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 May 2015
Janine Jacobs
Narrow minds plague our streets
Ignorant views and empty arguments
Hearts filled with hatred for no reason

Are we not a country that fought for equality
Has the long walk of freedom not been walked for us
Did I misunderstand the meaning of Ubuntu

What happened to love, peace and empathy
The simplicity of an act of kindness
Has fear swept all your morals away?

They bleed when they are cut
They cry when they are sad
We breath the same air
Laugh at the same jokes
and even dream the same dreams

We are the same
It's not even about colour
How is their black different to yours?
brother hating brother
They too are Africa

Soften your blows
Try on their shoes
Its hurting them
and it will hurt you too
Recent Xenophobic attacks in South Africa
 May 2015
Luna Lynn
it's 6 in the morning and i'm listening to the blues
the soul in the sax plays a tune to mimic the rhythm of my feelings
a crescendo of colorful sound to express my inability to decide whether to take the road that's right or left
which ever road leads me back to you

you see it's like a magnetism--our love
no matter if the fire burns down the walls around us
or the flood of our tears washes us down the hillside
nothing separates us for more than a moment
and here we stand back at the crossroads
again

so i'm going to take this midnight train to Georgia
for the love of you
because when a man loves a woman
there ain't no mountain high enough
to keep them apart
lean on me, and i'll see you through
hold me, so you can help me stand too
we can be whoever we're to be
it's no one else's business
we can be free--just the two of us

in my heart, my baby love
some day, we'll be together

again.
(C) Maxwell 2015
being dead inside is a paradox.
a contradiction. polar opposites.
you feel nothing at all, but at the same time you're feeling something.
there are no intense emotions yet, feeling so dead inside is an intense emotion in itself.
you're comforted by the fact that you won't feel any bad emotions but
at the same time, you're dissatisfied because you won't feel any good emotions either.
being dead inside is great when your lover leaves you, when your friend dies, when everything comes crumbling down at once ... because you won't feel it as much.
being dead inside is terrible when your lover tries to kiss you, when your friend invites you on a vacation, when everything starts coming together ... because you won't feel it as much either.
 May 2015
Amitav Radiance
Fine lines appear
Splitting the thick veneer
Many layers of thoughts
Seems to give away
Because of inclement weather
Layer by layer
Scraped away to the core
Hope of revealing the truth
 May 2015
Sjr1000
Pharmaceutical Commercial

A senior serene woman
with blissful eyes
lays down in a garden of dandelions and kale
spreads her legs to the warming sun.
"Lack of desire? Ask your doctor about Libidothan.
Side effects may include:
Nose bleeds
liver damage
heart failure
marry your daughter
make you touch your toes
stand on your nose
Grows hair on your head
Gives you *****
Grows hair there too
Makes you feel so funny
like a long neck goose
make you shout out
baby that's a what I like!

Inform your doctor
if it cures you or kills you"


Phone Tree
"Please listen carefully for our menu has changed. Your business is very important to us.

Press one to speak with the universal complaint department.
Press two to find out the exact moment and cause of your death.
Press three to find out who your lover is having an affair with.
Four to speak directly to god or Santa
Five to speak to satan.
Please leave a message.

This voice mail is not monitored.

Have a nice day!"

Pastoral Chic
(On the label of chicken parts)

The McDougal family farm
set in the rolling green hills,
Petaluma California,
Where small towns know how to live,
And neighbors take care of each other,
Our family farm,
Five thousand square feet
of slaughtered chickens
feeling the love of what it means
To be in a family farmers tender care,
From our ****** floors
to your dining room table,
From our family to yours
with tender loving care.
(No antibiotics/gluten free/humanely destroyed)
Please feel free to add your own.
"Feel so funny. . ."  Jerry Lee Lewis/The Big Booper; Chantilly Lace/jp Richardson, 1958.
 May 2015
Mercurychyld
Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
 May 2015
Sean Stull
"Oh say can you see,
our land of constant misery.
Where dreams are crushed and faded,
from the Nightmare we've created.

We are born full of wonder,
till our lives are covered with terrible thunder.
Hopeless we've become,
a country so accustom to glum.

We are taught education is God,
but really it's just a facade.
Learning was never the mission,
greed caused this division.

Smart kids made depressed,
over a school system we don't address.
They can't get the perfect grades,
so they turn to blades.

State testing, grades, our lives judged by paper,
so much stress caused, some choose to meet the Maker.
Future doctors shunned because of a bad grade in History,
they are instead forced to live a life of misery.

Colleges and the goverment want only the "best",
so who cares about all the rest?
The man who could fix the economy?
Put down because of a bad grade in Biology.

Speaking of money,
wanna know what's funny?
Our future crippled with debt,
but yet they tell us not to fret.

Other countries' colleges are free,
but us Americans can surely handle such a "small" fee.
The system feeds on our scores and money,
while some of us live on crumbs, isn't that funny?

We start our adult lives behind,
and the goverment doesn't seem to mind.
We have to make the change,
we surely can't be this deranged.

We are the ones who have to fight,
with ALL of our might!
Remember, life isn't fair,
espcially in this American Nightmare......"
this is a poem about my feelings toward the American School system
 May 2015
Just Melz
we search for secrets
and lies because we
can't understand
the realities
in our
minds
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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i began
as a spark / i have
a father and i have a
mother / i could be your
sister / i     could be your
brother / i am broken
          under a surgical
knife / medical garbage  
     that once was a life  
      i might have been  
named if given a
chance / i might
have married and      
i might have danced               
i will never be born                         
i'll never draw          
breath  


mom's life will be shattered
because of my death

a glint in dad's eyes
but no thought in his head
i once was a baby

*and now I am

DEAD.
soulsurvivor
(c) 5/23/2015

I tried to make this
Look like a broken
Embryo

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 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
this song will be
on YouTube next month

locks of flesh
and bars of bone
in these bodies we're alone

holding on for all we're worth
in this prison made of earth

why is it that we so love
this foolish thing that's just a glove?

why is it that we despise
the spirit in us that is wise?

we fight and clamour for this cell
trapped inside a
wishing well

-

we wish for wealth we can abuse
having jewelry, clothes and shoes

we wish for mansions,
yachts and things
we wish to fly, but don't have wings

we flip through magazines and books
how we envy other's looks!

tho they're beautiful and bold
the eyes are windows of the soul

look inside, it's just a shell
just another
wishing well

---

Jesus looks upon the heart
the spirit in us has a part

is Bible reading in your plan?
do you feed your Spirit Man?

do you have a nagging fear?
do you listen with your ears?

or do you try to just dispell
the angst inside the
wishing well

---

you disregard the hole inside
and all it is is foolish pride

we don't know, we disagree
we may have eyes but cannot see

we may have "fun" but it's an act
we're just deceived, and that's a fact

those who are blind will find it's hell
down inside the

WISHING WELL**


soulsurvivor
written 2009
rewrite 5/20/2015
I've rewritten this a bit as I don't
have the original poem at hand

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