All because a Girl - By Luis Lora

All because a Girl

my mind and heart are broken
no words left I'm unspoken
what she did hurt painfully and slowly
i hope time releapses to where i was lonely
its not fair i dream of her
but all she wants to do is dis own me
break me and bury me alive
leave no evidence a real homicide
things would be easier for me if my mind and heart collide
because you see they say you can't edit your soul
but only remodel the mold
my hearts fallen and grown old
the words i speak will never be told
watch my tragedy as it unfolds
this is the story of a little boy who grew fond of a little girl
all he wanted was happiness
but soon you will see a real nightmare a self cannibalist
as the little boy eats his sadness
and creates an act of madness setting fire to the blackness
in which he calls despair
so lonely with no one there
this emotion in ashes flying slowly threw the air
this boy now a lion with no heart to spare
he ate himself without a care
bare witness as i declare an unfolding story made from thin air.


- Written by: Luis Lora

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Say Something Anything? - By i

Say Something Anything?

Say something..anything...
Say what you believe.
Say what lies in your heart.
What you wear on your sleeve.
Say what makes a difference.
Say what's on your mind.
About love, life or taxes,
The Government? The daily grind?
These are my words
I'm sure they seem strange.
I hope to inspire you,
I hope for a change.
Who I am's not important,
But what I say is,
We can all make a difference,
For the future what is...

I'm not driven by money,
Fortune or fame,
I speak from the heart,
I play no political game.
I've no religious doctrine,
No hidden agenda,
No extremist desires,
Or fanatic vendetta,
Just independent thought.
I've no thought-policed words,
I just stand here before you
I just want to be heard.

I believe in what's good,
To make the right choice,
With the power of my mind,
And the strength of my voice.
Violence and aggression
Are not the tools,
Non-violent opposition,
Don't play by the rules.
So what will you say
How much do you care?
You worried about your bank account?
Or the colour of your hair?
A quote about life?
Or a phrase about love?
A message about peace...
On the wings of a dove?
The words of your own?
Or the words of another?
Freedom or death?
Peace man, woman, sister or brother!

"Give Peace a chance?"
"Free Nelson Mandela?"
Well "I have a dream!"
So let's share it together.
Just remember a question,
Can prove just as strong.
Than the world's biggest tank,
Or the world's biggest bomb.
Famines, wars and disasters,
Didn't shape this old world,
They're just blips in the landscape.
The power's in the word.
What you say makes a difference,
That's a matter of fact,
You should use your words wisely,
You should use them with tact.

Accept nothing, question everything,
Your eyes can deceive,
What your mind thinks impossible
What your heart can believe.
Question what is?
And why? And what for?
And when will it change?
If you need to...say more!
Question all that you stand for,
Question what you've been taught,
Question what you have read.
Question what you have thought.
Question what's playing before you,
The images your seeing,
The words in you ear.
Seeing is not believing!
Don't blame authority,
They bow to your will,
For you hold the power,
They use to maim and to kill.
Does a government exist
For the people it's serving?
Or is it the people existing
And the government subverting?

I'm not slaving for others,
Not companies and greed.
I'm no faceless component
Of a corporate machine,
And no ruthless exponent
Of an oppressive regime.
But I'll work for a living,
And I'll say what I mean,
My life's not a statistic,
On a government chart.
Or an advertising target,
I follow my heart.
I'm not a number!
In a marketing zone,
I'm not following trends either,
My life is my own.
The simple things in life,
Are all that I strive.
Food, clothing, water,
The joy of being alive.
So who are you, stranger?
Politician? Policeman? Or Poet?
Do you live for your work?
Is it margin? Is it profit?
What's worth more to you?
Do you care? Do you worry?
Is it the love of your life?
Or the colour of your money?

A thought? an idea?
A mathematical equation?
A life-long philosophy?
Or is it life that you're wasting?
It's ideas that have made us.
Ideas that have held strong,
Words, pictures, and theories,
The lyrics of a song.
Are you White? Black? Hispanic?
Oriental? Caucasian?
God? Allah? Krishna?
Buddhist? Atheist? Or Christian?
Is this who you are?
Or is there more to you?
Is this what you believe?
Do you follow a Guru?
Do you have an open mind?
Do you keep an open heart?
Are you searching for answers?
Were you there at the start?

What you are doesn't matter.
Who you are is what counts.
And what it is that you stand for.
And what makes you stand out.
Are you part of the crowd?
Are you in or are you out?
Can you think for yourself?
Are you wracked with self doubt?
So say something..anything...
Do you find it so hard?
Of what lies within you?
Can you be who you are?

I believe in myself
What I believe to be true,
But most of all stranger,
I believe in you...
We're in this together,
That's what we're about.
Together we're stronger.
Together we've got clout.
You are not alone...
I can almost hear you're voice,
Cry out from the masses,
"I want more than a choice!"
So why are you waiting?
Did you not heed the call?
It's all for one, my friend
And it's one for all!
For one and for all.
“Can anybody hear?”
I want to make a difference,
I'm not living in fear.
Life can be simple,
If you want it to be.
I hope for nothing, fear nothing!
I was born to be free!

All I have is an idea,
That we can all change this world,
And we can share it together,
With the power of your words.
So say something...anything
Follow your heart,
Consider your feelings,
Do it now, make a start.
Say something..anything...
Don't leave it too late,
Don't give up too easily,
Try not to tempt Fate.
Say something...anything...
Speak up! It's your right,
Make a stand for your freedom,
And fight for those rights!

Say something...anything...
You've heard what I've said,
You've listened to the words
I've turned around in my head,
Say something..anything...
Use the power of your mind,
Will you make a difference?
However so slight.
Say something..anything...
Post my words to your friends,
Let's hear what they say,
My words I'll defend.

So say something...anything...
Listen to your heart,
Or your mind... or your conscience...
Do it now...make a start...


- Written by: i

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Dictating Painting - By Richard Smithers

Dictating Painting

Squares were never built so sound
for sound to stand.
A curtian raises
and enters a god of sound.

Rows of enchanted symetrical minds
eye a figure on a stage
and hear silence-
as a burst of colour releases
from one direction to another.


- Written by: Richard Smithers

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When a boy loves a girl - Craig Gardner

When a boy loves a girl

They met under the archway;
At the university by the stairs.
She smiled at me so gracefully,
The wasted youth passing us by.
An angel with white hair
So fashionable attired.
She took my heart in her hand
And flashed me another smile.
Two hearts beating as one. Beating together in time.

Evenings spent in bed; her hand always in mine.
The small cove for her thumb
A secret of yours and mine.
Of Marilyn Monroe, and ghosts and ghouls;
The Rocky Horror picture show.
Stories that the reaper sows,
Keep us entertained all night.
Two hearts beating as one. Beating together in time.

Eating our dinners in great halls,
Made of concrete, stone and pine.
The paintings by her hand
Its walls enshrine.
Arguing blissfully, our friends always close by,
About the lessons, the troubles
And the stories of our time.
Two hearts beating as one. Beating together in time.

The photographer, the sculptor,
A Duchess cloaked in fire.
In galleries of art we play.
Her eyes soft and kind.
An apprentice paints a picture
About the death of a mime.
And Romeo and Juliet hanging sculptures on the wall;
In the hours of the midnight light
The drunk man screams out his calls.
She kisses me on the cheek and whispers in my ear;
Stories of love and soft romance
And what the future holds in store.
Two hearts beating as one. Beating together in time.

Conversations on politics and strange needless wars.
Apparitions of women in tears;
Their bodies battered and torn.
Of Picasso and the soup cans;
The stories the Mayfairs told.
In little rooms and passage ways,
We play and run at morn.
Hiding from the housekeepers
That we so playfully scorn.
Two hearts beating as one. Beating together in time.

To the crossroads our paths did come.
Which direction shall we go?
One leading to happiness;
The others we don’t know.
The paths unseen; those ends unknown.
The directions we might go
All leading to the same little house;
And the place we can call our home.
Two hearts beating as one. Beating together in time.


- Written by: Craig Gardner

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A rainy Day in May - Craig Gardner

A rainy Day in May

A desolate rain blankets the May sky
Feelings seem to be lost as the days go by.
My body feels too weak to hold this frustration inside.
Its skin is tearing trying to contain it.
A chrysalis that’s ready to break at any given chime.

If only I could give it a name
Maybe it will quietly die down!
But that’s a fool’s wish
That’s the thoughts of a na├»ve child

Truth is it will never go away
Deep inside it will only get stronger,
more desperate as May passes to June,
June passes to July
And the years trickle so idly by.

If only I could give it a name
Am I becoming deaf to its cry?
That false suppression has only made it hate me more.
It’s on the move and it seems that it’s only a matter a matter of time

Ah, but time itself seems like a pin waiting to strike.
To pierce my chrysalis and release that monster banging inside.
A darkness; a hate we thought had long been beaten
and imprisoned in the depths of gentle souls

But the heart wouldn’t have it.
It has been shown the true colours of this world to many times.
For where there is light; shadows will always be waiting to rise.
Black hearts shown the dark, can never return to the light.

In the shadows they will work;
They will gather their strength and when the time is right
They will show the light, the beautiful light
What it means to walk in the night, the arcane night.


- Written by: Craig Gardner

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We can be Societal - By Craig Gardner

We can be Societal

we can be societal
I can be societal.
It flows in my veins.
I can converse with the cronies on their playgrounds;
Drinking tea and talking commerce shop.

I can be societal.
I’m the tapestry that decorates its frames.
I can entertain the faceless man.
With stories and hoaxes
Of their nameless revenge.

I can be societal.
It’s been scarred into my skin.
I can behave in its banquets.
Masquerades of insecurity.
Gatherings so superfluous in nature and folly in purpose.

I can be societal.
It’s a self-crucifying state of mind.
Yes! I can be societal.
Acceptably normal.
Then that reverie ends
Then contemplation sets in.
Who am i?


- Written by: Craig Gardner

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On a Golden Evening - By Todd Meade

On a Golden Evening

On a golden evening
approaching the seashore
where crashing waves
of old tumbled unceasingly
upon the sweeping sands,
the grey tides have now
fled further out and away,
have subdued their cascading rolls
that on a time used to dance and sparkle
like golden fire under sunlit skies ~
Behold the silence
of the exposed seabed
where various items
from the living ocean
now lay discarded and dead
on the bone-dry sands ~
The shorelines have shifted;
the shape of all lands
has now been changed ~
Fellow-folk who
once strolled these shores
with light step
and rosy cheek
now hobble stone-stiff
to gaze upon the remnants
of the fading seas of yesterday ~
The somber winter-frost has settled
upon the heads of those
who once held sway
and prominence
but who now look for comfort
in the light and laughter
of younger lives ~
Yet knowing that they themselves
are drifting away from
the vibrant shore
their feet affixed not as surely
upon these hither-lands,
where the new buds of spring
are even now blossoming,
they stoop their weary heads
under the weight of many years
and view all lands
as from a distant horizon
where sun is setting
and eyes are dimming ~
They manage a smile
and softly whisper
to all these things:
“goodbye” ~


- Written by: Todd Meade

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THE CHAINED HEART - By Sylvia Salima

THE CHAINED HEART

Unchain this wounded heart: let the healing conquer the patches
Unchain this wounded soul: let love flow through it's crystal clear veins
Unchain me: Unchain my heart

Through your love: I found myself
Through your sorrow: I got hurt
Through your pain: I found never drying tears
Unchain me: Unchain my heart

I held on too long
I held on something strong
I held on something sincer
I held on something special

Unchain me: Unchain my heart

Am in a prison: A prison of love
Finding the key for unknown locks is complicated
Setting me free is the last option in his mind
For the pain: I went through
For the love your found hard to return
For the times you took me for granted
Unchain me: Unchain my heart;

Unchain me: Unchain my heart
A heart that loves you:
A heart that waited for you
A heart that is bleeding
A heart that is almost loosing its beat

Unchain me: Unchain this wounded heart of mine


- Written by: Sylviah Salima

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