reveal;
that had it's source in you, hypocrite, dark sentiment.
And they may accuse me now for every ideal that governs me,
blacken me, abuse as being shapeless, fanatical dilettante, impure.
You isolate me, make life a fact for me.
On the stake i stand, i stake at the fire
and little it is that i win,
but what grand gain, the feeling that never wears,
my poor compassion,
that reconciles even my appropriate malice:
i can because i suffer too long from you.
I return to you, like an immigrant from olden days whom rediscovers
I am (intellectually seen) successful,
I am a fortunate man, just like in former times lacking conventions
Blind fury of writing poetry that rankles me.
young mans old age a minds tease,
in the past your joy with fear formed a whole, yes,
but in the present almost with different delight,
dead-gray and barren: my disappointed elan.
fact is that you frighten me now,
because fact is that you are close to me,
being a part of my state of anger, of dark hunger,
fear of life as if the existence commenced again.
I am healthy what pleases you,
the neurosis festers aside of me.
of exhaustion i shrivel up, but not so that i give up.
the last light of youth laughs shining beside me.
all that i wanted i have had now,
i even came further than what the world probably expected:
dissected entity, i find in you inside me of my time the fulfillment
and of the times.
Rational i was and irrationally likewise to the bottom and further.
And now... O, the desert, numb by the squabbling of the wind,
fantastic and dirty
Africa's sun that brings light to the world.
THE INNER VOICE
What is weakness failing
And being overpowered by strength goes away, finally
What is sadness fading
And being put down by happiness, is forced to show its face less
What is stupidity let down
And being handed a promissory note by wisdom, sinks
What is doubt thrown aside
And being tossed by confidence, has to hide behind a corner
What is self-unacceptance stomped on
And being stood on by self-acceptance, slowly dies
What is procrastination not put off, until tomorrow
And being told to finish by today, is complete
What is hopelessness broken
And being overcome by hope, fails
What is silence listened to
And being heard, reveals the inner voice
Digital dog a cool little dude,
Living with-in the digital world.
Never worrying about being rude,
Always thinking his hair should be curled.
He is a friend to everybody.
He has a greatest friend of all,
His truly lovable, Cody.
Sometimes he likes to play ball,
Also he loves to chase anybody.
Eagle, Soar With Me
Carol B. Shockley
I see you...
in the shimmering, half-plane of being, between awake and asleep.
Are you real, or just another figment of my imagination?
Do you have substance, or are you a dream, conjured by the desires of
an unfulfilled hope, manifested by the complexities of my psyche.
Do I dare consider the possibilities, or dive into the comfort of unconsciousness?
No dreams, only the safety of the sameness of my continued, known existence.
What answers will the Universe bring?
Will it be the answer of hope, or will it be the sense of my own power
over the outcome of my own destiny?
This is the 'Witching Hour'.
Touch me in my innermost being, taste of me, in my desire!
Be one with me, if you dare!
Only the eagle will soar with me to the heights of shared ecstasy.
on the forceps of my mind
Grasping at the wind
blind to see its truth, soft to feel it's touch
On the balcony of forever
I open my eyes
What once was a dream....
I lack the conviction
too many colours to love
too many people to hate
too much to endure!
Take me now with thee.
a balloon caught in the air-conditioning
on the edge of her seat bored
finally something real
their little fingers interlocked
When I was born,
I left a scar on your body
When I lived,
I left a scar on your mind
When I have died
I left a scar on your beauty
But at the same time
I have left something behind
To haul like the dress of a bride in her costume
To fall out of sequence, like a journeying bird
I was not yours to keep, but to watch like a sunset
Until one day the edges would become tempting and blurred,
This bouquet is an old one
These were never my flowers
The stench of old memories is as violent as home
Contusions of forgiveness are all masked in this whiteness
In the lightness, I am worthy of in all of this dark
Your foot fell through the creaking boards of my condition
Into the palm of my hand and the crux of my heart
I was not yours to keep but to watch like a sunset
And to watch is to learn of what has fallen apart.
MY FIRST THANKSGIVING WITHOUT MY DAD
by Bobby Mathis
My first Thanksgiving without you here
In my heart you will always be near
Mom made banana pudding with fixins galore
For you and I to share and enough if we want more
Turkey is on the table, dressing, cranberry sauce too
What I would give to be able to sit by you
I am thankful for all the times we were able to share
I know in your own way you truly cared
Life is so precious, we don't have long at all
We never know when the lord will make his call
Of all the things that hurt Most of ALL
My daughter will never know the man we called "PAPA"
I watch the sun set as I look over the sea. What is it that has caught
my eye? The waves. I watch the water roll upon the horizon. So
beautiful. The midnight blue color blends with the sky. Hmm, lovely. I
smile, sitting with my head resting on my knees. Arms linked around my
legs. The tiny waves lap at my ankles. I love the experience of the
short, electric pricks of the ocean, calling for me to come home. Life
is simple. The sun, in all its orange, yellow, and golden glory, sinks
beneath the world. I stand up, brush the sand off of my cutoff shorts
and walk slowly along this stretch of beach. I reach the end of the
sand and lay down. I rest my head on my hands, looking out at the sea
again. My deep blue eyes match the water that I sea before me. I fall
asleep listening to the lullaby of my home. I dream of everything and
anything. I love the world. I love the ocean.
When I see you
You remind me of,
a blooming flower,
a refreshing rain shower,
or a shining star,
that seems so far.
But then i see you and,
the smile you your face,
is like a warm embrace,
the look in your eyes,
puts my tongue in ties,
the feel of your touch,
makes me want you so much.
All the reminisce left behind
Too frail to let go and myself.....increasing blind
My environment engulfs in cobwebbed drapery
One sits in the dark alone....excruciatingly
Everything seems pause and the present....
Seems like a point in gray formless infinity
Before thyself is a portal
Oh look!!!! something not boring yet perhaps meaningful
Beaconing me to enter the mystery
and there he is
he awaits me
one is stolen
by the thieving ghost of all that was lost ...all that could have been
i once thought we were hopeless........
i am now sucked in to what could be perfected.....
He is what lives in my void and mended heart......
he is my mind.....my other half......
the phenomenon that with him i found my mind more
welcome to my fantasy gripping reality......
i'm welcomed to the becoming....
BRIAN AND VALERIE
So here I am again down on upon my knees, learning from my experience,
I no longer trust all that my heart believes. So when you see me you
may wonder why she leaves, and its the fact that you'll never know
that makes me go, it's more than "us", it's everything.
Holding on with a grip that bleeds, slipping, realizing I'm not succeeding.
So I'm free but only after now its glass that you have been gone long
before i ever thought to leave, Yet I'm the one who did deceive you
say to me with eyes that lie and lips that breathe the same thoughts
that I thought I was crazy for having the idea to believe. I scratched
the surface and you did me wrong, just a nick off the top and I didn't
belong to you anymore I wasn't what you wanted to be. we couldn't
exist in this life and maybe lives will pass again before we could
ever be a reality. But now, I am a slave basking in my own liberty,
happy being blue, While you are out happy living, without me, I'll be
here, missing you.
Self-Worth Nightmare (Already There)
cracked heads and motorcars
is that all that spew
from my mind?
I wonder what you see
the gruesome images
of bitchslapping terrible
the victim shed her worth
Because of all knives through hearts
castaway has to be the worst.
And dying young has to be a sin.
so she stands there
beating her brains out
whispering at the top of her lungs
She knows nothing but violence
feels nothing but grief
Happiness has never come to her
without wanting something in return.
Kiss me on the mouth
and pretend I'm someone else.
And I'll pretend you're someone else.
By bobby hamby
Crush me easily
lady day is fading
the stars have shone fearfully
feel the life that's ending
Tangle me appropriate
girl sight misleading
the clods are my associates
sounds without much feeling
Burn me insignificant
woman light parading
your blinding breeze is decadent
see your heart cascading
Leave me oblivious
female quiet temptation
loss that makes me curious
and drains my blood's sedation
SOMETIMES I BELIEVE THAT YOU REALLY CARED,
EVEN THOUGH YOU TOLD HER,
THE FEELINGS WERE NEVER THERE.
I FELT THAT YOUR LOVE WAS TRUE,
AND SO I STAYED WITH YOU,
THROUGH ALL THE TIMES THAT WERE ROUGH,
WHEN I HAD TO PRETEND THAT I WAS TOUGH.
I ACTED LIKE I COULD TAKE IT,
BUT IN PRIVATE I WOULD CRY.
I TRIED TO HAVE FAITH IN YOU,
BUT I COULDN'T SEE THROUGH THE LIES.
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WOULDN'T LAST,
SHOULDN'T HAVE LET IT GO SO FAST,
BECAUSE YOU TOOK A PART OF ME,
AND NOW YOUR WITH HER HAPPY AS CAN BE.
THAT PART OF ME I CAN NEVER GET BACK,
SOMEDAYS I FEEL LIKE I AM GOING TO CRACK.
YOU MADE ME THE PERSON I AM TODAY,
AND I DON'T LIKE THAT PERSON IN ANY WAY.
YOU BROKE MY HEART AND SMASHED MY TRUST,
I REALIZE NOW THAT WITH YOU IT WAS ONLY LUST.
I WISH I COULD GO BACK AND CHANGE THE PAST,
STAY AWAY FROM THE THINGS,
I KNOW WILL NEVER LAST.
CHANGE THE DAY THAT I MET YOU,
BECAUSE THEN MY HEART,
WOULDN'T BE BROKEN IN TWO.
Open your heart
Your love is magic, you hypnotize me
You came into my way and set me free
Love and fantasy,
All around the galaxy
You made it brighter, so that I could see
Like a melody in the galaxy
See our love will start till the end of time
Take a glass of wine, you will always mine
Take my love for start
Open your heart, it’s all right
I feel you, don’t let the night go down on me
Count on me, let me be your destiny
See you find a way to my heart
We’ll never fall apart from the start
From the start till the end of time
Thank God I was right in time
Let the moonlight find out
Are you in, are you out?
I have nothing to hide
You’re playing with me seek and hide
Take my love for start
Open your heart, it’s all right
External thoughts, desperate too deep
Particular beds, can’t fall asleep
Shallow minds, sixteen deep lakes
General people, the glass breaks
Abrupt voices, envious love abused
Immediate attention, the flowers bruised
Lame excuses, there’s enough pain
Rapid apologies, warm summer rain
Barren lands, many disloyal fires
Tender hearts, high above wires
Major choices, the decision stuck
Unexpected sounds, out of luck
Calm seas, romance is reflection
Young marriages, a soon salvation
Kind children, bedtime they pray
Opposite directions, here to stay
Familiar places, still angry fears
Jealous eyes, much lonely tears
Weak arms, we must learn
Different lives, it’s our turn
Vertical horizons, spread the wing
Quiet music, rejoice and sing
Narrow spaces, shorter or longer
Empty homes, make us stronger
Hollow souls, hold the knife
Broken pieces, this is life
The next OPEN MIC ENCORE III July, 2002.