Troublesome at dawn
Ridiculing the pavement
Targeting the mind
Heatwave trembling the veins

Right there doctor
Feeling the pain
Endless pain barking shadows
Each breath is painstaking

How do you feel right now
Gaze at him holding my head
Another powerful dosage
Taking some nameless painkillers

Right away doctor
Dangerous games sky falling
Earthquake in the chamber
A repetitious mockery darken sky

Being so stupid gosh gosh
Intellect neglect no dialectics
Uncontrollable of the mind
Quenching for the physical senses

Seating on the bench waiting
Sweating eyeballs dancing
Another prescription
Nameless painkillers

O doctor so grateful
Please listen to me
Living in the wilderness
The world of pain
It would be easy to be
On top of the games
As I speak
I'll use my PEN
P
E
N
KILLS THE PAIN

by
Jean C Bertrand

In there is semi lurid warm and dark
Thoughts pounding and gushing out with forces of momentum
Calmness inject solitary rest
Restitution of mind rerun light test

Temptation as rats, and rodents accompanied my companion
Unsolicited ****** bats *******
Relationship despise my sixfoot death row

Guffaw haunted voice echoed roaring
Cut by the gate closed, banging sound deafening
Makes fear wrestle boldness

Moreover in here am dead and forgetten in outer world
I have seen millions of orion light passed
Relatives and friends despise me for I speak the voice of truth
Better he lay there ant rot

My skin turns gholish white like a ghost
I give up my body and dance with my soul
I am a blessed soul enlightened with amethyst truth
My unwashed clothes are feed with snow detergent

And my waxing bone strong with rays of dark terruric energy trap
My sun never settle it shines
Eclipse of moon provides transculent illumination as I see divine
Flying high into a realm of self enlightenment in my death row as truth tow me
into a free being

by
Martin Ijir

Her soothing voice beat fast
Releasing temperance, joy, peace and love
Her smiles resonant sounds as a stone thrown into a river
Gushing ripples of air waves as a diver

I felt the rhythm in your words as they flow
I felt it upon my mind wind as they blow
Calmness of love fire burnt rhythmically

Flute of sound your voice pour as cloud
It breed slow romance dance
That's how I feel your presence in my sleep
As my heart dances to the rhythm of your breast

by
Martin Ijir

My heart is the heart of a child,
Who doesn't know how to say goodbye,
So I will wait for you,
In the corner of a verse!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Mothers are the cool shade in life,
Mothers are the only light in darkness,
Mothers are the blossom of spring,
Mothers are the ways of heaven,
Without a mother, would be no us,
Without a mother, we would be lost,
Mother’s are the cool shade in life,
Mother’s are the joy,
Satisfaction,
And peace in life!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

I am sewing a dress
with the thread of strength,
And knots of ambitions,
And when it’s ready,
Then will iron it
with the remission,
I am sewing my broken soul!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Dearest,

It seems the front is more dangerous in these waning days of spring and talks of peace were premature; I know yet not when I'll return

I long for moments under the two-trunk oak near farmer's bend where we spent many an afternoon.
And I'm embarrassed to say that I've thought of having taken your dress up above your waist on more than one occasion to distract myself from mortar rounds and far away cries in the darkness

Tomorrow it seems we are going to see the worst of it, at least that's what I've heard, though rumors, like ghosts, dance among the battlefields so I can't be certain

Dearest, I've loved you since you were eight years old, wearing your sister's shoes two sizes bigger than you feet could fill and freckles from cheek to cheek and I love you ever more still each day

I've not heard from you in so very long, the silence is nearly unbearable, though the mail has been unpredictable and I fight to stay positive.  I pray these words reach your eyes  with haste and this kiss your lips without.

Ever yours,