Untitled
I could tell you of her beauty
that would be easy
the way she touches life
now that speaks volumes
not loud
not quite
through the special places of the heart
she blew in from the windy city
to the heart of my brain
unaware of each stare
each sudden glare
that exists in a valid tear
the way she touches life
is like waiting for wings in a heroes disguise
By Andrew Woida
Seeing the Finger (not where it points)
Sometimes one feels sorrow
for all that they see-
when you are old enough
to know none of it will last
you can accept things,
and make as best as possible
for yourself.
Or
you can love the others
as you know their quiet suffering.
The Buddha saw this
and pointed
to where true happiness lie.
Jesus knew this as well,
give, try to shelter
those sisters and brothers
who are in need.
Both of these Boddishatvas
pointed to spoke the answers
but people are so caught up
in themselves,
they look the other way.
Like the childhood lesson
"Don’t talk to strangers"
remember
look away,
don’t trust
"look away".
http://www.poetryandart.com
By Marion Hamer
Untitled
In the darkness of dispair
In the door way of distress,
There's a light of love and joy,
In which you'll find success.
When you know that people love you
When you know that people care
You'll always find a pathway
Through darkness and dispair.
By Michelle
Untitled
Smells of filth all your shit's on the floor.
Don't ever mention who you were before.
I tried my best to bide my time.
When I would take your picture,
a tiny part of you was mine.
I know when i think of you,
I give you too much credit.
I always could imagine what you thought,
but I could never really get it.
Unanswered letters unreturned calls.
Some friend you were;did I matter at all?
TOURISTS with their FAMILIES,
with parents hellish and obsessed.
There's only a few young faces,
-where are all ther rest?
Going in for the evening...What a waste.
Listening to their noise, rotten and defaced.
I miss her face,but she hides away.
Found a stable/pleasing life,
and had nothing more to say.
It goes on and on,
runaway train.
How many things are ours?
We just live to obtain.
Everything comes down on you.
How much can you take?
The whole fucking world,is all yours to break.
Get me out of here, freedom is a knife.
Get me out/ Let me out,
Get me out of my life.
By Matt
Untitled
Discovered music that stirs my heart
a song I have never heard.
The rhythm that drives me wild
a melody that stirs my soul.
I look into your eyes
feel myself swaying to your song.
sweet lyrics touch my mind
stirring begins ... way deep inside.
the melody and rhythm of your song.
dance to this love you have given
take my joy from all that we are
I am unfamiliar with the song.
I'm swirling and turning about in laughter
and realize it is your song that makes me happy,
your music all around me, filling me.
to my soul, that inspires me to dance.
The steps are innate to me
as if I have done them all my life.
never heard this song before
until it was sung by you.
Somewhere I have danced with you
Let me dance to your song of life
it fills my wildest dream
sway gently to the rhythms of you
and fill my soul
now your song bursts forth before
me and fills me with all life.
sugar thoughts, by the sugargodys, Sharon
