The little Photoshop of Horrors.
There is a little corner in a sepia coloured shop
that hides a silhouette inside the grain,
A sobbing child is briskly making headway with her mop
as countless customers insist on dragging in the rain.
They only see the shopkeeper, his wares upon the shelves
and hope to see no more than what they need.
Like most, they've no desire to see much farther than themselves.
Like most, they don't associate this blinkered trait with greed.
I scanned this ancient photograph, which I had thought so quaint.
Not knowing, seeing, sensing what it hid.
When lightening the contrast, saw a face, at first so faint.
But sharpening the focus was the worst thing that I did.
You see, two hundred years or so had covered o'er the cracks
that now creep through my family's history.
The chains and shackles on such children, birch scars on their backs.
Some times we don't like what we see, when software solves the mystery.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Covered In Rain
These days, with the world getting colder,
She spends more time sleeping over
Than I planned.
Tonight were gonna order in,
Drinking wine and watch some cnn.
Its dark I know but then again
Its the brightest thing I got
When Im covered in rain
When Im covered in rain, rain, rain, rain
No, I am covered in rain, rain
Firewoods to fire places
Summer snow and fallen places
Now were people watching other people, people watching you and i
Standing by the missing signs at the cvs by the checkout line
Put your tiny hands in mine
Cause your the brightest thing I got
When youre covered in rain
Cause Im covered in rain
Cause Im covered in rain
No Im covered in rain
And its alright
If you dont want to go on
And its alright
If you dont want to be alone
And its alright
If you dont want to go home
Come december lydia left
Mentioned something about it being for the best
And I cant say I disagree
Now Im standing facing west
Tracing my fingers round a silhouette
I havent gotten used to yet
But its the brightest thing I got
And Im covered in rain
Cus Im covered in rain
Cus Im covered in rain
You and me and everyone, covered in rain
song performed by by John Mayer
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Sea-Shell Shope
She sells those sea shells
Along the sea shore
Cheaper than the sea shells
At the sea-shell store.
It's a shop-keeping nation
In a shop-keeping world.
Shopkeeper, Shopkeeper
What will you do
When all of your neighbors
Are shopkeepers too?
poem by Adeline Foster
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My Life
Since i was 10 years old ive had things thrown in my face and ripped away.
Ive thought about suicide everyday.
I've had no one to understand who i really am.
Ive been in nothing but traffic jams.
Ive been pushed around by the people i thought i loved.
ive been kicked down from above.
ive had my only father stolen from me.
I cried and screamed hoping someone would hear my call.
knowing no one was coming at all.
I go through life knowing im not at all normal.
knowing im different then anyone could ever be.
I tried being a rebel just to fit in
Not knowing what i was doing hurt me deep within.
Ive been alone with no one to hold me and take the pain away.
Ive been the kid that every one tried to pity but i woulndt let them.
i made it through so far no idea how.
All i know is what i got now.
Ive got scars and battle wounds from countless times of battling for the lease of my own life.
Ive got hidden tormment and pain that no one can see.
Iv got nothng but grief and strife.
Ive got a fading soul from constant reoccuring tradgedies.
I'll keep marching and hold my head high.
I'll let my dreams and hopes soar to the sky.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Greed
“Greed”
GREED
IT IS SUCH A TERRIBLE THING
HEARTS IT TEARS AND MAKES THEM BLEED
AT TIMES IT BURNS SO BAD WHAT A STING
SO MUCH EVIL IT NEVER LEADS TO A GOOD DEED
GREED SUCH A VICIOUS THING
GREED
IT DESTROYS MARRIGES AND LIFES
IT DESTROYS WHAT WE WORK SO HARD TO EARN
IN CASES LEAVING MEN WITHOUT WIFES
BUT YET WE NEVER LEARN
TRUE TOO WIFES WITHOUT MEN
THE WORST PAIN UNDER THIS HAT
ARE CHILDREN THAT STAY WITH NONE OF THEM
SO UNDERSTAND WHAT A BAD BREED
THIS MONSTER IS, THIS MONSTER THAT
WE OFTEN CALL GREED
GREED
IT MAKES FREINDS INTO FOES
IT TURNS BROTHERS AGAINST BROTHERS
IT BRINGS SO MUCH WOES
IT TURNS MOTHERS AGAINST FATHERS
AND STILL WE DONT CONTROL THE NEED
AND TRY AND GET RID OF THIS BEAST
THIS BEAST WE CALL GREED
GREED
IT LEAVES FAMILIES HOMELESS
AND CHILDREN WITHOUT HOPES AND DREAMS
IT MAKES ALL FEEL LIKE SO MUCH LESS
IT BREAKS HEARTS AND MANY TEAMS
THIS TEAMS THAT AT MANY TIMES
WERE BEATIFUL AND HAPPY FAMILIES
BUT DUE TO GREED, FELL FOR THEIR CRIMES
SUCH A BAD CREATURE THAT LIKES TO FEED
ON THE HORRIBLE AND TRAGIC
FOOD WE CALL GREED.
SO PLEASE UNITE AND PRAY
THAT YOU CAN HAVE THE MAGIC
AND HOPE YOU’LL NEVER SEE THE DAY
THAT YOU BECOME THIS THING
CALLED GREED.
GOD BLESS.
MARTIN JAIME GONZALEZ
poem by Martin Gonzalez
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Keep It Focused
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From a past.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Even yesterday,
May be too late.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From your past!
Keep it focused,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus.
Keep it focused.
And don't get caught up dragging,
Lugging baggage from your past.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Prologue
Chronicle of The House of Maltus
In the corner of history you were there
watching the broken shadow of the air
cast by the light- from the uncertain future
of the recorded fate clothe of horror
In the corner of history- they
people of strange tongue and of ancient way
pale skinned creatures: silent in the day,
at night they with sharp and penetrating eye
In the corner of history- was a sight
the undying old between day and night
-he was un-earthed master of the tomb- the knight
and, -she was, in the womb of the lord's might
In the corner of history- still is
the great ancestors buried to the chest of bliss
lords and ladies- the royal blood of the fathers
warriors and servants- the welcomed guests
In the corner of history- I am
-the last of them, wise and valiant half man
-hundred years and more; I am the to and the from
-their birth, their death in my heart precious so warm
In the corner of history- the face and the name
of the creature cursed by them
man they are all the same
consumed by their malice they named us villain
In the corner of history- I, vanished
left the cruel world created by mans' heart
doomed by their own malice, their hatred
to my own kind- the sons and daughters of god
In the corner of history- I found
at last the heaven for us, above the sand
were memories from the past un-harmed
by the filthy beast: man, and their kind
Note:
Book the first, The Prologue
From the tradition of the “vamperas”- the story of Maltus.
(vamperas- equivalent to vampire; Maltus- character
appeared in the author's dream)
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Hear Sound Of Bread Seller
Hear song of approaching bread seller
music theme familiar to sell his wares
music to announce his approach teller
music to advertise his meal time wares
but speed racer is far to mobile to purchase last
on his bike he pauses not free cycling rapidly past
down hill in front of customer houses far too fast
his chance of customer sales daily speeds on past
he is a simple Simon selling not his wares
upon this street all his potential customers
cannot catch his corner soon turned retreat
such a salesman swift young foolish athlete
around the corner customers may gather
as up hill he must energy traverse pass slower
but his sales are constantly customer fewer
other salesmen daily pass downhill slow wiser
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
Outside
Outside reflects the worst of styles
Outside
Inside when youre in my arms
A mindless child is still to be borne
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside the politics of greed
Outside
Outside misbehavior seethes
Outside
Mindless repression dominates the street
While I kneel down and kiss your feet
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside
Outside they dont think they breed
Outside
Outside emotion determines need
Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
That we could bring to life in your arms
Inside, baby, when we come inside
Outside the politics of hate an greed
Outside
Outside the worlds a mindless child
Outside
But when I hold you in my arms
Its a mindless child that you want
Inside, no matter bout the world outside
Inside, a babys what you want inside
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Feelin Down Farther
Tom johnston
Well, the sun is shinin
A new day is here
All the people smilin
And the sky is clear
Not an hour wasted will I share with you
Got to keep lovin, mama
No matter what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Jesus, hear me
When I sing out loud
The echoes of my gladness
Fall upon the crowd
I dont care for sadness
And I dont need fear
I hope they finally realize
That the feelin is near
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Givin and receivin
Are all I know
Some of you will find it
And youll probbly let it show
Only one thing that I know to be true
Every day is different, mama
And so are you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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We also had good software in the key categories and more focus on the gameplaying capability, so more of the marketing effort was targeted at game customers.
quote by Trip Hawkins
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We Are The Children Of The World
(p. castro/m.a. kelly)
Waiting on the wings
On the wings of time
Wonder whats to come
And what we will find
Dancing on a dream
In the magic of our mind
Reaching for the sun
As long as it shines
Living day to day
While were on our way
Well find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
Underneath the blue
In a solitary light
Guiding by a star
A star in the night
The enemy we see
Is the enemy inside
Knowing we can win
Without knowing why
Wed be lost in hope
While we search for more
We find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
How many times do we look to the sky
Knowing weve nothing to lose
We are the children who wanted to fly
Now we can fly to the moon
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
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To The Rock That Will Be A Cornerstone Of The House
Old garden of grayish and ochre lichen,
How long a rime since the brown people who have vanished from
here
Built fires beside you and nestled by you
Out of the ranging sea-wind? A hundred years, two hundred,
You have been dissevered from humanity
And only known the stubble squirrels and the headland rabbits,
Or the long-fetlocked plowhorses
Breaking the hilltop in December, sea-gulls following,
Screaming in the black furrow; no one
Touched you with love, the gray hawk and the red hawk touched
you
Where now my hand lies. So I have brought you
Wine and white milk and honey for the hundred years of famine
And the hundred cold ages of sea-wind.
I did not dream the taste of wine could bind with granite,
Nor honey and milk please you; but sweetly
They mingle down the storm-worn cracks among the mosses,
Interpenetrating the silent
Wing-prints of ancient weathers long at peace, and the older
Scars of primal fire, and the stone
Endurance that is waiting millions of years to carry
A corner of the house, this also destined.
Lend me the stone strength of the past and I will lend you
The wings of the future, for I have them.
How dear you will be to me when I too grow old, old comrade.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Shopping
A shop is of beauty, as a greater building
Of worth and gifts, the plenty of grouping.
We save our money and spend our glory,
The very riding of the vehicle is sorry.
Once the building is complete and complete,
It designed our life as we see fit with our feet.
Us, the customers, shall glorify you,
A shopkeeper is against the very zoo.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Were History
You look to me for some outstanding meaning
You got the devil in your eyes and nothing in your soul
If you think Im gonna sell myself, then you must be dreaming
Theres no way, Im gonna fall into your hole
You never seem to help me when Im bleeding
You gotta knife for a tongue and youre tearing at my heart
I thought you were a friend, but in truth you never liked me
You lied and cheated us from the start
You are wrong, love doesnt last forever
Youre nothing new there is no mystery
Now youre gone you thought you were so clever
You and me are now history, were history...
Solo
I dont like your face
I dont like your eyes
I dont like your lips, I hate your lies
This times the last time its goodbye time
You are wrong, love doesnt last forever
Youre nothing new there is no mystery
Now youre gone you thought you were so clever
You and me are now history, were history...
Were history, were history
I dont need you and I dont care
Were history, were history...
song performed by by U. D. O.
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The Eyes of Greed
We moved ahead, one thing on our mind,
Though I was sure we were unalike,
Although our goal remained the same,
I saw us as two, as seperate as can be,
A bright awakening, a glimpse of our desire,
Light danced around us, illuminating our path,
His eyes flashed violently, a sure sign of his intentions,
Ignorant, I progressed, supressing the doubt in my mind,
And there it was, so radiant, so pure,
It called out to us, tempting our desire,
The sound of longing, seduction, that of greed,
It yearned to be found, to be used, to consume,
A shadow crossed his face,
His veil was removed,
I looked into his eyes and saw it, my fears confirmed,
The selfish desire of greed,
It was then I realised what I had done, but too late,
As soon as it was over I wondered,
Was I any better? Did I deserve my fate?
Were we so different? So unalike?
Or was it unescapable? A trait among all people?
To not resist, but embrace our nature,
To be veiled, blind and ignorant, until it is too late,
When we are overcome by greed.
Written In Human Blood
i heard you crying...
i dont know your name....
i can almost see your face,
can feel the warmth of your tears.
i felt your hunger,
twisting at my gut,
sharpening my stony glance,
and the set of my jaw.
i was driven by your lostness,
walking forever going nowhere.
with no beginning and no end,
no country, and no home.
i was angered by your scars,
could name each and every bruise.
i walked inside your chains,
in the darkness of the fog....
yet i found that still small light,
the fire that cannot be quenched.
the book of freedom in your soul....
written in human blood.....
yours, and mine!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heredity
I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.
The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance -- that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die
poem by Thomas Hardy
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My Parents vs my brothers and sisters
I read all these poems and I don't understand,
They all say family is there for you first at hand,
Its different for mine and this I know,
My family isn't a family that is what they show,
I always thought family comes first,
But in our times of need they are the worst,
Always making excuses and lies,
Blaming it on us trying to get a rise,
They don't see it or just don't care,
They've turned their own kids against them that's rare,
They look the other way when things get rough,
While we comfort each other when things get tough,
Thank God for my Brothers and Sisters too,
If it wasn't for them I don't know what I would do,
They give me hope and give me love,
Something a Mother and Father should have done,
Don't get me wrong I love them a lot
I just wish they would've gave parenting a shot,
Maybe one day they will understand,
What we've gone through first at hand.
poem by Felicia Roberts
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Kiss Her Photograph
Her eyes confide to me
Inexplicable mystery,
Like time travelling
Through the corridors of history
To discover an ancient goddess unseen before,
Something wonderfully simple-hearted
But also exuding pride and contempt.
Did she understand
What I meant
When I told her
I could kiss
Her photograph?
The joyous vicarious experience
Of touching her face in a dream!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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