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joethecrow Feb 22, 2007

Fountain of Youth

Fountain of Youth
I live vicariously through your youthful eyes.
Each thing you learn is a new exciting surprise.
With every bump and scrape,
I feel your pain each time you ache.
I was just as excited about your first kiss.
I felt the disappointment each time you swung and missed.
You are my fountain of youth.
I even kept your very first tooth.
Wanting your life to be better than the one I had.
Having enjoyable moments being your dad.
Again, I am young if only in my mind.
Your experences take me where my body leaves me behind.

Cathy Feb 22, 2007

Slow Motion

Well all think that when someone says slow motion that it was like that from the start..

That it is always a good thing..

Well this simply is not true..

Things can be going very fast in our life like that world wind that just wont stop..

Going just as they should..

At a pace that we all know..

Possibly one that you have been a custom to since you were very young..

Then suddenly when things seem to be going so well..

Suddenly all the fear and confusion comes out..

So many misunderstanding..

They stop..

Cathy Feb 22, 2007

"They Don't Understand"

A past like hers is one that not many want to hear spoke of.. And she is afraid to share.. One that is filled with fear and pain.. Starting at such a young age that someone put upon her..A pain that should of never been made.. She should not be alive to tell the story.. Some many times she should of instead died.. At different times she has wished that she had. Because of the things that she has been Thur that nobody should have to go Thur.. "They don't understand" what they did to her.. How these things will and have effected her all her life..

joethecrow Feb 21, 2007

Poet's Wish

Poet’s Wish
Things that are recorded on these pages,
I wish to share throughout the ages.
My thoughts, experiences, and feelings,
or perhaps a problem from which I am dealing.
Interpret them through my perception,
knowing it is the truth with is no exception.
My thoughts I wish to pass through time.
I send my message with a rhyme.
Whether it is funny, insightful, or sad,
these are my life experiences, the good and bad.
Enjoy them as you read,
I hope my words have planted a seed.
Read them and grow,

Halliday Feb 20, 2007

Rivers of Tears

The people weep and wail as they starve,

And hunger daily for the wealth they have,

Yet they lack. The rivers of tears on their streets

Amidst so much as same they lack too much,

They roam naked and empty, amidst a world of

Wealth. The old mourn their young, the young

no hope for tomorrow. Their daily strife they see

as the way of life amongst a million paths in life.

In the ocean of wealth they sleep and wake,

The streams of possibilities, billions of realities

Halliday Feb 20, 2007

The Table Turned

The world is amazed at how the table turned,

as hungry men did what they must to feed their

starving wives and children, they picked from

the bin and feed themselves, they roamed

the streets in search of crumbs.

Then came the foreign workers and

the table turned. The men took a trade

most unfamiliar; the human batter, the

trading of money for a ransom to keep

alive the body and soul.

Quiet they were in their squalors.

Longsuffering they were in their pain.

Halliday Feb 20, 2007

Who Would You Send?

People’re starving and dying daily, the town is

dry, the young are hungry, the old are moaning,

no money, no water, no food, no light to see,

The evil politicians call for re-elections

By the same neighbours they’re killing.

God who would you send to save us?

It is barbaric, idiotic and evil too to climb to

Your throne on a skeleton of your brother,

it is sad, sorrowful and depressing to mount

the carcasses of your sisters to get to your goal.

Halliday Feb 19, 2007

Gone with the Gun

I’ve gone with the gun to help you win, Once you win with my gun And you sit on you throne, Elections over, see you never, Thugs tucked into obscurity whence they came and whence they return, Gun to gun, dust to dust, dog eat dog, Pauper returns to his roots in the gutters, To obscurity, his Neverland, whence he came, Still puffed-eyed with hunger and starvation, With no rivals to kill, weapons return to the giver, Done with the gun, the poor returns poor, dust to dust.

ab Feb 19, 2007

gardens are for growing gardeners

In distant place, a barren land blistered, beaten by sun and sand God whispered me, a silent plan plant a garden here young man Here my Lord?

ab Feb 18, 2007

a rendezvou with sin

It was a rendezvou with wrong dressed up to look like right Deception served our treacherous hearts to dim revealing light She stood before me, trembling, clothe in want to be unclothed and I had come to satisfy her sacrificial pose An old aquaintance met by chance, come to tempt my soul and I no different in her eye if truth to us be told Forbidden fruit upon our lips, the keepers out of sight Two lies that came to trade themselves on the alter of delight Why yield with such abandon?