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Just Waiting

2008-08-31T23:44:35-05:00

Starless skies
sleepless nights
but I can't escape
to the saftey of the moonlight
and I sit here
waiting for the sun to stop crying its tears
wait for the light to heal broken years
wait for the night to let in the sun
wait for an absolution that may never come
just waiting
in the night of blackened hearts and weakened souls
yet I still can't escape night's deadness and cold
and people get used to darkness ; silent but bold
and I'm left here
waiting
with the tiniest little light in my eyes
as the darkness overcast all of the skies
taking hold of those weakened souls
and I still wait to escape the cold
waiting for a warmer hand to hold
just waiting
silent but bold

sometimes

2008-08-29T08:46:52-05:00

sometimes

sometimes when i sit by myself at the dawn

i remember how i used to be so alone

but then you came to change my life

and let me know that my soul is alive

sometimes when my heart beats go higher

and i feel that my passion is put on fire

i ran to the open sea and sleep in a boat

and open your lettres to feel you with each word you wrote

i look at the sky and try to go so far

to see your angel face drawn by each star

sometimes when i feel that the world become so small

and each time i try to fly away from it i fall

i found you holding my hands helping me to smooth the rought

trying to teach me how to fly with a beautiful way called love

sometimes when i feel so down and sad

and nothing around me can make me glad

you run to me with a perfumed red rose

offering me some romance nights with extra doze

and after all that you are still asking if u suppose

buy a small ring and gently prepose

wondering if you did i will accept you or not

forgetting how i enjoy being with you alot

so dont wonder and dont hesitate

cause you will always be my lovely mate

and nothing on earth i want but you

cause baby iam totally in love with you

Dual Reality

2008-08-19T22:58:30-05:00

Dual Reality

Every night I lay down to rest and shut my eyes,
I drown in dreams that seem so vivid and real.
In many of them, my heart pounds and cries.
But they choose to remain with me, so what's the deal?

Mornings come after I wait for a long time,
And I still resist waking to my anguish and disdain,
Should I choose to end my life and commit a crime,
Or keep myself coiled up in dreams that cause pain?

I have to confess that I dream in a world that is not mine,
since I am certain I am not qualified to be there.
After all, nothing changes or ever becomes just fine.
Day after day my life gets much harder to bare!

I truly wish I can find a fixed path or destination.
Or, at least clutch onto anything that takes me far away,
from the ironies of dreams and events without aggravation.
Somebody, Somebody, tell me where I should stay?!

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my night of love....

2008-08-18T11:21:11-05:00

it was my night of Love...
so picturesque …
& blooming… like the mind
wet grass everywhere..fount of all inspiration
soul music…sad silence,
death peace,
new waves…& old waters
-marital dreams….
& Clean shreds of broken glass
it was my satanic night..
oh Kama..kama…
I never wanted any of this
to end..to ever remain in
the presence of myself
…..

….to grasp and kiss a
tender moist breast
..gray, blue, black,
tears and me…
fragrances to allievate the
pain of my heart,
and the heat between
the sky and this earth
…so much Kama in Love
To cuddle the child in Her,
To hold forth the Love and
Kama in Her….
unknowing of whom I caress,
like an uncaring child
and an unborn thought
…in the womb…

this was my night of Love
….like a first…
Sweet and sad…
Nay melancholous…
….Virginal
…exciting yet peaceful…
Natural…..Aaaah…

& I was the night….
And a
Dream…amidst the
Clouds and within the rains..
floating among the pines…
I was Dark and It was
Bright…….I
….It….Lust…

by: the lone boatman

As I've Grown Older, I've Found

2008-07-26T23:05:28-05:00

As I've grown older, I've found,

that my body has gotten more round.

As I try it,

another new diet,

I always add another pound.

Love

2008-07-14T22:26:54-05:00

Love

oct. 1, 2001

Time running out on love how can i stop it before it's to late for me to have a chance at love, love is a powerful word to understand, love can hurt all at once you start loving someone who don't love you back then love can make you happy once you find your true love, love can be all around you and you don't know it or who it is, love is a word that can be use as something you tell a friend or a family member, love also can be use when you tell your boyfriend or girlfriend that you love them, see love is a powerful word to learn about, love is a word that you can say to make a person feel better if they are down and out about something, love can sometime trick you in so many ways, what is the word love, i know it can mean alot of things but what does it really means, love is a word that discribe emotions, love can also be discribe as peace and joy, love is a word that have to grow on you, love is a word that is special, lovee can last as long as you want it to last, what do love mean to you when you say special, to me it mean that you have the special person that you want in your life, love is that special so don't let love run away from you, love can run away from you when you don't love the person back, love can be a person who is the love of your life, love can sometime make you unhappy, you can sometime see love in someone eyes when they love someone the most, love sometimes make you tell the person you in love with that they is the reason you are alive, love sometime make you fall in love with someone else when you in a relationship with someone else

by: Felicia Williams

States - Shaun J. Apple (2009) -- Experimental Poetry for Social Justice

2008-07-09T19:27:05-05:00

The latest journey inside Shaun J. Apple's poetry. Shaun takes us through all new work that has never been shared before. Truth, justice, love, politics, and the environment are all themes that run rampet throughout States.

Come join Shaun on his latest journey through the realms of an avant-garde poetry underworld. Where themes such as the search for truth, disease, social justice, spirituality, falling in love, reproduction, politics, growing-up, childhood, space-tech, and the environment are all highlighted, and packaged creatively and imaginatively into a work of art called "States". http://www.scribd.com/doc/3762211/States-Shaun-J-Apple-2009-Experimental...

Why is it alright for black men to father babies and not be a father to them?

2008-06-17T13:44:34-05:00

Why is it alright for black men to father babies and not be a father to them? Why is alright for black women to have multiple babies by different men out of wedlock and complain that there are no decent black men? Why is it alright that black men drive the latest cars with rims and tv's in the headrest and live at home with their mother? Why is it alright that black women have fantasy requirements on meeting men(i.e. complexion, height, tool size) and when it's doesn't work out time and time again, complain again that there are no decent black men? Why do black men feel it's alright to lay up on women and family and not work? Why do black women make excuses for their significant other and allow him to lie up and not work? Why do black men blame white people for all their ills and not work towards a solution? Why do black women sometimes turn their back on black men during times when they need them the most?

I've been thinking about these questions and many more like them so I just wanted to share my thoughts. These are general thoughts and doesn't go out to the entire black race which I'm very proud to be a part of but to a chosen few....

Whos My Daddy. Mammy?

2008-06-14T19:43:08-05:00

Who's my Daddy, Mammy?

Whos my Daddy Mammy,
The child one morning did say
With tears in her eyes to the childs surprise
The mother turned away

Did he break your heart Mammy?
What did he look like, what is his name?
Why do my friends tell me
That to have no daddy is a great shame?

The mother by now was crying
Slupmed sobbing on the floor
And the child looked even more puzzled
Than ever it did before

The child dragged across the floor
As a pillow for its mother a rug
And the sobbing tearfulk mother
Gave her only child a hug.

And when she looked into his face
Everytime she could see
The face of his father
And she remebered the night clearly

the footstes behind her on the street
Her heart pounding as away she rushed
The hand over her mouth, the fear the pain
As he attcked her in the bushes.

The shame after to tell family
The hassle of telling the Guard
The hostility of those who did not believe
My God... those months were hard.

Some say she asked for it,
Being alone, drunk and skimpily dressed
And while her parents said they believed
They at best were not impressed

Her friends they gathered money
For an abortion to England to go,
When she had they ferry ticket,
On the gangplank a voice to her said "No"

The child is of you as it is of him
No matter how his father is reviled
The Bible is wrong when it states
The sins of the father shall be paid by the child.

And she turned back from the boat
Her friends by her were stunned
Demanded their money back
And by them she was stunned.

And in time the child was born
The same as any other
And though he looked like his father
She was glad to be his mother.

And any single girl
Always dreads the day
When the child, however mild
Ask wheres their daddy in their childish way.

So she resolved to tell him a mistruth
And confirm the roughmours of spiteful neighbours round
She met a man in a pub one night
And afterwards herself pregnant found.

And she suffered the indignity
That ripped her very heart
She done it for the love of her child
And give him in life the best start.

Some say she was guided by Jesus
Who looked after her all along
I say she was guided by maternal instinct
And by knowing right from wrong.

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The Greatest

2008-06-11T23:34:38-05:00

"The Greatest"

In loving Memory of Billy Sutton

By: Will Sutton

I know I didn’t always listen that well,

Or always act my best

But man how I regret all that now

Since we’ve had to lay you to rest

You always looked out for my interests

Made sure I always did what’s right

Even when we had our arguments

Even when I knew that I was always right

I know God has a plan for us all

And everything happens for a reason or two

But I guess it all never really seemed to sink in

Until those reasons involved us losing you

I know that you are in a better place

Where there’s no more pain and no more sin

I just wish I could have said one last goodbye

I just wish it didn’t have to end

I know that one day we will reunite

But that moment seems too far away

I know one day the pain will mend

But right now it seems its here to stay

Until that day at least we have the memories

Of all the good times and the bad

I know you will always keep a watch over me

You always were the World’s Greatest Dad

The Greatest

2008-06-11T23:34:31-05:00

"The Greatest"

In loving Memory of Billy Sutton

By: Will Sutton

I know I didn’t always listen that well,

Or always act my best

But man how I regret all that now

Since we’ve had to lay you to rest

You always looked out for my interests

Made sure I always did what’s right

Even when we had our arguments

Even when I knew that I was always right

I know God has a plan for us all

And everything happens for a reason or two

But I guess it all never really seemed to sink in

Until those reasons involved us losing you

I know that you are in a better place

Where there’s no more pain and no more sin

I just wish I could have said one last goodbye

I just wish it didn’t have to end

I know that one day we will reunite

But that moment seems too far away

I know one day the pain will mend

But right now it seems its here to stay

Until that day at least we have the memories

Of all the good times and the bad

I know you will always keep a watch over me

You always were the World’s Greatest Dad

14 nights

2008-05-11T01:49:05-05:00

14 Nights

it is only for 14 nights,

but emotions been running tight.

as the day slowly turns to night,

i can't bear the loneliness of the night.

i kept awake till the dawn of light,

keeping awake till the time is right,

to pick you up and hug you tight.

hoping that i don't have to go thru this plight,

coz its lonely throughout the 14 nights.

i swear to God my love is right,

coz with only you....

....my heart feels right.

love nain

Truth, by Lisa Washington

2008-03-04T08:51:33-06:00

Your truth is my truth.

that familiar mirror,

reveals the truth

and the world's greatest intentions.

A Nicaraguan Story

2007-12-14T23:08:15-06:00

She ran outside
stood in the street
and screamed
at the war,
hoping
it would kill her,
it having killed her eldest son,
and after thirteen days of red,
her husband.
Over twenty years now,
each day she walks
the stony road,
opens the door,
to the village's humble
gallery of photos;
one hundred fifty
family folk
with soldier hearts,
sepia faces,
hung there to watch,
keep guard over
their memories.
In the dusty cemetery
families buried
all
the guns,
AR 15s filled the graves
so as to find their
suited death
with death,
their graven markers
aim up to Whom
their victims
were sent;
as wobbly, countless
Jesus fingers
they poke through
el barro de carne y hueso,
(the mud of meat and bone)
pointing,
directing us
to safety.

Regarding Maria Gonzalez and the Mothers of Heroes and Martyrs Museum in Esteli, Nicaragua

Snowbound

2007-12-06T13:53:54-06:00

Little changes. Little tiny snowflake.
Mosaic. Masterpiece. Uniqueness.'

Little changes. Little tiny snowflake.
Doily. Woodcut. Snowfall.

Little changes. Little tiny snowflake.
Evergreen trees support accumulation.

Little changes. Little tiny snowflake.
Flit. Fleet. Snow. Show.