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Withered Hand

By: Anonymous

Although words are spoken, and souls are broken, there must be a reason

A reason why the world doesn’t see what we see

A reason behind our eyes that the message

The message got lost

The message of hope for the good

The message of hope that we can and we will win

We will defeat any evil, any pain, and we can

We can press on even with our withering

Our withering hand still grabs the next rung

Our pain is no longer real

Our pain is only an illusion

An illusion and the real winners will be rewarded

Rewarded according to the truth

The truth that God knows

The truth that in the end…

In the end, evil fails, dies, and does not exist

The Ritual

By: Anonymous

A soul once said, I cannot depart

I cannot depart from this

Yet it did

It went on, and made it to a level of its full being

A potential beyond reach

A questioning of self in growth

Yet, the being continued to grow, and complete

But what was its prize to be claimed?

What was its purpose?

It questioned life, it questioned everything

Yet, it still advanced into better ways

As it remained missing the old sense of self

 

Speak Easy

 

By: Anonymous

The vibe and energy of the rebirth self

A question unanswered and not cared about

The feel of free flowing free flowing freedom

What more to say, what more to do?

Simple; dance, enjoy, and have fun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                      Not a person

By Anonymous

The truth is that there is no reason

No reason to live in fear

No reason to listen to the lies

But instead there is reality

There is reality in knowing the truth

The truth of the soul, and who I am

It is not yours, but mine

I will not continue on your cycle

Instead, I live, I speak, I believe

I am me

 

I understand

By Anonymous

The way the water once seemed

The light that once existed

The meaning of a non-physical connection

You know the one

Spiritual, real, dependent on nothing

Not bound by time, or rational mind

Just a connection or more than that

Bound together by hope, peace, promise, and faith

Faith in knowing that one day, it will be

It will be okay

In knowing that the leaf and its sisters will look the same

In knowing that you are protecting me, and I love you

We will keep going, keep hoping, and more

Until, it happens, or arrives, we shall resolve

We shall resolve to live

To live and know

That it is not in the shallowness of heart, or selfishness of existence

But instead, we are, we are true in our beings

                                           

                          False Prophet 
                                 By: Anonymous
The roses he bought, I laughed as he paid
Arrogance is his odor, claiming to be self made
But the world he lives in, it's all plain to see
How are you self made? What about Daddy?
You worked for what, comparing me to you?
Oh, so sad, so sad, it's just not true
Yet your wife so ignorant believes this bliss
And with the rolling of her eyes, my presence she'll dismiss
But little does she know that I chuckle as I cry
Even though she betrays, I cannot deny
The truth about you, and what you are
Of course, you've got it all, the house, the car
The money, the this, the knife you put in
But actually, it feels good, as now I will grin
Now, I laugh, at this little red devil
Clearly, fool, you're not on my level
You ridicule, joke, make fun of, for funs sake
But can you, and wifey enjoy it as you take?
So sad, as I know you dish out and lie
So now I'm calling bullshit, this I can't deny
Comparisons are unhealthy, but since you did here I stand
With careers not handed to me, a real self made man
So sit, sip the cocktails, laugh, and look down
But in the end, my so called friend, you and she are the real clowns




 

Soul in such pain

By: Anonymous

A manic state of utter depression makes them smile

As I seep deep into the pit, where they want me to be

Clearly, not seeing their own blunders

But celebrating their perfection as I am the inferior

Yet, do they not see?

Do they not know?

A touch down, a pen, what’s the difference

Still, the time has come

No more diplomacy

Just utter avoidance, and a spirit of ferocity

Exactly what they deserve for sins of destruction towards this being

No more chances, just actions

Actions, from which it will be released

That which needs to be, and that which is

Their truth, my reality, an honest difference in perception

 

 

 

 

Ego

By: Anonymous

This shall be short

For your victories are short

If you can even call them victories

For I know your truth

It’s all lies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Face to Control

By: Anonymous

Is it you, or is it her?

Is it help, or control?

Hinder, help, or harm?

These, these things I don’t know

As all I know is simple

The child is splendid

But still I wish

I wish for you to leave my being to that which created it

Not, not, to your destructive ways

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Questioning it

By: Anonymous

Secretly a monster this I know

For my mind, and soul, they tell me so

You’ve followed me deeply, deceptions so real

An innocent little girl, no, that’s unreal

A demon, a mirror, a gateway to pain

Through sorrow, suffering, all to make me insane

You have the child, and him, it’s all plain to see

But why, cause of your Daddy, do you follow me

A father figure you seek, but you’re a molester at heart

Does he know as I know, that you, you’re smart

But in the end, it’s true; your evil will not reign

So continue if you wish, but you will be driven insane

You know what I’ve been through, you’ve stalked all along

Just remember when you’re burning, lies aren’t that strong

So you’re victimization, you’re ways, and stinger you possess

They will all drive you too madness, as you have remained obsessed

So into the haunting nightmares, the feelings, and the life you’ve denied

You will be no more, I will destroy you, and I will not be denied

 

Thus I know

By: J.Peter King

Letting out the evil, suffocating no more

Showing you where to go, showing you your door

I am free now, but I know, not at peace from within

As I will admit to the Lord, the confession, my sin

A confusing world of Christ, as I declare not perfection

Yet many boost of their righteousness, a lie backed with affection

Do they see not what I know, that you can’t lie to the creator

For people may believe it, but his knowledge is greater

He will know, as he already does, when, where, and how

And I will sob as I confess, I confess, just how

I’ll confess my rise, and I’ll confess my fall

I’ll confess everything, why I no longer stand tall

A mere mortal I am, I won’t lie to his face

For even with as many sins as I, I believe in God’s grace

His goodness, his truth, I’m not perfect when I pray

But I despise those who lie, in every single way

A public image of faith, a Christian in their eyes

They praise your wisdom, but in truth it’s all lies

 A hypocrite I can be, of this, and a lot

But I will not lie to the creator, and pretend to be something I’m not

So hold your deceptions tightly, as the day before Sunday was filled with lust

Hold them, and then open your hand, they’ve all turned to dust

So thus, let it be said, what the Lord can only say

He is the alpha, the omega, and I am imperfect on Judgment Day

But I know that it’s true, as you condemn and you conflict

Enjoy it, laugh upon them, but one day he’ll see it fit

In his decision to make, of every soul of every land

But I urge you in your ignorance, to beg him; take me as I am

 

 

 

 

 

Every Rose has its thorn

 

By: J. Peter King

 

You claimed to care, at least you said so

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Telling Jack to his face, that you’d never let go

 

 

 He was freezing, so cold, so bitter so damp

 

 

 But you didn’t care, you heartless tramp

 

 

 It was all kinky thrills on the ship that would sink

 

 

 He thought it’d last forever, as his hands turned pink

 

 

 Shivering in the water, as you tell him to hold on

 

 

 Come on baby, we knew all along

 

 

 You weren’t really into him you never had his back

 

 

 You were just a rich girl, getting your thrills from this Jack

 

 

 You were brought up better, or so it should

 

 

 But you wanted to have fun with a boy from the hood

 

 

 Homeless, good looks, baby please

 

 

 I bet, when you kissed him, you secretly checked for fleas

 

 

 But what does it matter now as its plain to see

 

 

 Jack is now food for the ice cold fishes

 

 

Let this be a lesson, to you boys from the block

 

 

 Don’t be blinded by her beauty, her bling her rocks

 

 

 Instead run, run as fast as you can

 

 

Hide behind a dumpster, or the nearest trash can

 

 

 Take my advice, or discard it, do whatever you think

 

 

 But beware, be warned cause like Jack you could sink

 

 

 And as for you Rose, your day will soon come

 

 

 These boys who live under bridges, they’re not dumb

 

 

 Go ahead and chuckle, as you carelessly let go

 

 

 Cause even with those fancy clothes, you’re still a silly ho

 

 

 And alas as I end all I can say is this

 

 

 Enjoy the heart of the ocean, cause there’s no heart in you bitch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cherry Ruby

By Anonymous

Mystically shining deep in the sun

The ruins, the lengths that people will go to possess it

Yet they don’t understand what it truly means

They don’t know the rights, the feelings, and their emptiness

Their emptiness, our emptiness, the world’s emptiness

Yet, we all seek it out

We all have to in some ways, but in others we have questions

Questions, that’s all I have

Questions, as I remain in wondering

Wondering, who I am, why I am, and what it is, as we remain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Self in this state

By Anonymous

When days become this, or just that

When evil hurts, reigns, destroys, and thus

Lies mount, liars kill, till they deceive

As pain floods, hopelessness builds, and I remain

Remain wondering, numb, fighting, and trying

It is my future, my past, my haunting, and everything

What can I say, it’s just life

I try, but fail, I win, but never, as there lives seal my doom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Claw

By Anonymous

Light in the darkness

We all have a purpose, uniqueness, a gift, but wait

Why do they constantly pressure our beings?

Why are they right as innocence is cancelled out?

Who am I that he would feel my pain?

I know not as I crawl each day

Crawl to the top go from the bottom, or whatever

I must continue in spite

In spite of the collapse of my being, I will never stop

 

 

                                            Rocks                                 
                                    By: J.Peter King
Multiple meanings, yet it shouldn't be this complex
They lay amongst
Amongst the dirt, the gravel
But still there is more this
More to it as they shine on people's fingers
As they are sold on the street corners in desperation
And as they glisten as they sink deeper into the ocean
Rocks, a simple word, that can bring life, death, and in between
Rocks, let your imagination create the beauty, or the chaos of them







                                   International
                                  By: Anonymous
What exactly does that mean anyways?
What if you never move or wander outside of your being?
I often think we can travel without moving
We can live without stepping on the mode
The mode of whatever it is that takes us there
Isn't this the truth, and if not what is
This I wonder, as I dare not leave, unless I already did                                       

Closest

By: Anonymous

If I don’t want to feel, do I have to?

To get close, to yearn, to breathe

To ever know what love is again

To ever feel to ever know what love is in the first place

No, no, I simply cannot

I simply cannot draw upon something

Something that has brought me so much pain

So much sorrow, so much in time

So much time taken, hurt, and used

It is simple

I cannot

It is said
By Anonymous

Spoken word, an expression of ones self

The core of the being releasing, so it can breathe

Making its presence felt, and being heard, it will

It is the reason so many will never give up

So many will follow in the example of expression

So many as they realize there potential, and nourish their being

 

Definition
By: J. Peter King

What is it in life that becomes of our being?

As our souls seek answers, we cannot find

We know nothing, yet we know everything

Wearing many labels, we feel, and we know

We feel that some are appropriate

We know that many are painful

Yet, in the end, it all depends upon who we are

Who we are in the midst of ourselves

Who we are in the midst of our feelings

This is our true definition

    







                                          Such is this
                                       By: J. Peter King

I know that our lives can deal us a hand
That we don't always think, could ever be grand
But what do we do, out of desperation
But hold onto optimism, the greatest creation
In hopes of knowing, the meaning of worth
In hopes of victory, and feelings of rebirth
We will, we can win, it all sounds cliche
But I know it's not, on this, and every given day
Fighting, not an option, but instead do not die
Hold on to that light, never say goodbye
And by doing so alas, you will know the truth
Have hope, have hope, you never did lose



                                       Wander Wonder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By: Anonymous

 

Looking back, I chose not to

But how can I not after all that?

After all that, how am I, or how are we still here?

But did you see it all?

Do you understand what it meant?

The pain, the madness, the everything

Nonetheless, here I am

Day to day, month to month

Living, living in shock, and in pain

Hoping for relief as I wander and wonder

 

Says Life

 

By: Anonymous

Everything is anything and here's what I say

Let's rock it up in a major way

We can't change the pains as we feel such sorrow

We can't know anything, we can't see tomorrow

But what I do know is simple, what I do know is this

Running away, you will not steal this bliss

This eternal fire, the burning to be

I am whole, human, talented, I am set free

Of your ways, and your pains, your hurt and devastation

No longer will I live, with this spiritual molestation

But instead, you will walk, and continue your lust

To hurt, to lie, to do what you must

But these are children being hurt, human lives are not toys

Yet, you could careless, my words to you, simply noise

So go, go, and remember the truth

You can destroy innocence, but I've got the proof

Live life hurting, but in the end at large

You're destructive, so evil, and thus, guilty as charged

 

 

River Leaf

 

By: Anonymous

 

A change within, a soul so near

 

As life becomes more unclear

 

To be left to self, what is that?

 

So unclear through pain, as they chat

 

They wonder, they wonder, what’s going on?

 

How can they play with people’s life, how do I stay strong?

 

Yet lose no faith, as I do know this

 

I am one, I am whole, I am bliss

 

That is because, I will carry on

 

And live a life, a life where it’s gone

 

But does it ever leave, what do I know?

 

The pain, the pain, in my soul it does show?

                                          



                             


                                   Blessings 

                               By: Anonymous


Counting them all, it’s so plain to see

After all that you’ve done, to thine and thee

The existence means nothing I know not who you are

You’re evil, wretched, despicable, by far

Remember, what it is, and how it’s plain to see

You’re life it’s nothing, you never knew me

You judged what you didn’t know, and you destroy with lies

It must be fun, to live a life where you make others scream and cry

So remember what you are on the inside, and the pain, and the stress

I look back and I spit on your faces, not happy, nor blessed 

                                                     




                                   



                                   Devastation 

                                                   By: Anonymous

What drives the pain, the hurt caused by man?

Are we not designed for something greater, another type of plan?

Why do we do this, don’t we care anymore?

Who am I but a hypocrite, yet I must shut the door

I tried everything, I know, I really truly did

But it was nothing but pain as they tried to get rid

Of happiness and joy, of thoughts of peace and love

You know nothing of what you say; you know nothing of what’s above

Your defenses for evil, monsters, vultures, and demons

Yet all I know, in the end, you won’t win

So here I sit to tell you, as you plot in the night

Never again, will you steal my light

My thunder, my drive, my goals, my ambition

Take back your guilt, be the victims of your affliction

Reopening the wounds, hope the blood was worth it all

Just remember the truth, and remember you will fall










                                                                Over This 

                                                            By: Anonymous              

Stress as many know it is filled with pain and sorrow

But sometimes can be good, in hopes for tomorrow

We can overcome and sharpen our minds

Although it is true, the world, unkind

Yet the statement unclear, the aches within

How, or what does it mean to even win?

I say it’s strides as we our on our own paths

Each day to survive, find happiness, we last

So don’t allow the pain, or the put downs of the dumb

Remember as I say, you shall overcome  




                                                          Untitled

                                                    By: Walter Pitcel

Gazing into the future

Yet remembering the past

Claiming now is the time

Resolutions from reflections

Reflections from memories

Memories for the future

In making new vows                                                   






                                                  This reflects 
                       
                               By: Anonymous


An emotional bearing on my soul inside

As I live each moment wanting to hide

No longer in happiness, and who is to blame

As they want to live each day in shame

My life they ponder, they look and frown

How to live, how to move, when you want to fall down

Still hope remains, supreme in my heart

As they wonder, through blunders, where to start

How should I live, and fulfill all needs

As I am sorted out in the midst, in the midst of weeds

A man unspoken, embarrassed by his own Now, I must remain, broken and alone








                                                              Untitled
                                      
                                     By: Walter Pitcel         
                                                               


Everything's Cold

Where is Summer?

Frozen inside

Life fades away

With out warm kisses

Wait I must

Till she kisses again 







                                             Untitled 
                                        
                                      By: Walter Pitcel

Tolls of Time

Tolls of Death

Ringing in Darkness

Calling Reality

Remember Remember

Tolls of the Bells








                                                            









                                                          Untitled
                                   
                                 By: Alex Arevalo

To just call you beautiful seems like a lie

Because your beyond more than what I can describe

The feel of your touch

The sound of your voice makes me feel like loving you is barely a choice

Being with you feels like I have opened a new door,

And when I’m with you, you give me this feeling I've never felt before

You are like a drug that I cannot resist

It feels like you knock me off my feet with just a kiss

Although we may face some problems along the way

Right by your side is where I plan to stay

 

                                                                    
                                                                



 
            




                                         Untitled 

                                       By: Walter Pitcel                                                     


Her Beauty Captivates me,

Her Eyes Dazzle me,

Her Voice Soothes me,

Her Smile Touches me,

Her Touch Warms me,

           She is Jaclyn




                                                                  Untitled  
 
                                         By: Walter Pitcel


My love is a confession

Which has been shattered

And scattered in time

The pieces never to be collected

But they are not needed For you have returned to dust

But in need of nothing am I

For I am Father Time











                                             Untitled 

                                                               By: Walter Pitcel


Drums in the deep

Ever growing stronger

Beating life’s rhythm

Telling times tale

Forever beating

The Heart is 



                                      






                                          Untitled 

                                                       By: Walter Pitcel

Flies the Eagle

Master of the skies

On wings of rhythm

Riding on winds

Perceiver time

Forever in the sky    







                                       We Are 
                                                    By: J. Peter King
Sure many of us have them

A family or a place with people to call our own

Still I must make a statement

A statement about the family without the blood 

You know what I’m talking about 

They laugh, hurt, and feel what you feel

An extended bunch with hearts and souls that are connected

A blessing, a curse, but still we love one another

With or without the drama, we are our own

We need one another, some more than others

And yes, through it all, we love, or at least...

We try                                                     





                                    HUMANITARIAN 
                                                        By: Emily Kacir

Maybe the key to the Continuation of humanity Is hiding within me.

And I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to end this hatred and destruction.

See, I have told you?

Told you it was the key.

And we’re moving like there’s nothing else; no war, no death, and hell is just a children’s myth.

I see myself inside your eyes I am free.

This is what our founders died for.

Their flags bloody and torn.

This is what we’ve been searching for.

Why man is always fighting war.
 
There’s a war being fought inside with explosions and screams and violence.


I might be close to tears right now, but I think that’s good instead of bad.

And you stop. 

Here I was thinking, you’d been an atheist all these years.

And for me I hold the answer. 

And that’s just not right. 

War does crazy things to men.

Women put their heels on to raise their status high.

Men like to compensate so their buildings touch the sky.

But my heels make me trip and fall, and your buildings Crumble Down.

And here are man and woman lying on the ground. 

It’s raining, but they walk this earth.

Feet pound the pavement hard.

But at least there’s no pretending.

You want to pillage? Or maybe plunder? Want to claim my beings territory as your own? 

Yes I’m a liberal and you sure as hell are your own.

But fuck me, you like it when my ideals aren't free.

Red lights flicker through the window.

They pulse to the rhythm of this town.

Ecriver l’infame.

We’re starting a revolution, but I can’t see right now, explosions blind me. 

Like your life is in the balance, I think I hear our worlds colliding.

I don’t want to think right now, but I found a way to fill the emptiness in my world.

I’m a humanitarian at heart.












                                    Count me in 
                                  By: J. Peter King

Life a rather passionate and interesting thing

However, in some cases, we can and do lose focus

Our hopes, dreams, thoughts, fears, and worries

They all add up, and can overwhelm ones being

Yet, if we decide that we will not be sluggish

If we decide that yes even at that age we can earn a Bachelors degree and work full time

A decision is made that we can help that lost soul, or wounded individual

Without sounding preachy, all that is said is only for the good of all of us

Avoid words such as; no, or quit, or even loser

Because regardless of ranking we have all won in some way After all we are here, now, alive!

Let that be the message, and may it spread all over

To never lose sight, hope, or focus

As now, we have won, and if not We shall win because we are a society of winners

The choice between hope and despair is simple, because despair is not an option!








                                                  Crazy Pets 

                                              By: J.Peter King

They say in life, it’s best not to live in denial

But I say what’s wrong with having a pet crocodile?

As I wake up in the morning the bird singing on a twig I’d be even more excited to play in the mud with a pig

But wait there is more I won’t stay in suspense any later

As I get my exercise from wrestling with the alligator

So many goofy options, my imagination will unlock

I’d love to go to school with a feathery peacock

Or perhaps, yes, or maybe even no

I’d always feel safe near a friendly hippo

Alas I have to come to figure out this and that
 
As I sleep so soundly, nestled in with the bats