OPEN MIC ENCORE II
Encore I June, 2003
Encore III June, 2003
DIARY OF A STRAY DOG
He licked the small cute bitch goodbye
while her lovers waited in scattered packs
wanted to hunt a rabbit for a change
but in vain he wasted his hours hunting
cursed he the men who devoured them clean
he ran for leftovers at the back yard of the rich
Already late, he would sleep hungry
for he knows these times of war & feared
sure was he would be late and fast on his toes
and true he was late as he missed that too
children of men were faster that him
he cursed again, these men of little hearts
he made a turn to go for the butcher's yard
where a bone or two may fill his guts
bad luck haunted him, the bones were gone-
to a nearby factory where make manure
he snarled and took to his four,
since no choice remembered he his hidden reserve
hidden under the dust in the farmers farm
sniffed the ground to find spot he hid
a stone at the back scattered his dreams
turned to see the farmers son with a load of it
licking his back he cursed the cruel men
in anger wanted to rush to the cemetery near
he was sure to get at least a piece of skull
there all his hunger crashed on what he saw
there was a tear or two gushing from his eyes
flowing thru the long chin as he silently howled
weeping women ,children all there in black
burying their dead men all game in this war
he growled way back and thought he would sleep
but hunger made him tough to nap
ran he to his bitch for a hug and silent sob
luck never favoured him on this day, far he saw-
the small cute bitch ornamental on her mistress lap
The party is on for a war they have just won
the men in uniforms all lined to secure
but stray dogs not allowed, sentryís face was stern
He took on his heels for a timeless run
he cursed himself for the day he was born
snarled on himself why ever born in human world
they kill, they cry and they celebrate all that well
I've been told things,
strange things - about my eyes. My face. My voice.
I've heard my eyes are beautiful and caring.
My voice, a noise worth hearing.
My face-of that as a loving girl.
But, people say, though I'm smiling-
It's just a mask over the aching missing pieces.
They saw-with a deep look through my unruling disturbing eyes-
The pain I can not hide.
It shows up in a menacing whirl.
My mind lapped with hatred, fright, love, hurt of this world.
With all my might,
I try to make it through the night.
Scales from head to tail,
Some can make you go pail,
Big and small,
Some can climb up a wall,
Hunting you down,
Giving the mouse a frown,
Swallowing a big meal,
Isnít such a big sham eel.
Stop your words if you say the fighting has always been and cannot be changed.
Do you not believe, do you not have faith in your soul.
We are to love one another.
Stop your selfishness.
You have chosen to become sour.
How have we destroyed ourselves, living and following the leaders of hate.
Choose your own path of the dove.
Do not walk the path of destruction.
They say they've heard the prophets, they say they've seen the truth-
Is it really the truth, you must ask this to your heart-
Would the creator of you and I, the same creator who made us of the same
flesh, who took nothing and turned it into everything, want you to terminate
your life and take others with you.
Evil is the byproduct of fear and weakness,
Peace is the byproduct of strength and courage-
Be of peace, it is not too late.
Turn away from those who say they speak of the One and then turn to evil,
Open your heart to love and then you will feel the One, and only then
will you see the promised land....
Disarming The Battle
In my heart it only rains
It knows not of the sun
The happiness that used to reign is no longer on its throne
A faint beat of the heart lets me know I'm still alive
My body is cold now I can't feel the pain
Evidence from my wrists I have just slain
Everything is dark now resembling the blood that I am in
I've made it to the finish line
A smile crosses my face I no longer need to pretend
by Ann Louise Christiansen
From the depths of her troubled mind
comes the actions of which we spy.
Her pain and sorrow, like an endless disease,
her only revival, to beg the lord....please.
The one she longs for, the focus of her plea,
a priceless pearl in a cruel cruel sea.
Her beauty painted on the canvas that is reality,
her confusion and depression are carried on to me.
If only the world were perfect
then this pain wouldn't be,
To change the world with her depression,
much like she changed me.
THEATER OF THE MIND
William M. Farley
My life played out inside my head
The days they pass so endlessly
In dreams I call out to the dead
The ones that I shall never see
The living cease to see me
A flag that's left unfurled
Too meager to be noticed
As I wander through this world
Minutes turn to hours
I have not left this room
Too scared to face the daylight
Encompassed by the gloom
Each night the play is acted out
In this theater of the mind
Searching through the audience
Hoping that I'll find
The one that will release me
Not let my spirit die
From sitting in this room each night
Too alone to cry
ON THE FIELD OF DREAMS
ON A WAR CAST FIELD
I SEE YOU THERE
A LOST SOUL AMONG THOUSANDS
YOU A SILENT CREATURE
FROM THE NOISY EARTH OF THE BATTLEFIELD
YOU WALK PROUD,
INTO MY ARMS,
FOR ALL ETERNITY,
YOU ARE WITH ME,
MY SOUL MATE,
MY LOVE FOREVER,
AS WE WALK TOWARDS THE GARDENS OF HAPPINESS,
I FEEL DIFFERENT
YOU MAKE ME FEEL DIFFERENT
IN OUR OWN LITTLE WORLD,
WERE NO ONE CAN HARM US,
WE LIVE IN PEACE FOREVER
THEN ALL TURNING TO DARKNESS
BACK TO REALITY
WE ARE SEPARATE
IN TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
I LONG FOR YOU
I AM LOST WITHOUT YOU
I WANNA DIE TO BE WITH YOU
NO MORE SILENCE
THE SOUND OF WAR INCREASING
Drowns out your screams
Makes me sad
As the flames burn
My heart dies
As I lose you
I lose the will to live
Archie J. Querubin
My love for you will always be true
Until the end of time
My heart, my soul and everything
Iíll give them all to you
You are my life soon to be my wife
My strength when I get weak
Today is better than yesterday
As long as Iím with you
I love you then and loving you now
Donít ask me until when.
I DIDN'T MEAN TO CRY, I JUST WANTED TO DIE
I love the way
You circle my head,
Making the cut a little deeper
An everlasting sore, an ache I don't want
Gone and disappeared.
Its a mystery u got this far,
Such a crazy thought
I've lost control.
I can't picture me now
I think I'm lost.
I don't think I remember
Just where it all began
A lost cause
Blinded and tormented
Cut my throat,
Only to watch it bleed
Its like an addiction,
To something unparallel
Living inside a dark, gloomy room with steel bars
To lock me away.
Cursing my day
Simply saddening, the look in my eyes.
A blank stare
How haunting it seems.
I didn't mean to cry,
I just wanted to die
Her tears dance upon her cheek
winding streams of pain and uncertainty
Why does my heart speak to me?
Has misery found your house
and camped upon your porch?
Well I must ask, what is pain?
This pain that you feel
What is its life force?
Why do its gates open this flood
of emotion pouring from your soul?
Masked and hidden beneath my
leathery exterior, I show only scars
Emotion is not a strong suit of mine
Your dance of sorrow confuses me so
where have you been? what have you seen?
I must walk these roads to understand
I must find the source of this burden
you have carried so long
I wear the mask of a fool at times
I wear the mask of a seeker
many shrouds in my possession
many masks indeed
A thousand years are screaming
Tomorrow isn't dreaming
The dark light
I've been living in these dark shadows
as long as I can think
but they are not dark to me any more
they are filled with the light of familiarity
I am scared
of all these people
who want to switch on the light for me
I don't want their light
It's too dark for me
And I am scared I am scared that when my eyes get used to their light
I will be afraid of the darkness
It Was The Olden Days
Jeffrey Reed Thompson
It was the olden days
I remember it well
There was light - and a guy
With a girl.
Letís not talk about it anymore
If we can.
Letís not care about Iran.
Letís just CARE.
It is the olden days
That I remember now;
This is the gift -
Iím a bringer of light.
Neither to look
Neither to see
All that survives will
fade inside of me.
Darkness spreads fought by light
an eternal battle of power and might.
For those who fall a new peace is found,
and tormented souls become unbound.
Tears revive the broken earth
that had been tread as a battleground,
memories of the past will fade
and we will all be overcome in
a peaceful equilibrium of shade.
by MARIA PAVLOVA
Death must always come
Doesn't matter if you're smart or dumb.
Have no fear
When death is here.
It's not hear yet,
But before you know it, you'll be dead.
You better say goodbye,
Before someone will die.
No matter what you do,
May the God stay with you.
Death is not sorrow, and tears. Itís a victory. For the day I die
shall be a victory. A victory for me, for I will have accomplished
two things in life. For on that day I shall be truly happy, because
I know I no longer shall bring pain, anguish, or pure hatred upon my
family. I love my family so donít get me wrong. Just every
time I wake it seems I bring harm to them. For life itself is hell,
I know I will have that moment of happiness Iíve dreamed of for so
long. I know that my family will be ok when I take my leave.
They have always been happier when I am gone. Yet, as I write this I
feel pain in my heart knowing that when Iím gone I can no longer just
quietly sit in my corner and watch them in there happiest times.
Doesnít anyone hear me? Donít they know that the day I die this
world will change. That day shall and will be one of the most
beautiful days that this world has ever seen. Everyone for that
moment as I draw my last breath on this planet will feel !
at home, loved, and at peace with there self. For that one
moment everyone will know what true love feels like. I know my
family loves me. Yet, I donít know what it feels like to have been
loved by anyone. So I shall be free in that moment, for I will know
freedom. I will no longer harbor these feelings of disgust, anger,
hatred, or depression upon myself. For that one moment I shall be
free. No longer hollow inside, no longer torn inside, no longer
disgusted with myself. For in that moment I wonít die, for I will
be starting life not ending it. You start life free? I will!
I really want you here,
But your no where near,
Now your with your friends drinking beer,
And you say "Honey there is nothing to fear",
Then you drive home,
You can barley steer,
I can hear a slight scream in my ear,
I get a phone call saying your car got hit in the rear,
I could say no words, all was on my face was tears,
I loved you so dear,
I really want you here,
But you died all because of beer,
And you're never near.
A LIFE SUBTRACTED
I have no passion
I feel so vague
I'm everything I wanted
I'm everything I hate
Nothing from everything
It's nearing the end
Where did he go?
Where is my friend?
They fucking killed him
That's where he is
They thought it was better
they did what they did
Did nobody notice?
Could nobody see?
I know I was different
This isn't me
WHERE YOU BEGAN
The cut on your forehead is bleeding words.
Soft warm words. Not sure where to run.
But mapped with grace and a delicate style.
Noble beauty in your jaw.
Historic in your eyes.
A head full of love.
Puzzle in mind.
Endeavoring guesses of intentions.. so altruistic.
Just as good as anyone else. I know you even better.
Welling salt in a throat.
Nose is gushing pain.
Lovely ease of defeat.
Horror of acceptance.
Pulling questions apart.
Rush of theory. Circles in circles.
Shame of difficulty.
Grasping sharp wires of meaning.
Needing to be different.
Hollowness of realization
Back to where you began.
Hope in the smile of a dirty faced toddler.
Flecked intrinsic hope.
Back where you began.
It feels like my soul is starting to slip away
It takes an effort and a headache to make it through the day
Happiness was all I wanted from the road that I was on
I came home a tried to do the right thing but woke up one day and all was
My world began to turn upside-down it started to go downhill
But then i found that happiness again in a blunt a can and a pill
Why do i have to stoop so low in so many different ways?
Guys and drugs can make me happy for a minute and leave me depressed for
I don't know where i went wrong or what i did so bad
But i feel like this is a punishment to live alone, brokenhearted, and
I want all this shit to go away, to leave me the fuck alone
I don't want to have to dread the fact that each day i have to go home
I feel like I'm a prisoner and i want to be let free
I want the demon that darkens my heart to finally leave me be.
Fate, a dark bottomless ocean, here
it is always
midnight, the great white moon reflecting it's eerie
glow, no sound...No sound but the ever constant
of ripples bouncing off my water
Floating, drifting over an endless abyss, never knowing
what may emerge from the deep to swallow me up in it's
I yearn to cry for someone, something but i'm afraid
I will hear only
my own voice cry back.
No land in sight, not
a damn thing.
I want to sleep but if I did I would most surely drown,
therefore I will
never see my dreams.
A shooting star flies overhead, perhaps a symbol of hope,
I try to swim but can't, I struggle to turn belly up once
more before I
sink to my liquid tomb.
no will of my own.
Drifting into the distance never seeing my fate,
fate always seems to see me.
by Mary Shotter
I tremble quietly under the covers
Afraid of someone hearing
The loud cries I have inside of me
The pain, the suffering
I hurt without anyone knowing
And am helpless on my bed
I feel so alone and cold
I might as well be dead
It kills me to know how much
People can be so cruel
To say things that can be so harsh
And make me want to curl up and hide
Hide away from the world and disappear
From anyoneís sight
That way I just might,
Just might feel better of myself.
I stare into the darkness
On all the troubles
No parents have I to tell
Of my suffering and pain
I still cry.
Lions are the kings of the jungle.
They are ferocious
And also carnivorous
prowling and snarling
They roam around the bushes
They move around viciously
Waiting for their prey to appear
And as soon as they see it,
They pounce on it, kill it and eat it.
Like any guest,
pain came knocking
on the door of my life.
Like any storm,
pain left the cracks
on the walls of my life.
Like any season,
pain will go when
it's ready to depart.
Like the wind,
to come back again.
-Life's A Lie-
They say life's great,
but all I do is wait.
They say suicide's a sin,
But i just can't win.
They say life is grand,
which i just cant stand.
They say don't fear death,
But to never take another breath?
Always they say,
But do you see any of them here today?
They're not here because they're not strong enough
to face the pain and be tough.
What would they do and say
If they were me for just one day?
Would they be able to last?
Would they even pass?
They say get back on the horse and get going,
What would they say if it was stolen?
They say it's okay to cry,
Than to wipe your tears dry.
They say they love you,
but then leave with out a simple "We'll miss you".
They say life is easy,
But sometimes it's so hard it makes me crazy.
Brushing the thistles
The briars, they sting
But I go on in the valley
The moon, it glowers
Onto my torn skin
My blood sheds no pain
For the mess I am in
My wings, torn and battered
Can touch the night sky
The only thing is
I don't know how to fly
My wounds make it worse
My tourniquet fell
And salt in the gash
Makes it hurt like hell
What am I now?
Who was I before?
A fallen dark angel?
I don't know anymore
I fall into nothing
And so my life ends
I can't think of the words
And my scar never mends.
Emily Katharine Kern
AN OUTCAST'S REVENGE
Laughter explodes throughout the room as the innocent victim walks in,
blinded to the sin they've committed, dying to set the record straight.
Transported to an unbearable place somewhere to hide their shame,
a blackened alley whose street is paved with those of other mistakes,
fog billows across the path as the predators stalk their prey.
With the victim's back against the wall, he slowly shows his face.
Silence splits through the icy night sky, for the face belongs to me and to
Justice has been served to the rulers who deserved it times two.
David Sherman Brooks
There is no depth
To which I could measure
This hole inside of me,
It is swallowing me slowly
Torturing with time
I wish I could get it over with
And leave it all behind
My life is a misery
Iíll never understand why
Iíve spent a fortune
Trying to fill the void
But all the future seems to have for me
More and more
All that I have ever thought to be good
Plagues me to no end
I guess the storm from which my tears fall
Will never pass over
I fear I may drown soon.
CONSIDER THE TRUTH
Is there a meaning to life?
Are we meant to be alive...or was it just a mistake?
Should the winds blow our days away?
Should the nights be slept away?
My soul is aching my mind is whirling I can't seem to find any answers to my
The inside of me is pulling and pulling me to the answers, but yet my stubborn
feet are glued to the floor.
I wonder, why are the stars made so high, and the ground so low?
Must we suffer and wear ourselves out to try and reach the stars when the
ground is by our side?
The answers won't be found...I know but the questions won't be stopped, that I
am positive about.
Is it fair that our soul lives on but we don't?
And lastly, if people were created for reason why don't they appreciate that?
Why must they discourage God so?
Don't they see... life is limited, and you either live it or you don't.
Don't they see... God picked them to live at the moment and left others wait?
Life is a mystery... and as hard as they might try, people will never be the
resolution until they consider THE TRUTH.
Imprisoned under the fluorescent lights,
Obeying the directions on my life,
Engraved in metal which I am trapped in:
The robot of indifference and stoic.
Observing the world through a stained window,
Thatís dyed the hazy black, as in my mind,
While I throw dirt into the eyes of those
Who peer across my glass of privacy.
My lustrous armorís built by factories
With steady metal meant to hold through all
My festíring body pieced together with
Mere cells begotten from the petri dish.
I bathe in the internal flood of blood
From masticates of self-inflicted bugs;
The bugs dismissed as nonexistent and
As offspring of my histrionic thoughts.
Dark red, my messenger, is leaking out.
Wonít someone notice and help stop the flow?
going so fast
seems to speed up
right when we need
a lot of it
never kill time
we don't want to
hurt what a lot
of us depend on
time is slowing down
when we want
it to go fast
lectures and boring
we all have to do
time never listens
to us, follows our wants
its own drum
a steady rhythm
we never get the
hang of until
it's too late
BY Barbara Murphy
I listen to the whispers in my head
Night time is really what I dread
Your no good they say to me
A loser a freak never meant to be
I close my ears and close my eyes
Never a place to run and hide
From the thoughts inside my head
Telling me how Id be better off dead
Its morning now the night has passed
Sleep deprived I drag my ass
Out of bed another day
Praying I wont feel this way
Its night again , I'm still alone
hearing the voices I start to moan
I listen now I know its true
The voices tell me what to do
Forever to sleep is the only way
To make these voices go away...
The Dark Days
By: Belinda Rivera
I feel lonely
just for one time to cry
for what was done to me
If only that day I had to fight
for my rights
in my entire life
to see the true suns light
Because I have fallen into a black hole
with nothing to do
all sick and cold
Until the day a person came up to me
it has passed a month of May
For that person
I felt so happy for my self
and had a man
that gave me cells
Iím not lonely
Iíd have cried my eyes out
not heart broken
for what happened to me is going to be the last!
HE MIGHT HAVE SAID ĎDONíT MISUSE GODí (sung to hmm hmn233)
There were Ten Commandments
With the first five direct from God
But the next five were not,
Yet look like the Five Precepts.
All except the last one,
Which says not to crave
The things of your neighbors
Instead of ďDonít misuse drugs.Ē
Did the last one apply to land,
The land of the Philistines?
Oh, of course not! So provocative!
Of course this is not Right Speech!
The full moon can fool you amist anxieties flame.
Awake in a dream.
Striving in numbness.
Flashing lights send you insane.
The suburbs are filled with deralict dealers.
Stolen cars trashed at the side of the road.
A society made up of cheaters and stealers
Pilfering goods for the man to unload.
The master of my own demise
My soul is home and sacrificed.
My eyes see black as white death eyes
And will until the moon resides.
Before my wake I hope to see
And end to all my misery.
A soul to feel at peace
Before set free...
Kevin Lyons 2003
I walk thru dust
In a grate
A land so great,
Where its noise and rain
Will empower you
And its steely grip
Will hang you.
I see the rats
As time flows by,
Look around you,
And youíll see the empty faces,
The soulless features.
I wake up
In the morning,
The smoke dense air,
I am disgusted.
*This stage in my life is really hard on me
*I am in love as you can plainly see
*whenever anything goes wrong, my heart aches in pain
*Sometimes these moments almost make me go insane
*I know it may sound weird to you
*But one day you'll experience this stage too
*So please hold the key to your heart forever
*Don't give it away never ever
*If you do you'll be in a lot of pain
*Maybe you'll go insane!
On the verge of breaking down
What direction is to be taken next
Crying, frowning, fake smiles
Depression is coming
No friends, no family, no love
Mistakes that can never be taken away
Getting out of the world
Is it the only way out
Or is it returning to more pain
Depression is coming
How many more can be handled
A life that hasn't started yet
Is already lost and hurt
Depression is coming
Screaming for help
But from who
No love no family
Depression is coming
No wait it has already conquered me
Encore I June, 2003
as the raindrops tickle the asphalt
as the buds peek out to their new world
as new life proclaims the earth as its own
the darkness falls
It falls in a place all can see
yet no one dares look
they fail to muster that much courage
for their strength just melts away
turning the other cheek
those feelings that hold them captive
instincts they just cannot shake
creeping up on them
always in wait
the underbelly of fear
hideous and truthful
as the raindrops tickle the asphalt
do you dare catch the next one
will you venture into your unknown
will human nature ever learn?
or continue in drear existence
ignorant of the opportunities
right in front of your blinded eyes
fear consumes and envelopes you
do you see now
of course not
take your hands from your eyes
desperation preys on your very essence
living with deep scars
pry them open
take a chance
just pry it open
We all want to change the world
Ride out on steed with flag unfurled
To tell the world that we have fun
with Christ Jesus we have won
Come darker day or weaker night
We shall over come the fight
to learn to live in peace with you
and me is all that we need do
To love your neighbor as yourself
Be there to offer him your help
He said "You are the light of the world"
so do not show your banner furled
don't hide it from the light of day
and shrug your shoulders yet and say
"all is good on earth today"
"Who needs a banner flying high
yet as i feel my life draw nigh
I do not feel I'm on cloud 9
for all my life i feared to tell that
with Christ Jesus all is well!!
So spread the Joy and Peace and Love
and let it ring from hea'n above
of Jesus Joy and Peace and Love
of Hope come only from above.
Thoughts of sunshine through my mind
Pictures of pain I can't help but find
The story of sadness can only be told
The person you once were I'll forever hold.
Your gone from life without a trace
The memory of you will never erase
The image of your cheeky smile
Makes me cry for a short while
As time has passed me day by day
Never goes one where I won't say
That I love and miss you more and more
Without you my heart is left so sore
For every tear that falls to the ground
Makes me remember that beautiful sound
Of the last words that were spoken
At the time I thought you were joken'
As you leave me sitting here
Dropping yet another tear
Doing nothing but cry
All because I had to say goodbye.
The Power of a Smile
Karen L. Sadewater
The power of a gun can kill...
And the power of fire can burn.
The power of wind can chill...
And the power of the mind can learn.
The power of anger can rage...
Inside until it tears you apart,
But the power of a smile...
Especially your...can heal
A frozen heart!
BLUE FLOWERS IN HER HAIR...IT SEEMS AS IF SHE DOESN'T
CARE...BLUE AND BLACKBIRDS ABOVE AND BELOW...HER NAME IS ALEXANDRA...SHE IS
LOST...AND THE SUN IS SETTING QUICKLY...BLUE FLOWERS IN THE GRASS...AND THE
SKY IS RED... BLUE FLOWERS IN MY HAND...AND THE SKY IS BLACK...THE END.
Encore III June, 2003
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