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 Feb 2011
Joseph Goodwin
Take me down
from this cloud
of ecstasy

The higher we go
the harder this fall
is gonna be

It took me nineteen years
to begin to know myself
How many more years
until I truly trust
someone else?

It's cold up here
There's groups of clouds
far as the eye can see

People crowd
floating around
mostly aimlessly

It took me twenty years
to begin to know myself
How many more years
until I truly love
someone else?

It's raining now
My cloud disintegrates
It wets my feet

The people crowd
anticipating my fall
almost expectantly

By twenty-one years
will I know myself?
How many more years
until I truly find
the root of doubt?
 Feb 2011
Joseph Goodwin
Please, stop talkin' 'bout yourself that way
as if you have a smaller brain
No one's buying that but you

You care too much about your good grades
and all the things your teachers say
Don't you know those thing will never last?

Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week

Well I don't want to know how much you get paid
or hear the ***** details 'bout the last time you got laid
Sometimes you really make me sick

You act like you have somethin' important to say
but then you treat people like animals
no, only a fool will listen to a word of it

Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week

Oh, how do drugs and cigarettes
help us to achieve
the greatness locked inside of us
that no one else sees
We're all wandering aroung
on nameless roads
the destination
no one knows

Lookin for a chance to bathe in the see

Please, don't be

The Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week
 Jan 2011
Ria Bautista
I
There once was a boy who lost his smile
His name was Colin Trench, born evil & vile
A pale-skinned young lad, tall, wide-eyed and frail
His ashen hair quite unkempt, but sometimes he puts it in a pony-tail
Always dressed in a proper black suit, bow tie & all
"It makes me look more evil" says he, standing proud and tall
He lived in a dark & dingy tower up on Dreadful Hills
Where birds refuse to sing and a mere glimpse would give anyone chills
His only consort is a cat named Lacrimose, vile & evil as he
Both love the taste of ginger bread, strawberry ale & rose tea

II
One dreary morning in November when Colin woke
He realized that he missed his smile, lost since he was a little bloke
He stepped out of his room and summoned his loyal cat
"O Lacrimose" he said, "Today we will find where my smile is at!"
They began searching the tower, high & low, left & right
"It's just around here somewhere" he whispered, "I probably lost it in the dead of night"
They pulled out old drawers, empty cupboards & dusty cabinets
But all they found were cobwebs, memorabilia & broken trinkets
"Ah Lacrimose!" shouted Colin, "Look what I found here!"
"This wind-up jumping frog was given to me by mother dear!"
They searched behind the curtains, under the bed and beneath the sheets
But all they found was another toy, a little black bird that tweets
"This little bird" he remembered, "I gave it a name"
"Ah yes, it's Horus and hide & seek was her favorite game."
He put both toys in his pocket and continued searching, never giving up
Colin & Lacrimose were determined to find the lost smile before the sun was up

III
They left the bedroom floor and down the basement they went
A dark & sinister place with walls of chipped cement
Colin turned the light on and a rusty typewriter is what they saw
“This clunky old machine” he said, “used to leave me in absolute awe.”
Pointing at the corner, he went on, “This is where father used to write”
“He read to me his wonderful adventures much to my delight.”
“Let’s go to the attic” he told Lacrimose with a sigh
“There’s nothing left to see here but half-written stories & goodbyes.”
So up the attic they went, but as they entered the floor began to creek
“This won’t take long, Lacrimose” he assured the cat, “We’re just going to have a little peek.”
“The last time I went up here” he recalled, “I was a little boy aged 7.”
“It was that fateful day I was told that my loving parents went to heaven.”
He looked at Lacrimose feeling somber as ever
And noticed his cat nibbling on what seems to be an old letter:
“Colin, our dear son” he read out loud, “We love you with all our hearts.
We’re sorry we had to leave you, in the morning we must part.
The choice is not ours to make, we have to fight for our country.
We’ll be home after the war is over, just in time for your birthday party.”


IV
As he held the letter in his hand, he sat on the floor and started to weep
His parents’ death he tried to forget, in his heart he buried it deep
“A few months after receiving this letter” Colin remembered completely,
“3 men in military uniforms informed me that my parents died valiantly.”
“They never made it to my 7th birthday, I had no reason to celebrate.”
“In my heart there used to be joy & love, but since that moment I replaced it with hate.”
And the days after that, Colin not once did cry
But today was different, he knew it was time to say goodbye
He went down the attic and walked to the garden behind the tower
Carrying with him Lacrimose, he picked up a tiny little flower
He approached his parents’ final resting place with hardly an upward glance
Colin yearned for forgiveness and this was his perfect chance

V
From his pocket he pulled out the wind-up frog & Horus, the little black bird
Along with the letter found in the attic and without saying a word
He neatly placed the items on the ground with the tiny flower on the side
Today Colin learned about acceptance; there is nothing left to hide
He began to speak and this is what he had to say:
“Forgive me mother & father, but your passing has left me in complete disarray.”
He kneeled on the ground and cried like he never did before
Tears streamed down his face and it didn’t stop ‘till his eyes were sore
His hands were shaking as he covered his face
He never did forget the loss he tried so hard to erase
As soon as he stood up and slowly opened his eyes
He saw on the horizon a beautiful & magnificent sunrise
Stepping through the field, wiping his tears away
To his loyal companion he said: “From now on we will have better days.”
“Lacrimose, my dear friend, we shall no longer be evil & vile”
Ah, it is a great day indeed for Colin Trench began to smile.
My first Children's Rhyme!

01.12.11
 Nov 2010
Morrey
As silence fills the air
beneath the cloudless skies
It gets darker every hour
as our weary eyes slowly close
You're moving closer as you sat
and you close your eyes to be away
away from everything
away from where we've been
A thousand faces, waiting people
A hundred hopes, a single wish
The world is fast asleep..
The world is fast asleep..
The night is calling
an open letter
The tears are falling
and it's keeping you
to write as nothing else is left
but to say it once again,
Goodbye..
say it one more time,
*Goodbye..
07-29-10
 Nov 2010
Morrey
Imagine these four walls
so small and so simple,
Try to look at the mirror
aged in time and the past
Sit here you're at peace
calmly breathe it all out
Now your safe..
Now your safe..
Reserved and hidden...
Now your safe..
Now your safe..
farewell my dear ...
Still there's a link
between you and the world
Still you can see the light of day
but away from them
away and apart
Think, don't sleep
your time is near..
 Nov 2010
Morrey
I live in a town of many hills
an everyday scene of people
like a familiar gesture
of hands of the ticking clock
I walk uphill in the morning
and downhill as the days end
As I sat for hours and think
of dreams I've had before
countless tales at some point
to where failure is a design
and reality is an instant
The day will end in an endless chat
like skies colored gray
that turns to black
Don't close the door
please wait for me
Down the hill,
I'm coming home
I live in a town of many hills
an everyday scene of people..
11-09-10
 Sep 2010
Ria Bautista
Let every person know  
that my heart is taken
  and my eyes can only gaze
   upon your sight,
My thoughts are filled with
fond memories of you
  and my tongue could only speak
   of my love's plight.

Let every person know
that without you my heart
  will cease to beat
    and my eyes are better off blind,
My hands would have lost its purpose
for they could not touch you
  and life would be
    so unkind.

Let every person know
that my love for you
  is without limit
   and that every breath of my life
    I dedicate to you,
My soul indeed
has found its mate
  a happy life together
   is what we shall create.
9.22.10
 Sep 2010
Ria Bautista
Deep in my heart lies my deepest regret
A once true love that has not been fulfilled
A love unlike anything anyone has ever seen
A love that truly has never been
For what is love but an informal vow?
An indecisive pixie running about
Stealing people's hearts?
That I may not know if love has struck me or not?
And in my regret, my heart dare not know
If this love has been fulfilled or not.
 Sep 2010
Ria Bautista
True love cannot be tampered upon
Or enclosed in glass and released at will,
It is not an insignificant slave
At the beck and call of its master,
For love has no master and its power so great
That once touched by love's endearing caress,
One must blindly obey.

True love does not follow reason
For reason could not understand a lover's heart,
It is not a pupil that can be taught
Nor a henchman that can be ordered around,
For love is free and unbinding
And all feeble attempts to restrain it shall be in vain.

True love cannot be grown from the seed of lust
Or plucked from jealousy's petals,
For once the desire has waned
The fruits shall wither and rot.
It needn't ask permission to reside in one's heart
For like a thief in the night
Love can come and go as it pleases.

Blessed are lovers' eyes
For they can see true beauty,
For beauty can only be seen
Through true love's eyes.
9.2.10
 Sep 2010
Ria Bautista
Mornings have never been
satisfying since
mornings when
I wake up knowing
you are mine.
9.6.10
 Sep 2010
D Conors
No need to say a word,
it's morning in the country,
leave the chirping for the birds.

Lay your precious head,
against my caring arm,
be silent now instead,
let me keep you safe from harm.

Each day I get to hear you,
speaking merrily to me,
I treasure all you say and do,
that lends a tender mystery.

So, take your words and tuck them,
deep inside your caring heart,
your eyes say everything they can,
and that's a wonderful way to start.
D. Conors
08 September 2010
 Sep 2010
D Conors
...sitting here
across from me again
(in my mind's wishful eye),
sipping coffee together,
light talk, some danish,
and an omelette, too
(i made it the way you like it,
just for you),
happy to be here
as the flaming
sunstreak rise lights up
the tender tips of the flowers
outside the window,
i fingertip-kiss your lips,
as the morning bird
breaks into song,
waking up the world,
whilst you and i
carry on
and your eyes
reflect the new day's skies,
it's nice, it's nice
to see you...
D. Conors
07 September 2010
 Sep 2010
Ria Bautista
take me to those troubled seas
you have so gallantly sailed
those high-brick walls you alone have climbed
where others seem to have failed

show me how to create rainbows
pine trees and candy bars
landscapes of silver and gold
even diamonds that look like stars

teach me how to appreciate life
beauty and love
tell me about mermaids and faeries
or even angels up above

for how wise you truly are my fragile one
a lot can be learned from you
in your own little world you have become
an artist with a different point of view

how i wish i could understand
these wonderful things only you can see
but with eyes like mine it's as if i'm blind
and this is all that i can be

but you my child with your poetic soul
the universe that you'll create
will be filled with joy and laughter
and a million reasons to celebrate
A piece I wrote a couple of years back. It's unfortunate that I failed to write down the exact date that it was written. It is for a friend's school project about a mother dealing with her child's autism.
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