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A voice in the darkness
by 1st Vamp

A billion voices all shouting at once, in the dark
Countless lives all shining, in the light.

A voice in the dark, shouting for all it's worth
No one notices it, no one cares
It is not theirs, and so does not matter.

But when that voices raises to the list, they all notice at least once
The voice ceases, and the dark is motionless.

A billion voices shouting at once, in the dark
When one voice ceases, others must go on.

The dark is never quiet, for us
At least not, until the end.



Coffee Shop
by Alan W.Goodson

Old men with nothing to do,
Who haven't gotten started yet.

A circle of old friends...coffee hot and bitter,
like some memories of youth gone by.
Reliving the past with half-remembered stories,
half-baked lies, and imagined truths only half-discovered.
Their days nothing more than fallen leaves
swept up in the cold, hard winds of time.

Remaining days of their lives measured in cups,
Cups of sorrowful lament, filled to the brim
with memories of paths not traveled,
choices never considered, chances never taken,
love never found, or lost in the haze of soft regret.

Untapped wells of knowledge...life experience seeping through,
to form stagnant pools of advice for youth
who don't listen, don't care, don't know or wonder
about frail words spoken in meaningful jest,
by old men whose lives don't seem to matter anymore.

Old men with nothing to do,
Finished before the day begins.

Left to compare scars of battles with life
and secrets of success never quite obtained.
Steam rising from their cups, like the spirit
of their youthful dreams, drifting off into thin air,
to mingle with the stale smoke of bridges burned.

Weathered faces hiding behind wrinkled masks,
sculptured by pain earned from hard work,
harder lessons, and hardest times.
Arguing over the bill that comes due
because they feel their debts have
already been paid in full, with interest.

The hands of the clock move more swiftly now,
speeding onward towards eternity, towards rest,
towards another world where the coffee is free,
the waitress doesn't expect a tip,
and the tables are always clean.

Old men with nothing to do,
And an eternity to finish.

Mail Alan

(12-27-98)
by Alice.

Don't speak,
The moment will pass.
Your voice will flood the
Baracades
That time has built for us.
If we're quiet,
My arms will be wrapped around
Your chest and
Your lips will longer
Pressed tightly against my forehead
Forever

11-11-99 5:00 am
by Alice

That morning
you were lovely
and I wanted to wrap you
in my awkward body,
melt your beauty into
my restlessness
like my heart was melting
in your bed.
And my hands guided themselves
against your silhouette,
desiring the slope of hips,
the rise and fall of chest,
stealing the smooth of shoulder,
craving the hollow of your neck,
delighting in the strangeness
of a soft-skinned boy
who could be so far away
while I held him in my arms.
You whispered
through a veil of sleep
in between dreams
and a fluttering of eyes
that never seemed to wake
with each new breath of sun
upon lips
waiting for a kiss.
But I was helpless to move,
and when you woke, I was
helpless to speak
So I couldn't tell you
and you would never know
that I had been
enamored by you
all morning.

Alice's Webpage Mail Alice

Conventions
by Arron

I met a poet, a pauper
a prince and a leper.

none were glued too well together

they asked me, however, for an answer

I had none
I do what I am, I
am not what I do.

Now:

The poet rhymed but couldn't reason
and the pauper stood idle to await his season
the prince's every thought was in teason while
the leper lost his soul unable to be whole.

They were what they did, they
did not do what they were
their homes designed roof down
without a foundation...

Mail Arron

Guess what Mommy and Daddy?
by Beckie/Heavens Angel

Guess what mommy & daddy,
Heaven is great.
Just like you said,
There's not much longer to wait.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I have a guardian angel who comes at night.
I told him I wanted to go,
But the times not right.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
My angel came this morning.
While you were still in bed,
He came with a warning.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When I left with June.
So you could rest some more,
I knew my time was soon.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When you were finally out of sight,
I told my angel,
The time is just right.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When you still didn't know I was gone,
My angel put his hand in mine,
And I was no longer stiff or sick,I felt so happy & fine.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When the hospital called,I saw you crying from above.
I saw daddy & how scared he was,
And I knew how much I was loved.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
On the way to the hospital I heard you pray,
Don't let them bring me back,
I know you don't want God to take me away.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I saw you walk into the ER,and ask is he gone.
I saw the look on your face when the nurse said yes!
It looked like you'd never go on.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I seen you holding me tight.
I kissed you good-bye with my love,
And tried to tell you I was alright.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
There's no more pain,
You can go on with your life,
And not feel so drained.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I'll watch you all your days through.
And be like your guardian angel,
Just because,I LOVE YOU!!

Mail Beckie

Finality's Infinity
by Daniel Howe

To be true,
there’s never
a right moment
for this sort of grief,
seldom ever
the right good bye,
life can heal
but never remove
these scars
they’re too deep
too close too soon
too final and
too much for now,
but, after all
there was sunshine
before those storms
flowers and warming hands
dew drops to singing tui,
love, seemed so around,
now and only just,
just again,
there’s warm days
storm days gray days
fair days and light,
sunshine some days
and sunshine some nights,
warm smiles warm eyes
living and life,
all different from yesterdays
for the rest of all whiles,
such a sad and beautiful World.

Daniel Howe's Webpage Mail Daniel

Sonnet 11
by Dave Who

You took my hand and, with a tender smile, you drew

Me gently to the flowered meadow of your counterpane

And showed such beauty on that blossomed plane

That, in my inmost dreams I never knew.

Such theme that Venus could not sing, I had from you

And angel's voices soared. You made me chamberlain

Of love, sovereign of this burgeoning terrain,

And handmaiden of Eros taught me how to love anew.

Inamorata of my never-dreamt, bouquets of love were strewn around

Your bower. Sweetmeats you presented for my tongue to savor--

Confection of such sweet desire that, oh, my heart did pound.

Seraphim were ranked, in glory, singing sweet the music of your favor

And the Gods of love, in jealousy, looked down and found

A mortal man in sole possession of a God's enchanted bower.

Dave Who's Webpage Mail Dave

Plastic Carnations
by Duane Locke

I never could smell the odor of plastic carnations.
She, the redhead, could;
She could even see the plastic petals wilt.
When she tells me she loves me for what I am,
I wonder
What I am to her.

Mail Duane

No Title
by Thi Nguyen

you gave me a hug
today
when i could not hold my true feelings
my lips uttered "l love you"

i looked into your angel eyes
they glittered, glittered, the fade
as though there were so much
that you wanted to say
* * *

The truth tunred out to be so cruel
i turned away
avoiding my tears to be seen
i was afraid it would hurt your feelings

but could i disguise
when what in my eyes
had told you all how i feel
in the moment yours met mine
* * *

please, my dear, please forgive me
for never would i mean to hurt you feelings
why could i be so selfinsh, so cruel
to say such thing that would hurt you.

Mail Thi


Across the Room
by Lady Sita

A room full of people.
I walk by,
Glance in your direction.
Look into your eyes.
Time stops, and silence falls over
Everything, like the night descends.
You stare at me.
I gaze back at you.
Is this love?
At first sight?
I don’t know.

You blink.
Time moves again.
You continue on your way.
I am left standing.
Thinking about you.
You eyes were
All I saw
Across the room.
I am stand still, as
The world moves on.

You glance back once more.
A smile touches your lips.
I smile back.
Across the room.

Mail Lady Sita



In Your Dreams
by Craig Avignone

In your dreams magical thoughts,
all things a real unless you beive they not.
In your dreams love plot, carried on wing of hope.
each of our soul interwine when we do
instantly we see it the time to grow and be it
when everything pinned on a hope.
let rise the dreams of your heart,
that innocent youth careless and kind.
free ot roam the breeze in love
only when two brillianly shine as one..

Wishing Stars
by Craig Avignone

wish on a dream that seems far off
hoping it will come to day
into the starlit night
foolish dreamer turn their gaze,
waiting on a shooting star.
but what if that star not to come ?
will their dreams fade to nothing ?
when the horizon darkens most,
we all need to believe there is hope.
is there a angle watching over me ?
can there be a guilding light i yet to see ?
i know my heart should be my guild,but,
there a hole within my soul.
what will fill this emptiness in side of me ?
am i to be satisfied without knowing ?
i wish,then,for a chance to see
now all i need,,,desperately
is my star to come...

Email Craig


Together
by Yancy Gonzalez

TOGETHER FOREVER IS WHAT THEY SAY
PERSONALLY I THINK YOU WERE MEANT TO STAY,
I KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU, IN MANY WAYS THAT I
CANNOT PERSUADE, EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT THINK THE
SAME I KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU STILL TO THIS DAY,
I TRY TO FORGET YOU EVERYTIME YOU PASS BY,
BUT JUST THE THOUGHT OF YOU FILLS MY HEART WITH PRIDE.
AND EVEN THOUGH YOUR WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
TOGETHER FORE EVER IN MY HEART YOULL STAY.

Email Yancy


Source Mythologyby John Hulse

When I was seven years old
someone told me
that to really
please a woman
I had to learn
how to balance
a nickel on the tip
of my tongue.

She walks awayby John Hulse

the picture she just sent me
lit up my room like a hundred torches.
her eyes, hair, face, breasts
made joy real,
made life seem way too short,
made heaven seem that much closer
and gave new meaning
to an already beautiful day.

Hopeful Romantic
by John Hulse

He used to put fresh pillowcases
on a large bible inside
his closet hoping that when he
used them heaven would bless his dreams.

John's Webpage
Mail John


Oh for a child...
by Mark Brown

0h! For a child that’s an angel
Who's good for the whole of the day
Who plays 'nice and quietly all morning
Then puts all his playthings away
A child who walks right next beside you
And not bump into all passer-byes
Who accepts what you tell him quite willingly
Without all the wherefores and whys
For one who will eat all his dinner
No matter what ' s put on his plate
And come straightaway when you call him
Without coming home an hour late
For one who comes home clean and tidy
After playing all day with his mates
Who trots off to bed in the evening
Without begging to stay up late
A child who can walk round the household
Without breaking each article touched
And sits on the chair not the carpet
I'm sure that's not asking for much
Is there a chance (for that would be heaven)?
That when you wanted some peace you could
Is there a child anywhere on this planet?
Who'd be quiet when told that he should?
Oh' for a child that's an angel
But I'm afraid that’s just too much to ask
For who wouldn't smile at the excuses
And his face when you bring him to task
Who wouldn't laugh at the stories?
He brings home each day from his school
Or secretly admire his drawings.
Though sometimes you call him a fool
And what would you do in the evenings
If he went straightaway off to bed
You'd miss all the ranting and raving
The crocodile tears that he shed
Without him your life would be empty
Not to experience the heartache and joys
To laugh with, to cry with, to play with
Accepting that boys will be boys
And when you've had recourse to chide him
He sobs, and then the tears start
Then to hear him say, "I'm sorry daddy"
Just pulls at the strings of your heart
No, I'm glad that my child’s not an angel
It wouldn't be heaven or bliss
To stay just the same would be perfect
I love him the way that he is

Mark's Homepage
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