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Wavering

I have peeled off my eyes.
Fear of unbeing creeps in,
genes were escaping.

The thin affair bends
under the burden of vague uncertainty.
A smoke rolls out from choking throat.

A word leaps high from wounded pride.
The author does not know the sting,
blames the ears.

Hails will strike when you open the door.
The past will question the future,
the anguish of infinity.

poem by Satish Verma
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The Question

Love, a question
has destroyed you.

I have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty.

I want you straight as
the sword or the road.

But you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that I do not want.

My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.

It is I, my love,
who knocks at your door.
It is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window.
I knock down the door:
I enter your life:
I come to live in your soul:
you cannot cope with me.

You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me.

Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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Together In A Dream

Deep in the night,
Far from fear,
Far from the past.
Just hear with you.

Right here in your arms,
This is where I want to be.
Far from memories,
Trapped in the present.

You make me beleive,
That happiness last forever.
Take me now,
In the mistery of the future.

Let this never end,
Hand in hand.
Forevermore together.
Never wanting this to end.

Light creeps up on my face,
My eyes open up.
Tears fill my eyes.
Such a beautiful dream...

poem by Mariah Simpson
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The Pain, The Anguish, The Fear

Inside of me
raining down
its everywhere
hurting me
blinding me
to myself
the pain, the anguish, the fear
they smother me
blocking out all thought
breeding misery
my only will
is to end it all
to stop the pain
the anguish, the fear
of them
I live afraid
of their next move
out of fear
I build a wall
to block myself
from them
I give everyone the illusion
of being inside but it is only
smoke and mirrors
sometimes fooling myself
into thinking it as well
the pain, the anguish, the fear
seep through the cracks
smother me
in a blanket of hate, anger and fear
they are killing me
slowly but surely
the pain, the anguish, the fear

poem by Austin Jones
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Sometimes

Sometimes,
The onions
Come to my rescue.
Sometimes, the
Choking on the food.
Sometimes, the smoke
From the firewood.

The tears in my eyes
Just wouldn’t stop
And I know the reason
Why.
But have to hide them
From my children.
If they ask me why,
I can’t tell them why.

Sometimes, hiding
Doesn’t work.
So if they see it,
They wonder why…
Then I tell them
Stories of how
Invisible particles
Prick my eyes.

So now, they just guess
It could be the onions,
The smoke, the particles
Or the choking that plagues
Mummy sometimes,
Don’t know why…

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Drive

Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I cant help but ask myself how much Ill let the fear take the wheel and steer
Its driven me before, it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
Lately Im beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings, Ill be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, Ill be there, Ill be there
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive, oh oh
Its driven me before, it seems to be the way
That everyone else get around
Lately, Im beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found
Whatever tomorrow brings, Ill be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, Ill be there, Ill be there
Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive
Whatever tomorrow brings, Ill be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, Ill be there, Ill be there

song performed by by Incubus
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You Should Have Finished His Unfinished Poem

the poem was panting
when he left it, it was wounded and blood
flowed from the veins
of its own words
the poem was choking
and you pity it
on its last breath
it was saying
i know you did not love me
but i still love you

you should have saved the poem
at least from the
death he himself inflicted

by finishing it because
if you don't
you know what i can do
under said circumstances

i'll have to finish it myself,
i will put

the question mark
and it will always be
open and endless

in fact, with a question
as an ending
that poem becomes
a line
ad aeternum like a star on its
journey,

never ending

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Features of the Future

I'm closer to the future
Than I was yesterday.
The highway of the future
Is in each break of day.
I frame my future
By the decisions I make.
I encounter the future
If diligent steps I take.
Plans for the future
I made in the past.
Today I face the future
Yet it won't last.
Depending on the future
Is so inefficient.
Because the so-called future
Is vague and transcient!
'you'll live well in the future
if the present is well lived! ! '

poem by Robert Reuben
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Dancing with Fear

Tis very hard to face what is frightening
But call to fears to dance.
When you face fear itself
It is no where to be found.

Fear can never survive total
Meeting with consciousness.
When it arises to the surface,
The implulse is to overcome.

Invite fear when it comes,
Fear is only powerful when escaping.
So call to fear,
Where are you? Open the door and let it in.

Fear can lead to isolation and separation,
So just call out 'Dance with me! '
Fear no longer exists,
and we are free.

poem by Carolyn Marie Taylor
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Ex-Whore

I'm a miserably predictable
Broken, sticked-up doll.
My dress is torn, my hair matted
And one arm dangles at my side.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
I used to be pretty, you know
Before I got so old, before I became disposable.
They used to look at me and smile
I was theirs for a while.
My wounded pride, my wounded pride.
Too old for the job,
No one pays to keep a rag.
I'm a doll, a broken doll,
Wishing I didn't fall.

poem by Ana Podarevska
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Answer Me That

There
just so,
just beyond
the shadow.

I saw it-
a single sprite-
dashing,
hiding
effervescent.

Running quickly
I can just glimpse
it rounding
the enclosement
threatening
to break out
and be gone
to Futurement
escaping
from me here Now-

gone away
from my pursuit
abandoning
Me to Me
and my meager light
in this Now..

Always the chase
always the escape
always the Sprite
hauls away to the Future
never being captured
in this,
the Now.

How my nourishment-
will
my Future be
if I am starved of it
in my current Now?

How born
is Dread
in this Now
because of this?

I cannot be
or become the Future Tense
if I have no Now.

Also, I can have no Future
if I had not been born.

My past then
is essential
obviously,
to both my Future and
my Now-
all these
seem to be in the Mix.

Somebody tell me this:
If I am
or feel like nobody Now
how can there be a Future me?

Answer me that.

If I am severed from my past
how can there be my Now
or my Future state?

More pointedly
it becomes clear,
at least to me,
I have to borrow from my Future
to sooth my Now's despair
and to placate
my Past
which harbors sorrows there.
And if I can borrow from my future
then it must too be there.
So said Einstein.

Ok.

I have answered me that.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Testify

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
Im empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Boys who travel now in coffins
On the corner (corner)
The jurys sleepless (sleepless)
We found your weakness (weakness)
And its right outside your door
Now testify
Now testify
Its right outside your door
Now testify
Yes testify
Its right outside your door
With precision you feed me
My witness Im hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving, sweating,
The skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire Im choking
On the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner (corner)
The jurys sleepless (sleepless)
We found your weakness (weakness)
And its right outside your door
Now testify
Yeah testify
Its right outside your door
Now testify
Now testify
And its right outside your door
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?
Now testify
Testify
Its right outside your door
Now testify
Testify
Its right outside your door

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Running For My Life

Running
Down the hall
The bell is ringing
I’m late for class
I’m late for life

Running
From this thing
This big, black, ugly
Swirling, shifting, changing thing
This thing that is everything
But is thin as air
Is really nothing at all

Running
From this thing
This thing I call “The Black”
That chases me
Seemingly
For all eternity

Running
From my past
Passing right by the present
Into my future
Into one of these doors
The doors that line the hall
The hall of life I’m running down
Running because I’m late
Running for my life

Running
Past these doors
One of them is the right door
The door through which I must go
Oh, how do I know
Which key on the jingling ring in my hand
Opens the door to my future?

The door to everything
I’ve ever wanted to do
Or be
The one door through which
That thing
The Black
Cannot follow me

Oh, look
Up ahead
That might be it
That door just screams my name
(But they won’t like that door –
It doesn’t fit their mold)

So what?
Who cares?
It’s my life
It’s my future
That door is me!
Now I’m
Searching
For the key.

poem by Maya Reid
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Keeper of the Ancient Doors

Thou Keeper of the ancient doors
Thou Angel of the deep in the light
Thou Spirit in the seers of the times of yore
Thou that keeps the secrets of the distant future
Thou that preserves the history of the ancient past
Grant thou me entrance through thy door
That I may see into the future with thee
For unto the prince of darkness the world shall turn
Save thou grant the son of light the future’s light

Unstop my ears to the whispers from the future
Enlighten my eyes to behold the things that shall be
Grant thou me the spirit of the future today
That I might ride on his wings to times yet unborn
Let me soar on the wings of the eagle from the future
That I may see beyond the now and the near
For unto thee the future is as history in the open
And before thy eyes is nothing ever concealed at-all
Quicken my discernment in line with thine
That I may discern the way thou doesth
Move my heart beyond the things of now
That my passions may be for things unseen

Come unto me oh Spirit of the ancient seers
Come now unto me thou companion of the seers of light
Spirits of my kinds that treaded these realms before me
Grant unto me thine eyes to see beyond the times of now
And spare thou me thy ears to hear from the future
Say unto me the mysteries that are hidden
Open unto me the choices of men yet unmade

Thou that knowest tomorrow teach thou me
Thou that seeesth tomorrow show thou me
Beyond the quest for the things of now
I crave to see the things to come
As my destiny and inheritance in the light

Thou that came upon Daniel here am I for thee
Thou that came upon John descend now on me
Thou Spirit that was on Patmos be my guide today
Possess thou me, Spirit of the seers in the light
Open am I unto all thy visions
And unto thy voice I yield this day
Grant thou me the pass to the future thou seeth
Thou Keeper of the ancient doors

-Samson Ajilore 25: 06: ’11,1pm FCT

poem by Samson Ajilore
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0005 'what Is There To Live For?

and you asked this question
half-privately, half publicly, (so there's some hope then?)
but we, knowing alas your high intelligence,
must pause, reflect, before we answer you...

we could just say, in our severest tones -
that question comes from a nowhere, no-time place
where ignorance is loved, and knowledge is denied..

I'd say, off the cuff, damn you, do just what you like...
you'll do that anyway..

but if you want some words from me..
(who knows the power of words, despite
all evidence to the contrary?) -
some words about what you already know...

I'd say, the answer's in the shortest word
inside your question - 'is':
that tiny window in our life
between the past - that which has shaped your 'is' -
and future - which your 'is' will make for you;

that tiny window, which the gift of life
(and what else do we know of this?)
offers you through all your lived-in life -
gift, to be free; of past and future; simply be,
live in a world of free unselfishness,
be anything and everything, be what you wish -
or better still, be what unsullied life
continually offers you out of the blue...

Or you could count your blessings -
think as Mark has written, just so beautifully, to you...
you'll do just what you do, when all things have been said
and all things written down in words - damn you -
though I for one believe you far from damned..

I knocked upon your door - you didn't answer me;
so now I'm running round the back,
calling through that tiny window
of your very present life; and just to say,
you know yourself; know all the questions, all the answers; but
I'm here for you...and by the way, that ' I ' means we...

poem by Michael Shepherd
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In Uncertain Times

With a heavy heart I’ve implored, help and direction from my Lord,
In this present time, very dark ahead, I look unto The Lord instead,
With so much present uncertainty, the future is not so clear to me,
So my God’s favor I will entreat, as His Love and Mercy is replete.

For me, it’s God who will provide, while in God’s Grace I do abide,
Grace sufficient for all His own, guiding believers from His Throne,
Always, our Lord, Christ Jesus, is the One, Who sustains all of us,
For God’s honor and His praise, as He leads us through our days.

These days, faith in Christ is a must, when in God I place my trust,
Who alone has the perfect plan, for each and every believing man;
His plan for me may not be clear, but as God’s child I needn’t fear,
As God’s plan is to prosper me, in ways, today that I may not see.

About those things I don’t know, to The Lord, my thoughts will go,
Reminding me of days gone by, when Christ led me from on High,
Through those times, dark as night, with God’s Word, as my Light,
Remembering times of the past, my present cares, to God I’ll cast.

And so with Him, Who changes not, God alone, Who casts my lot,
While on this path, I must take, I know, my God makes no mistake,
So I look not to man, but to Christ, Who is the Author of all my life,
And knowing Christ as my Lord, my heart, once again is reassured.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Fearing for a Friend

My friend he's broken
hanging onto his last bit
of sanity for so long
wanting to just let go
of life and all it's pain

I fear for my friend
he blames himself for
what he didn't do it's
it makes me sad and
I cry for him inside

My friend thinks that
he has no future but
but I know he can
have a future still he
just needs to hold on

I fear for my friend
for what he has said
to me about his future
I do care so Mike just
hold on just for me

poem by Amber Lyn Charneski
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Prevaricator

From high upon a pedestal i write-
Weak and in total disbelief i cry-
My eyes- like slits shutting out the blinding light of day-
While whispers of the real truth-uncover your lie;
The windows to your soul-they fooled me...
Hidden well within the covers of our time...
Unlike the clay molded into a most perfect form...
'Twas covered by the snow of the Winter rhyme;
Exhaustion set in overwhelming me...
The evenings menacing darkness just creeps-
As a ship upon stormy waters with torn sails-
The whispers of the true you takes away my sleep;
Lost in a collage of your lies...
Thrown in a mighty sea of stormy waves...
Totally taken in by your every word...
An unaccepted life not worthy to even save;
Too complacent and naive i had become-
Altered by lives- haves and have nots...
Confused and abused by the sinister of liars...
It is for the real truth i have fought;
I pray every day for the next person that you fool-
Not to be taken in literally with your every word...
Open their eyes so as not to be blind to you...
Open their ears-so that your every word is heard;

Dedicated to: A very early broken love experience
Back in Seattle. I was totally taken in.

poem by Theodora Onken
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New Identity

Destined to fight fear
She strides with pride.
Lightened by the full moon
Her head held high.
Nothing will stop her
In this brutal life.
Her eyes now swing with laughter
Blocking the gloom that they've seen.
Escaping the darkness
While waking the dormant happiness.
She is no longer a victim
Power is her new identity.

poem by Nicoletta Klokkari
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what? just what do you really mean. Tell me.

is it your last word

but mine was different and you know it
whatever that means

i said 'hello'

and what is it that you mean by 'what? '

do you mean ' what you did for love? '

i mean it, my love for you is always a hello
and there is no word for 'goodbye'
i know how to always begin
right from where we started
when we made the doodles
when we combined the colors
(of our longings and wishes)
when we painted the flowers
and cats and dogs
when everything seems hormonal
did we call it a chemical romance?
or just connecting chains
from time to time, those chains of
love
(i am sounding corny) , yes, the chains
of the past, connecting to the present
(there we stop to ponder and)

i guess, there is no future
there is no us, out there
but is it not that love is only concerned
with the

now? the moment, the day that we must seize
(carpe diem, touchee!)

if and if the future is nothing but this word
'goodbye', i will not proceed to go there

i stay here, and savor the moment
of today
this 'hello', and your 'what? ' a question
an open one

like your arms always willing to embrace me
again
(oh, you never really embraced me)
i guess

you must delet the word 'again'

let your arms be open
embrace me, i am cold, and let me say this over and over again
(without shame)

i always miss you
and i will be with you again
even just to see you and not hold you in my arms

my love............................................. .........................................(sigh)