Poetry

Something's the matter

with the clergy this day

When everyone's son

has a complaint to lay.

Numbering thousands

and still counting, pray.

When then, finally

will I have my say?

Attuned to the ways

of 'Diocese Roma'

Altar boys were 'in'

too long to remember.

It's during the reign

of Benedict, the pope

That souls from the pews

awakened new hope

To bring to their knees

the satans of 'please'

Accustomed to armchair

and of no less, ease.

Sit down before me

you 'men of the cloth'

Every last scoundrel

as part of the plot.

Remember the trust

we placed in your hand

We're now most uneven

as God's in command.

Then there's the choir

all together in song

Chirping forever

under'maestro's baton'

Singing their praises

for him, so well hung

No less amazing

is the wet of their tongue.

- C-More

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Box of dreams

I destroyed this box of dreams

This little box of me

Because I was afraid to look at myself

The me I could not see.

The girl with no definition

Girl confused and with no mission

Girl confused and torn apart

Whose parents constantly fought.

Either way I had to choose

But either way I had to lose

Either way I'd be a traitor

To keep the one and not the other.

Torturing nights of mind control

With no mother to console

Trapped between fear and loyalty

Migraine's constant company.

No hiding place, nowhere to run

Half-lies, half-truths, all meshed into one

Laugh for a time, then the tears come

In this constant war for blood.

Middle men draw political lines

Consolers breathe to the other side

And you're caught up in the middle

Hoping the implosion will bide its time.

But the implosion feeds on itself

Until there's none of you left

Then when you tip the edge it's nobody's fault

And we analyse and we move on.

- Lisa Gaye Taylor

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Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Only yesterday you gave me the gift of love

Only yesterday your presence pierced my heart like cupid's arrow.

Today nestled in my solitude

I crave your tender kisses and pine to succumb to your charm

Today my memories of us together are floating through the maze of life.

Today I watch as you exist like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle

Burning slow in the pleasures of this world, trying desperately to experience the things you yearn to find.

Only tomorrow can reveal the beauty of our soul

And expose our imperishable passion.

Tomorrow will you allow us to realise that our feelings are haunted with the silence we share.

But our love will always be here, even until tomorrow.

- Janeese Lawman

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Doubt

It's not that I can't,

But I figure it's because I won't.

It's too complicated to try,

And I'm simply unwilling to comply.

I hesitate to even attempt,

And then I'm left to circumvent.

Is it laziness or plain stupidity?

Because all believe I have the ability.

My teachers say it,

My mother believes it,

But I just can't accept it.

I start with a bang,

And end up feeling hopelessly wrong.

Sometimes I'm very enthused,

But shortly after I'm left bemused.

It's like I can never get it right,

Even if its right in my sight.

I see but can't touch,

I get a glimpse but never enough.

I don't believe its worth it anymore,

What's the sense when you can never fully step through the door?

It's all well and good that others believe,

But in the end it comes down to whether I can achieve.

Giving up is the only solution,

Or is it a mere reaction?

I may seem to lack determination and perseverance,

But explain to me, why I should continue,

When I have never won, not even once?

You say there is still hope,

But for now all I can think about is a rope.

Honestly, I'm not that kind of a person,

But right now I can't see another reason.

But now you go and mention God,

And that's enough for me not to sob.

Yes I agree

Because as long as there is life, there is hope.

- Jermaine South

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Untitled

Sold to the highest bidder

Lucifer.

But, there was no auction block

Certainly, there was a scramble.

These are willing slaves

Slave auctioneers

Offering to Daemeon

Principles, integrity, conscience

Willingly exchanged to be positioned.

Hems of skirts rest lightly on lower backs,

Trousers and delicate garments

fall to knees and ankles.

Willing recipients

Waiting to be penetrated

Voluntarily and involuntarily

Spilling malice, lies, fabricated truths.

All they desire to be

A twinkle

Of the Angel of Light.

- Vivienne Grant

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My elf self

My magical fairy-tale life

Begins January 2010

When I become an elf

Creator of the future

Every day with my pen

Writing across pages

Across eons of time

Slipping into unknown universes

Doing what my heart wants

What my soul wants

My spirit needs

My spirit self merged

Into one voice.

My magical fairy-tale life

Begins January 2010

When I become

The elf of myself.

- Abiona Pape

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Longing to be wild

I long to be wild

Strip my clothes off

Dance like a child

Run and play with my friends

Without doing anything mild

The blood coursing through my veins

With actions and words new to me

Like the present of a new morning

With unexpected things.

I long to be wild

Pull your hair

Whisper sweet nothings in your ear

That you can't bear,

Kiss you with pineapple juice

Sweet - on my lips,

Rub my head in your chest

The safest place to rest

Just here,

With your arms around me

In the cool, night air

The mystery of our togetherness

Not quite fair

But felt

Oh yes!

Just there.

- Abiona Pape