Counterfit Dreams
Turmoil blankets the night...
Just sediments of yesterdays dawn--
From noontimes savage scramble...
To midnights hour-long gone;
Webbed in corners of deceit...
Tangible silk-like threads of regret...
Oh, what a tangled web we oft' times weave...
Cast in memories we cannot forget;
Hauntingly the anger it echos still...
Tossed in a tempest of: Never Again--!
Splitting its seams-the truth pushes through--
Addressing the game that we can never win;
Impoverished and starved for true affection...
With no comfort coming from a strangers arms...
Facing the reality of past situations of sheer pain...
Reflecting upon-the pretense of your charms;
Walking away never to look back...
Bridges are burned and never returned...
Closing the gate upon misbegotten fate--
For you there is no need for any concern;
The Essence
September,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Trial By Water
Decisions are an absolute must--
On this day of the third degree...!
Questions are mounting higher-
Arrousing a turmoil inside of me;
The tempest has tossed itself...
Into a very angry deep...
Leaving very little room for solution--
Or hopes of answers to keep;
Ravaged and torn in circles of mystery...
The waves-they crash upon my shore...
Enigmas of yesterdays storms-still unsolved-
Raging on behind Seasides Blue Door;
Coming to terms with this travesty...!
And caught up in the tides ebb and flow...
Its like walking a tightrope of: 'Perhaps or Maybes'--
While it continues-like a cancer to wildly grow;
This darkness forces needed decisions--
As the questions ceaseless stream remains...! ! !
Apprising the waters of pure circumstantial...
Advising myself-of the truths unending pain;
May,2010
The Essence
poem by Theodora Onken
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Circumstances
Only in sleep do i quench my desire...
Only 'neath a 'Fairmaiden Moon'--
Only in the depths of pure rapture...
Only in your arms- i swoon;
Delicate is our relation---
Woven from times threads of Gold--
Embellished with the reds of passion...
Accented by the Midnight Blue of old;
Such a Tapestry of Sweet Romance--
Such an evolution of 'sheer desire'...
Entangled through wisps of pure attention...
Fueling true loves greatest desire;
The Essence
September,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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True Truth Can Not Be Bartered
Have we been too wise,
In the closing of our eyes...
To walk away from situations,
As if those realities...
For us did not exist.
And today with too much reality,
Staring all of us in the face...
We wish to keep most of it edited.
For fear that truth for what it is,
And reluctantly accepted...
Has a way of blocking out deceit,
But welcomes denial to pamper as a pet.
Leaving those shadowed by conformity,
To realize true truth can not be bartered.
Or left to anger those putting away their tap shoes.
The ones no longer choosing to be fools,
For the sake of keeping stereotypical images active.
True truth can not be bartered.
Or be bothered by the pondering of it,
That come for some to sit to discuss benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breakthrough
As darkness looms so thick, a solid wall,
Holding the night hostage, it failed to dawn,
The heart sinks deeper, reeling from the fall,
Adversity, obliges it to spawn;
The noisy accolades of past glories,
Had muted down to murmurs of regret,
No laurels on the head, just memories,
Vestiges, only few did not forget;
A hero cast aside so slovenly,
By Fate that left much pain, but little pride,
Struggling against that wall, when suddenly,
A knock, then voice heard from the other side;
...Piercing the dark, calling, finding a way,
...Set to get through, coming from light of day.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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One Year, Six Months
Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget. I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you
I can tell that you don't know me anymore
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you
So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes, try not to cry
All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do
song performed by by Yellowcard
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One Year, Six Months
Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget. I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget. I cannot forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you
I can tell that you don't know me anymore
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you
So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
Close up these eyes, try not to cry
All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
Memories of you
I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Strangers no longer for My Lady Irene
A stranger is a friend you have not met
Do not be too quick to forget,
that you and I were strangers too.
Though when we met we quickly knew
this was the start of something new.
We have no reason to regret.
The many times we could have met,
But it was not the right time yet.
The time and place I would meet you
Had been decreed by Fate who knew.
You needed me, I needed you.
Though we were strangers still as yet.
Though not for long once we had met.
We still had heartaches to forget.
You trusted me, I trusted you.
It seemed somehow that we both knew,
that we had been intended to
each help the other to forget.
We had been hurt, betrayed, upset
and bitter memories lingered yet
of partners who had proved untrue.
This was our chance to start anew.
I was quite sure and so were you.
This was what we were meant to get.
We were alone before we met
Quite certain that we not get
another love who would be true.
But we were forced to change our view
when you found me and I found you.
Life is as good as it can get
27-Jul-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Nothing, Nothing, Could be Clearer...
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Horror, cloaked in tainted glass-
Reflecting terror, midnight’s mirror…
The stars convulse- vomit, wither!
Birdsong stops- shadows dance,
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Reflecting terror, midnights mirror…
Shows my soul- writhing in a dark romance!
Nothing, Nothing, could be clearer…
No witchdoctor, nor faith healer
Could un-forge this fate flame-cast
Reflecting terror, midnights mirror…
I weep! In vain I beg beneath her!
While an envy looms above my past
Abyss has never ventured nearer!
Reflecting terror, midnight’s mirror…
…Nothing, Nothing, could be clearer.
poem by Lazarus Knix
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5th Avenue
Written by gerry beckley, 1984
Found on perspective.
Walking down 5th avenue
I saw him walking there with you
People see and people talk
Word travels fast round my block
Might just save you the price of writing
I could save you an hour or two
Walking down 5th avenue
Walking down 5th avenue
Dont know what to ask of you
My mind is gettin so confused
Even when I really try
Keeps sounding like Im saying goodbye
Somewhere deep in my heart Im hurtin
cause I keep on remembering you
Walking down 5th avenue
Walking down 5th avenue
Such a long way to go
How many times must I look up and say
What kind of fool am i
But I cant turn my back on the times that we shared
No matter how I try
Walking down 5th avenue
Cant seem to shake the thought of you
Even in the dark of night
Your memories of shining light
Though Im tryin to change direction
I pray what I saw aint true
Walking down 5th avenue
Walking down 5th avenue
Such a long way to go
Do, do, do, do ...
song performed by by America
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Wake Up, Baby
Did you think that yesterdays,
Were coming back to be relived?
Without witnessing everyday...
Dismissing what each day brings and gives.
Did you believe that sitting,
Wishing for a time gone and passed...
Would actually make a difference,
If you held on...
Wanting those moments to always last.
As the sands of time,
Quickly slipped...
Through an hour glass!
Did you think that yesterdays,
Were yours alone to keep?
As you tossed and turn with hopes...
Losing more than just your sleep!
Did you wish for a season,
That came...
Never to go away?
Wake up, baby...
From your spell!
Catching up with reality...
Is a choice you should choose.
Than to dwell in your own created hell,
To lose your mind today.
You will not be receiving any interest,
From that kind of deposit!
These times are not on hold,
For that kind of mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Mind Pushes Me Away, Your Heart Aches
Your mind pushes me away, your heart aches;
I assure you of our truth, whilst my heart breaks;
You are so afeared, that your fear became your reality-
Yet, there is but one way to rid yourself of this duality-
One day at a time, step closer in OUR direction,
Where I shall be already, to offer the protection
Of my love, strength and other-wordly faith,
In the love that we fashioned, through the miles, from a wraith;
Beloved, though we speak not, I call out to you,
And tell you that is ok to be brave-I am not saying what to do,
But merely I proffer salient advice knowing the truth of YOUR dreams-
I do this not for my own gain, nor for anything but what seems
Now to be surreal, where I know the opposite is true;
Love is truth, truth is love; fear is deceit, and deceit led you
To temporarily push away what you have dreamt for all your life,
Fear is your enemy, not I-fear caused this chasm, this strife!
I did not push you too fast, yet for same
I now am accused, and falsely take blame;
You did not use me to get over anyone,
Nor did you deceive just me, yet bludgeon
Only me, with anger over fear-I am NOT the enemy
I am the love that you have held guard over-it is in me
And not else lives there-not animus, nor do I possess baggage
From my past-holding on to the past has caused enough damage;
I would lovingly advise that you do the same, both as it relates to you and to me,
And finally accept the love that we two share, to be
The only 'reality' that you keep in your heart and mind-
Leave the past just where it belongs-behind
Us, both in time and as lessons learned-
It is what you deserve, and I know I have earned;
Become what you have always wanted to become,
At your own pace, but do not allow irration to be so cumbersome
As to alter what you know as real,
The truth of your heart, what you you truly feel!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Memories
When people speak of memories they say the good usually outshines the bad, unfortunately thats not true in my case and it's actually pretty sad
We're suppose to be different but all we are, are hypocrites, I could write down every bad memory you've caused me, but I'd end up with way too long of a list
There were nights of screaming and shouting and nights where we all caused each other pain, there were nights when not one of us didn't go to bed feeling ashamed
There were nights when I wondered if this was always to be our fate and nights when all of you I finally began to hate
There are days and nights still when the past comes back to haunt me, no matter how hard I try to forget, still these memories come back to taunt me
How long will this go on? I really don't know, but I can guarantee you this, these stupid memories will always be my biggest foe
When people speak of memories they say the good usually outweighs the bad, unfortunately that isn't true in my case and honestly it makes me pretty mad
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Enigma: Part II (Loose Form)
I. I saw the past flee from me
leaving puddles of memories-
(memories and sadness, salt and pepper
bread and butter) -
How close we were together;
the Glenn and Iris in September
II.The ocean swelled and crashed on the rocks
We made love not unlike the sea
The winter was cold, frozen in love
when she chose to leave me
And all my seed fell frozen
and all my dreams lay shaken bare
III. For February fallen and March ascending...
long tears, soft wails subdued with shivers
There are stars out tonight whose light
is older than first love
has endured through a void and cold
and comes to me softly with comfort
IV. There will be a dawn, there will be a healing
There will be new song, new hope and heart
As long as Irish pipes play and wooden flutes...
As long as there are walks at the end of day
Secret gardens where little girls play
As long...as long...
V. I drape sadness like a quilt about me
and dwell on being small
I'm not saying I'm overwhelmed
not saying I'm understood
Just saying a promise is a robin
on a snow covered lawn
VI. Too much in the band-
standing on a corner downtown
Walking in surf's foam early one summer's morn-
A train whistle blows forlornly
in a dream I have
And someone has been coming
for me all these years
VII. Was it all wasted?
Was it something more than we know?
A cup of tea in the morning,
on the table lines of rhyme
and some time...
The supreme enigma.
poem by Midnights Voice
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Well of Anger
Come drink from my well
My well of anger
Taste the bittersweet tears
Aged all these years
There's a hint of left out
The twisting pain flowered bouquet
What reason would you come back again
It's a long jouney my friend
Take a cast with you
When you come to it's end
Don't turn back
poem by Midnights Voice
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A Different Direction
Once I was asked for just some affection
to lay down beside just to hold and comfort
I said no it was a pretense to get me to let go
Then I was asked didn't I ever want just affection
I said no I wanted love and love was in another direction
your expression of pain and sorrow hurt as you softly said
and what of tomorrow
I walked away glade to get away
and never thought about tomorrow
until today for today is that tomorrow
and oh how just a little affection now
would take away so much sorrow
So now in my pain as I long for affection
I remember when I chose a different direction.
poem by Steven Sabathie
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I Forget
All my doctors and friends
Have concocted these theories
Weary of seeing me day after day
On the edge of my bed
Leery of living
My laughter on hold
My sadness on stay
And it's been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
Couldn't get up today
I pretended a fever
Any excuse but the truth will do
I don't lie very well
No I'm not a deceiver
But I can't bring myself to admit that I'm blue
And it's been this way
For quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
The clock and the calendar
Both an assault
Time goes so slow
It must be my fault
I act like I'm okay
When I'm not okay at all
I forget what to do
I forget what it all means
Don't remember if love ever really felt good
I forget to be here
And not in-between
I'd put on a good show
If only I could
And it's been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
I forget
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Burning Bridges
Looking back I see
In the distance bridges burning
Knowing now
There will be no returning
The departures
Of the past
Have left behind the shores of
Where our bread once was cast
We all must go
Into the future
Nothing stays put
It's just the law of nature
The power and prestige
Of all our yesterdays
Won't count for a thing
Going along this new way
The very best
We all can, and should do
Is help one another
Make it through
So let the damned
Bridges burn
And move ever forward
Where new life awaits, around every next turn
poem by Smoky Hoss
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A Nation In Tears
Beloved, weep and hold back nothing
Cry and wipe away no tears
For this will stand!
In the times tested by the present
And never fades from the memories of history
Weep, beloved weep
Smile not when the soul grieves
For the hour comes
When you smile, the fruit of tears
That sprouts out of emotions poured
Therefore, cry oh dear Uganda!
Remember the past glory,
And focus on the coming salvation
But you must still cry
And your rival will know!
When truth awakes, it will listen
And the eyes of justice will see
The heart of destiny will prevail
And the soul of reality will dawn
On a nation in tears
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Absence
Busy trying to keep--
My mind going...
To hide your absence...
I pick stars from--
The sky--
To wish upon;
However, never one
To delude myself...
I cover up with-
A heavy dose-
Of reality;
Mind you-
Its much -
Stronger-
Then mere stardust;
It will not allow...
For more than-
Just wishful-
Thinking;
For it is the
Absolute of Fate...
The root of-
Divine Providence-
That decides things;
That makes-
Or breaks-
A heart;
That makes--
Dreams come true...
Or cancels them out-
Rather like a --
Super Nova-
Oh so bright...
For just that long...!
And then it burns itself...
Out and is forever gone! ! ! ;
The Essence
September 4,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Scavenger Hunt
It is important to them.
Why aren't you participating?
'It's been important for the past 50 years.
And what is clear to them now,
Has faded from my top ten long ago.
Oil and water just does not mix.
Even when vinegar has been applied to it.
No matter how 'sweet' those rancid apples use to appear.
Now that those who have grown older,
Find deceit and their dishonesty losing appeal.
They want to quote scriptures.
With an undying love to uplift their fellowmen.
As if the bitterness they've consciously inflicted,
Is going to vaporize and disappear.
I prefer not to be exposed to that much magic.
Pretense is important to them.
They wouldn't recognize truth or reality,
If lit with neon lights in a clear night sky!
Everything about them has been fantasized.
They are mutants of affectations.
And fearing anything that remotely exposes truth.
That's why I am not participating,
To uncover the 'known' in such a 'scavenger hunt'.
I've forgiven.
But not yet stupid enough to forget.'
It's just a reunion!
'Of what? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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