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 Nov 2016
Akira Chinen
All this noise in the world
And no one is listening
No one is noticing all the wrong
All the ugly words to the song
Children sitting gathered at tables
Laughing as they should
Laughing while they can
Life fast at their heels
Horror awaiting to replace their innocent
   days
And whose daughter will go first
Whose little girl will lose her will
      To smile
       To trust
        To love
Whose precious ray of sunshine
  Will be dragged
     To
        Dark alleys
         Dark couches
           Dark beds
Whose little flower will be
         Stomped on
         And crushed
         And dismembered
      And left living a life
      Constantly wishing for death
And who would do such a thing
   To such a sweet little smile
  Will it be by
    Monster or cousin
    Or uncle or father
    Or neighbor or stranger
    Or husband or friend
And whose little boy will lose his way
   Lose his way from patience
   And kindness and love
   And respect
Whose little boy will grow into brother
  Of brother of father of wealth
    And of name
Whose little boy will be taught by
  ignorance and ***** that he must be like
  the father of his brother of his brother
  of name and of wealth
Whose little son will grow into the monster
    of the illusion of being a man
Means taking whatever he wants
   whenever he can
Whose little monster will be left to wander
  and stray
    So far far away
     From the days of being
      A monster was only
        pretending and play
I sit and I sip coffee of sugar and cream
  And I wish and I pray that this was all
   A bad dream
But I cannot refuse or deny it
All this horrible horrible noise
Among the children laughing
With naive painted grins
I shudder inside of thoughts of their
                                       innocence gone
I tremble to know of futures of
                                        terrible wrongs
Whose will grow into murders of racism
  and hate
Whose will find themselves victims of ****
Whose will find themselves innocent
  locked behind bars awaiting death row
Who will turn into monster and beast
Who will turn into hero and friend
Whose little boy
Whose little girl
Will brave the road and pave the way
  To a future of endless
               Innocent days
It cannot be a day too soon
Let us hope it is not a day
                  Too late...
repost
 May 2016
Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
 May 2016
Cat Fiske
I thought he loved me,
even when he would hit me,
because I still loved him.

I want it back,
even with the bad.

I miss how he held me close.
I miss him fixing my problems.
I need him, to fix me again.

but he is gone,
because he left me,

I'm untouchable to others in the acts like love,
I'm a wreck since he packed up his bags and  just left,
I'm scared to have anyone else to love me like that.

because he took away my innocence I barely had grown to know,
I never had the time to be acquainted to my purity for he stole it,

It taken from me at age fifteen,
before I consented to love someone in that physical way,
before I knew he didn't really love me,

But he did love me. right?
that's what he had told me,

but I was made to believe a string of lies,
and when they finally un-twined,
I was left alone to wipe the tears from my eyes.

and I wonder still how it all got so bad,
How it all collapsed around me.

and it hurts to assess and see,
how he probably will be the only man to ever of loved me,
How he and I can't go back,

how I want it back,
How I hope for his phone call back,

but he never phones,
he never texts or writes,
he left me to wait for his return.

because I can only ever hope for it.
because I don't know how to continue my life.

He will never come back to me,
and I will never love someone the same,
and he will always be lingering in  my head,

until I pick up the phone,
to his overdue call.

but until then,
I can only ever imagine what would have been,
if we continued together further into life,

but for  now,
I'm stuck without him.
 Apr 2016
Born
Weep my child and do not hold pain within yourself for it will  turn into a snake
that devours you from the inside
 Apr 2016
SøułSurvivør
"I never made a mistake in my life.
I thought I did once, but I was wrong."

Charles M Shulz


There was once a greenhouse
Built so strong and high
The architect a genius
And built it to the sky

There was an imperfect one
Standing at the pane
The maker of the edifice
Thought she should be shamed

So he found a polished stone
Just the perfect size
He lobbed it with tremendous force
Got glass in HIS eyes!

There are *some
who're perfect
Mighty, strong, and hale
This is their tragic error

And they should not chuck SHALE!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/5/2016
"Let him who is without sin cast the first
Stone at her..." JESUS CHRIST

I very seldom put a "shine" on my own poetry. But this one MUST BE READ.

I can't really read today. Tomorrow I will have my own Wi-Fi and will concentrate on reading, God willing and the crick don't rise! Lol! Thanks!

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 Mar 2016
Ja
A light has faded
A voice gone silent
A hope is ended
A life now spent

The dreams are gone
The visions closed
The curtain drawn
The life reposed

That presence lost
That joy now ceased
That bridge was crossed
That life released

But love lives on
It will not cease
This life so short
Is now at peace
BOEMS BY JA 220
I wrote this for my nephew who died at age twenty one.
It seemed appropriate at this time and place. May you find peace
The Ded Poet
 Mar 2016
Ja
You should not regret
What you have done, badly
Those, are just mistakes

But

You should regret
What you haven't done, sadly
Those, become heartaches
WIZDUMBs BY JA 583                   06-07-2015
 Mar 2016
Jake muler
We live for work
While being on vacation
Still at the job, still getting scammed
While others are making millions
Ruining the country
World and nation.
They put us on plantations
To be corporate guinea pig's.
Teaching boys to stay little boys
Knocking men down to the misery bench.
We take pride in our friends and family doing good
Seeing them make it.
The corporations love to break that, for the purpose of power
Money hungry, seeing you dead dumbed and a delinquent
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