Her wave…

 By:- Romance

I admit,
I was afraid to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning mystery.
She carried things
deep inside her
that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail
like the others.
She was the ocean
and I was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified
to swim.


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The Child

 By:- Stephen Fuller (S Francis)
June 19, 1986
Bullets pierce and echo the air
Villagers abandon their flaming homes
The king cannot see, only the Lord sees
Reasons do not matter as bloodshed begins
 
On a hilltop the one flag quivers in the wind
Tears pour into the Child’s innocent eyes
His brother has died in the flames of war-
Horror from what was once so grand
 
Unnoticed, underfoot our freedom drifts
We, sightless, block our ears from the Child’s wail
His father has died in the ocean of war
Only to be as us- free
 
The fire rages across the countryside
The Child is shot in his tears
The memory of his brother burns
The memory of his father drowns
 
One man fills his jars with tears
His son fills dreams with fears
Both are dead, burned by lead
Nothing left, there is no son
 
Nothing left, there is no village
At dawn the flames consumed the last morsel
On a hillside the one flag quivers
The stars shine, the bullets pierce the air
 
We bury the Child under the flag
His father would have won the flag
They bled too long for
A reason too wrong
 
Bullets pierce and echo the air
The village burnt to the ground
Does any flesh mourn the Child?
Oh Lord…
 
Reasons do not matter when innocence sheds blood.

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MIRRORS

By:- Greg Richards

Mirrors, her eyes reflected not my heart,
Which twitched and turned and bounced,
And skittered across the tension of their polished gaze.
Elasticity, opaque, a thousand yard stare
With reasons strung to match;
Sentimentality skittered away and drifted, inexorably
To the center of her webbed intent,
She would not have it so, but wished herself elsewhere,
And I, a little sustenance along the way.


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The Blues Are All Around Me and They Follow Me Wherever I Go

By:-Edward M. Bury

Don’t have to look too far

Don’t have to look too far

That building used to be a store

Well it ain’t a store no more

The blues are all around me
and they follow me wherever I go

Don’t have to look too far

Don’t have to look too far

Electric cars don’t go too fast
I drive a car that uses gas

The blues are all around me
and they follow me wherever I go

Chorus

         The TV show from Washington
was all about the State of the Union

Thirty minutes later
I was still in a state of confusion

Don’t have to look too far

Don’t have to look too far

The photograph that’s on the wall

Has got a crack and is about to fall
The blues are all around me
and they follow me wherever I go

Chorus

Don’t have to look too far

Don’t have to look too far

Won’t go outside anymore
I’m afraid to even open up the door

Because the blues are all around me
and they follow me wherever I go

Repeat


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Lost

By:- Kevin Morris

My thoughts lost on the damp air

Going who knows where.

The sodden grass

I pass

Where children play

but not today.

No ball

or bird call.

Only the rain’s incessant fall.


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California Dreamin’

By:- Charles Coakley Simpson

Cali was a cute little suffer girl from Santa Ana.

She was about this tall, had a sweet laugh, great smile,

deliriously long caramel-colored hair,

and a nice little IM.

We liked to pretend we were in love.

She used to send me photos

of herself in the dressing room at the mall

with her iPhone while she was sitting in Physics class.

“There’s more where that came from,” she would wink.

She took me for a drive one night—

just her, her iPhone, and I.

We ended up out on the beach where

she lay me out bedside her on a blanket, flipped me open,

and began texting with a warm, seductive voice

into my ear.

I thought I was roaming.

“Touch me—here,” she teased.

And forwarded me a photo of the inside of her thigh.

I was all thumbs.

I moved my hand slowly up the inside of her LCD.

She giggled as I started caressing her Instagram application.

“Do you love me?” She purred.

“I thought we were pretending.” I replied.


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Curry of Life

By: Roman

Some bags of love
Some bags of fear
And mix it

With some weeks of dreams,
Boil it

With desires and expectations,
Few minutes,
You will smell

Lust and cream
But I can blend it

With realisation
Creating odourless flavour of present
Where dream

Die like flies
Fear gets washed to strength
And
Happiness flows like Ganges
And
I am the Cook
I can blend everything of life
And I can serve you

The most blissful dish
You ever tasted !!!


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