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Imelda's Fall

the rooms of the old house in olot
closed, the sound of the sea so deafening
her blind masseur still comes here often
perhaps reminiscing always the past,

the indonesian goddess by the gate is headless
another god of the sea lost his left hand
the ex-president comes here using the people's submarine
as she dances the night away with her fourteen ladies

the Sto Nino inside a man-made cave lost his right eye
on another corner, stands St. Joseph with only one hand
the grandeur is lost
this place
there is nothing spectacular now
except the contempt
of power and abuse of people's trust
power is temporary

a bad memory lasts for a lifetime
she has fallen out of grace
everything in her room is locked
dusty,
only the rats and the cockroaches
now applaud her greatness

all her friends are gone
we do not know this place now
we are only reminded

and they always say
that the past need not be repeated
the sun sets finally
the orange hues are gone
and what comes next is the total darkness
of this place
once great
now in utter ruin

then we decided to move on
to the next place of our tourist destination

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nobody's Home

Well, I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you've left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah

song performed by by Avril Lavigne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lost To Find My Lot

Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve

poem by Olivia Braun
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There Is Nothing Wrong With Power

'Tis sad to think that many with power abuse it those with power who abuse it weak not strong
There is nothing wrong with having power in the first place it is the abuse of it that is all wrong
For the abuse of power leads to serious crimes against the powerless though power in good hands it is quite okay
And good people with power never do abuse it they use it in the most constructive way
Some people with power are quite benign people and philanthropic one of them can say
But those who abuse their power to the law may never answer though to karma there's a price they have to pay
The abuse of power leads to dictatorial regimes that leads to serious crimes against humanity
In the despicable crimes against women and children the wrongs of power gone wrong for all to see
The people who abuse their power should never have it though to their power they desperately do cling
Power in the right hands an adavantage to others and power in the wrong hands is a dangerous thing
There is nothing wrong with power from once 'tis used well but some with power they do abuse their rule
And some with power they can become quite nasty and derive pleasure out of being cruel
But power in the right hands can be a blessing and kind people with power their praise we ought sing
Since they have the gift of empathy within them and happiness to others they do bring.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Self Portrait

I can see this world in a different way- from this world I hid for many years.
Riding a ship towards some other galaxy,
Though only inside of my mind-
The rain would pour down upon the real world, and
In the mid winter the snow would fall, but
Lost in some other place in time, I only saw the sun.

I was a rare bird whose wings would carry me
High above the treetops, the mountains and
Even above the highest clouds,
Traveling far away from everybody and everything that was real.
Rain, sleet and hail would fall, though all I could see was a rainbow,
Glistening within the sky, high above the mountains-
I placed no trust in the people who walked upon the ground below,
Although it hardly mattered- I could always converse with those people
Who lived within the kingdom inside of my mind.

I would board a ship, its full sails to the wind,
Carrying me towards the world of my dreams-
Today I see the world in a different way-Now I see reality,
I see reality- hunger, war and people who threaten, and
All I can do is place my hands over my eyes, hoping to shut this cruel world out.

The ship I rode to some other place has been lost somewhere in the sky and
A rare bird, whose wings are now broken, I now see the world under a different light.
Somebody took me and locked me away last night and I have become
A prisoner inside of my own mind-upon that ship with fallen sails
I feel as if I am on a pathway headed towards nowhere-

I place my hands over my eyes. Attempting to hide from all that is real,
Unable to find peace of mind, unable to find my rainbow.
I find myself alone inside of an empty room, with no windows and a door that is locked-
I converse with the voices that speak to me inside of my mind-as
These, nobody can take them away from me and
They are all that is left of my dreams…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Can We Get Lost Together

Baby, can I get lost in you
Lost in your love;
Just us
Lost together?
Can I get lost in your smile
For just a little while?
The way you make me feel;
Just ohhh so real
Let's take the time;
Will you be mine?
Will you get lost in my heart;
Is this the beginning of a new start?
Lets let our souls bind together as
We find love;
Can I get lost in your trust;
Find my love, its a must;
Baby lets get lost together;
Lets run away to a place
where dreams come true
Lets get lost in a place
where there's just me and you
Baby take me to a place where the rivers flow
A place where nobody knows;
A place where we fall in love;
somewhere we only know of;
Baby lets get lost together;
I gave you the key;
Open my heart, baby what do you see?
Lets get lost;
Lets be free
Take me into your heart;
Lets get lost
Lets fly away,
with our hearts never apart
Baby, Can We Get Lost Together?

poem by Shelby Brockway
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I Dream of a Place Beyond

I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the bounds of this crumbling world.
A place where the sound of laughter lightens up the day
And the sound of falling tears lingers no more.

I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the shattering blast of lost hope
And the renewed spirit of life
Of peace and of restored trust.

I dream of a place beyond,
Beyond the decaying stench of lost life
Beyond the destruction of optimism.

I dream of a place beyond

I dream of home.

poem by Tiffny Rhodius
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My Safe Place

Drawings of seventy three people,
A map of the place where they all live,
I am amongst these people, and
I can hear them in conversation,
Although nobody who lives outside of this room can-
I have given this place a name- a self-fabricated name-
I have found happiness here
Within this world I call my own.
This is my safe place-
This place where skies are touched with clouds of pink and gray,
This place where all is quiet, except for the rushing sound
Of the clear water in the creek that runs through.
Here in this place where nobody cares
What time of day people go to sleep or what hour that they awaken-
This is the place where nobody ever gets angry or slights one another-
Here where we dance when it rains and
Where we laugh when the sun is shining over that creek,
But the sun never burns us.
I have locked the silver gate that exits to the world outside,
So that untrustworthy and belligerent people cannot enter-
This is what I have called my safe place, although
Some say it is dangerous in some sort of way.
Some say that it is dangerous to deny what is real, and
To live in a self formulated world,
Ignoring the lives of three billion people,
Feeling no empathy for those in pain and those fighting in wars out there-
While listening to voices that only I can hear or those I care to hear.
I feel that that world has not been kind to me and
There is so much out there that I fear and it is with great irony
That people are so fearful of my own unfamiliarity- although
To me people who live in this great earth outside of my safe place
Are just as foreign to me as I am to them- I must say that
If I were to continuously wear the key to that silver gate about my neck-
Keeping myself safe here amongst my made up community, I can
Live in my world and others live in theirs and we won't have to fear one another- as
Unfamiliarity is synonymous with danger to so many people.
The sun shall shine upon both places and everyone shall be safe, and
Nobody- not myself, my own special friends or
Those living in the world outside of here
Shall ever get burned…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Doors Are Locked

From inside of this room
I shall not exit
I have locked the doors
To the world outside.
It does not matter to me what is happening outside, because
Behind these locked doors
Is the world that I live in,
This land of my dreams that
I have fabricated for myself alone.
I recall my father recently reading me a story-
Of a woman who created a world within her dreams-
There she lived and locked herself
Inside of the doors that
Barred her from all that is real.
My father's hope was that
I would find my way out from
This place he called the land of my delusions.
This place which he calls the land of my delusions has become
My only veracity.
From the inside of this room
I shall not exit-it is here I safely converse with
The voices inside of my mind.
The doors to this room are locked, but
I can still hear my mother weeping, and
I hear my mother cry out from the midst of her tears-
What has become of my only child?
Inside of this room, I have constructed a world.
The doors are locked and
I have shut reality out-
The doors to my room are locked and
I have lost the key.
My mother is still weeping as her one and only
Has lost the key that would open the doors
To the world outside-
My mother is sobbing; the key is lost and alas-
Her only child's sanity has also been lost.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Nobody's Home

Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that
way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes
again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she
belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the
reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't
find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she
belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...

MEONLAFESTA

poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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A Way Of Life Professed

he is lost
he intends to be lost
in the crowd
he never
belongs
to anyone

he is lost
he loves to be lost
forever

he has no world
no place
to stay

he has no breasts to hold
and keep
him in place

so keeps on looking
somewhere
where he can have a place
where he
can stay put

he is not afraid to become
a stone
only if he can find
a home

there is no one
no place
and he learns it after
so many
fears and then

he begins to love
this feeling
got stuck to
being lost
as a way of life

professed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Lost, I need change

I'm lost in a darkness as dark as the night
but lighter then the stars above
I'm lost in a memory that once were
but now is gone far away
I'm lost in the sadness after the dark
but live my life with laughter
I'm lost in this world, so beautiful it is
but it takes my life from me
I'm lost in myself and so confused
that my heart is broken in two
It's dark, it's light
it's noon, it's night
everything is changing but me
I'm lost in a life so still and slow
that my heart stops beating soon
I'm lost in a town where my heart isn't placed
and without my heart I can't live
I need my life back,
I need to change,
I need to get out of here
I'm lost in this place where i don't belong
And if I stay my breathing will stop
Therefore I go
out into the world
to a place greater then here
There I am lost in a big new world
But my heart will be with me again

poem by Maria Thalmann
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The Demon Inside

I Lost
My war, my life, my being

I Lost
My color, my shine, my luster

I Lost
My white wings, my beauty, my queen

I Lost
My place, my power, my respect

I lost
and now I'm falling towards damnation

I lost
and now god has cast me down

I lost
and I will rise again
with the temptation of the apple...

poem by Blake Foxx
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What Is A Barn?

A barn is many things-

A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.

A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.

A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.

A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.

A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.

A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows

A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.

A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...

A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!

poem by Macy Dvirnak
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The Place

There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.

Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing...
The Place... is real.
It's way out there - it's everywhere...
It is ever within.
This Place... is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It's name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
'My child.'
It's to him we go.
It's for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place... home.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Child Dying

Unfriendly friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse,
And bid you so farewell.
That I can leave you, quite go out,
Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
My father says, is the miracle.

You are so great, and I so small:
I am nothing, you are all:
Being nothing, I can take this way.
Oh I need neither rise nor fall,
For when I do not move at all
I shall be out of all your day.

It's said some memory will remain
In the other place, grass in the rain,
Light on the land, sun on the sea,
A flitting grace, a phantom face,
But the world is out. There is not place
Where it and its ghost can ever be.

Father, father, I dread this air
Blown from the far side of despair
The cold cold corner. What house, what hold,
What hand is there? I look and see
Nothing-filled eternity,
And the great round world grows weak and old.

Hold my hand, oh hold it fast-
I am changing! - until at last
My hand in yours no more will change,
Though yours change on. You here, I there,
So hand in hand, twin-leafed despair -
I did not know death was so strange.

poem by Edwin Muir
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Memory Lane

This is the place
You end up when
You lose the chase
Where you're dragged against your will
From a basement on the hill
And all anybody knows is
You're not like them
They kick you in the head
And send you back to bed
Isolation pulled you past a tunnel to a
Bright world where you can make a place to stay
But everybody's scared of this place
They're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
The mayor's name is fear
His force patrols the pier
From a mountain of cliche
That advances everyday
The doctor spoke of cloud
He rained out loud
You'll keep the doors and windows shut
And swear
You'll never show a soul again
But isolation pushes you til every muscle aches
Down the only road it ever takes
But everybody's scared of this place
They're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
If it's your decision
To be open about yourself
Be careful or else
Be careful or else
I'm comfortable apart
It's all written on my chart
That I take what's given to me
Most cooperatively
I do what people say
And lie in bed all day
Absolutely horrified
I hope you're satisfied
Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt, and shame
To a place where sufferings just a game
But everybody's scared of this place
They're staying away
Your little house on memory lane
Your little house on memory lane

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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The subway home

Riding on the subway home
Some people on the phone
Some people ride alone
People who worked all day
Because of bills they need to pay
The homeless guy has no place to stay
He just looks for a place to lay
When we stop at the station
They all go their separate ways
Back to their homes back to their caves
Little left for them to save
military man looks so brave
he just got home from an overseas stay
Blind man stands and sways
Father jay sits and prays
Sometimes i wish there was another way
In a life that seems to decay
How i wish i could get away
To a peaceful place someday

poem by Joseph Whelan
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Two Worlds

Today is overcast- they say it will rain,
They said it would rain last night-
I was lost in thought when the thunder clapped-
Lightening brightened up the sky, though only for a moment-
Then darkness overtook the entire universe-
I am alone in my own world- that is my choice-
I see people everyday- outside of the world I was born in.
These people are strangers speaking a language I understand although
When words are put together in sentences- I cannot relate.
I am speaking of two worlds- one where millions live,
That unsafe, threatening place- and the world of my thoughts that I live in
Nearly all of the time- the one into which I surely believe
Is the one into which I was born, at the time, safe and sound.
Today is overcast- they say it shall rain-
They said it would rain last night, but when the raindrops
Splashed upon the edge of time, I was lost inside of that world of my own.
In that world of my own, where rain never falls,
In that world of my own, children are never born into.
Somebody stole me and brought me here- into the cruel and threatening place
Where millions of deranged and crazy people live-
Somehow, inside that world, I never fit in and
I feel I never belonged.
I would dance in the rain - the rain that they predicted-
I would dance and sing in this cruel world trying to cope until the sky would fall and
I would find myself in that sky, searching for the world into which I was born?
I am searching for always for that magical place that
Presently only exists inside the world of my thoughts.
Some years ago they took me and locked me inside a room they called 'Seclusion'-
A room dreaded by many to be locked inside-but I found peace of mind there,
If such a thing exists and in this room I could build my fantasies and dreams-
Until they released me back into that world that had not been kind to me.
Let it rain and let lightening strike-let the rain wash my tears away-
I guess I will keep dancing and singing in the rain until the sky falls or until
They take me away again and lock me in that room once more and there
I can lose myself into the world I created and listen to the rain fall as the sky falls-
While thunder claps- a beautiful sound that drowns out angry voices and
Lightening strikes, brightening a pathway where some day I dream,
I will find peace of mind without ever having to turn back time.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Did You Know

Did you know that love can grow any place where people go,
And I can tell by what I see that you have found a place with me.
The sun is high the day is new and
I have found a place with you.
Ev'ry place and ev'ry face casts a spell and leaves a trace,
With you in mind and with you near, the myth is gone, the past is clear
And here with scars of now and then so you and I begin again.
Did you know I've been searchin'? Did you know I've been blind?
Did you know I've been touchin' anything I could find?
Did you know that here below, moving where my feelings flow,
You live with me in time that's new, suspended in a love that's true
And far beyond the fatal noise and bathed in all life's simple joys.
Did you know that love can grow any place where people go,
And I can tell by what I see that you have found a place with me.

song performed by by Don McLean
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World can be wiped out

The inner soul can never lie.
Even when the black nights die
Encourage bright sun to arrive.
That shall face shine to revive

With blessings from God
Remains no tension, worry or load
Lord may help in our true endeavor
Save the dignity and value of honor

We are always grateful
Pray for to be successful
Bow head for peace and grace
Difficulties if that arrive in case

Trust on beautiful hands
That is meant for helping till the end
We have no vision inside
But certainly ask for vision to guide

Candle may light dimly
It may not have power of sun beam or likely
Yet that may take you to some distance
Until wind blows it off by chance

Wish for global happiness
We may not be lucky if that is lost in any case
We want people to survive from any kind of fear
We have lost patience for such painful memory to bear

Still people suffer World War II shocks
Now they lost all hopes and run out of stocks
Let those events be repeated or take place
To wipe out precious lives along with entire races

Are we meant for to be lost in such way?
Are we testing weapons of mass destruction to stay?
Is it not prelude for leading to self destruction?
We have turned deaf and want sophisticated induction

It is reveled "world can be wiped out many more times"
Still weapons will be left to exercise more for future times
Who will suggest and to whom is million rupees question
We, as poets, can hardly dream and present it with imagination

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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