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 Aug 2014
Sharina Saad
The roses died

Oh my roses
All torn and dried out
Oh my roses died today
The garden looks so gloomy
Dried leaves on the ground
Colorless flowers thrown apart
Oh my garden of roses
a Killing field
a mourning place

The plants bowing and mourning
The smell of death
is everywhere...

All of a sudden
heavy rain falls from the sky
Clears aways the evidences
of terror...
Like nothing has ever happened

in my garden of roses
It wasn't a suicide
I plotted the death
A brilliant plan
I denied their rights to live

The rain washed away
all the debris...
The truth is forever hidden

Tomorrow...
I have a new plant
A new garden to be praised
and soon they will  forget  the roses...
My condolence to all family members and relatives and friends of passengers of flight MH 370 and MH 17 ... Good night Malaysia.
 Aug 2014
The Messiah Complex
Sometimes, I believe you were conceived in the womb of *Aphrodite
the subtle migrations of your mouth and tongue
manipulating my body in ways
that would make a courtesan blush

let me worship at the altar between your thighs

Sometimes, I think you are a descendant of Moses
your fingertips guiding me into warm places
your thighs and valleys so divine
I can't help but get lost in them

your lips and hidden places always causing exodus

Sometimes, I imagine you as a rose
your petals opening gracefully for select eyes
beautiful, in your surrender
your thorns, a barrier to most, yet

I would brave them, just to drink the dew from between your buds

Sometimes, I just need to know that you're mine
nothing more & nothing less than what  **you are
Written by Billy Dixon
August 5, 2014
 Aug 2014
The Messiah Complex
If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.
-Malcolm X

I once read “The history of the world
is but the biography of great men.

I read those words slowly, then paused
so I could take them all in

Show me a great man
and I'll show you a history of lies
historians cleansing blood from hand
muting the truth, no matter how loud it cries

The biographies of the "great" are almost always
inked in the blood of martyrs and greater men
scarring temporal lobes, and obfuscating memory
the sword, falling prey to pen


"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws
"
-Jim Morrison
I wanted to add a sidenote.  Just because you find me quoting certain people of questionable character, whether it be in yours or other's eyes, does not mean I condone the individual, I just like a particular quote's message and I can separate that from the individual.
 Aug 2014
SG Holter
My voice and guitar echoed from
The wall of rain outside my
Window.

Wasps seek shelter like little
Refugees; pass my face and
Settle inside to

Dry little wings under roof.
I wave them only away from
My glass of wine.

All are welcome. Rain falls
Harder on the small.
Shelter and space.

Such easy
Things to
Share.  

Nothing unhuman
Could ever be a
Stranger.
 Aug 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Filled With Lessons Learned

You are born with the life God gives you
Will die with the life you've earned
So take the time that's in between
And fill it with lessons learned

Give yourself to others
Work harder then the rest
Live your life and do what's right
Just trying to do your best

Show the world something new
Give more then you take
Understand different points of view
And love more than you hate

Place a smile on a child's face
Make someone's dreams come true
Open up your heart and soul
And say more I love you's'

You are born with the life God gives you
Will die with the life you've earned
So take the time that's in between
And fill it with lessons learned


Carl Joseph Roberts
 Aug 2014
SG Holter
Your true life began with your
Hands putting colour to  

Paper.
It was your first breath.

Words came to you, one by one;
Like steps; you learned to walk.

We held your hands as you
Progressed laughing, singing:

                       I want more.

I want to create. Transfer thoughts.

You reached your teens with your

First poem. The one about kittens.
Sometimes you fell.

Came home from school crying
Over painful words; rejection.

We had been through it too, and
Knew how to pick you back up,

Sit you down at a table to write
It out. *Just write, sweetheart.  

                       Just write.
 Jul 2014
Awesome Annie
I whisper your name to myself,
and it puts this smile on my lips that's hard to wash away.
This feeling that's come over me,
Is so very warm.
It spreads with delight from the top of my head,
to the very tips of my toes.

I'm tangled in words and emotions, thoughts spin out of control. Hypnotising me in endless day dreams. Possibilities as countless as heart beats.

You must be my new fascination.
I'm beginning to settle in,
becoming to comfortable in your thoughts.
I wonder how good your lips might taste touching mine,
How your body might feel under my touch.


Lay me down,
Let me belong to you.
Just don't let me fade away...
I crave to be more then an indent on your bed sheets.
This time,
I want more then a once whispered name.
 Jul 2014
SG Holter
The way the sun breaks through
Clouds dark with rain

Above a city that doesn't mind
Either

Reminds me that somewhere 
Something

Really good
is happening
To someone deserving

Right
Now
 Jul 2014
Terry Collett
Lizbeth let me out
the front door
while her parents rowed
in the kitchen
at the back

she was still only wearing
her ******* and bra

she wanted me to stay
but I couldn't stomach
her parents finding me there
especially as they
were in a foul mood
rowing

she closed the door
and was gone

I waited for the next bus
back to my house
miles away
and wondered what
she would be doing
back at her place

would she get dressed?
would her mother notice
her own long red dress
had been taken out and worn?

I imagined her back
in her room sulking
because I hadn't
had *** with her
despite her planning
despite her standing
by her bed
in ******* and bra

even when her parents
came home early
she was still up for it

I tried to imagine her
in her untidy room
putting on
the Fats Domino LP
and playing it loud
and prancing around
dancing

my bus came along
and I got on
and paid the fare

but unknown to me
she'd put on
the Buddy Holly LP
and sat
in her ******* and bra
staring
and not caring.
BOY AND GIRL AND DISAPPOINTMENT IN 1961.
 Jul 2014
SG Holter
As younger, I'd look to
The skies and ask
For a warrior's death; to
Die with my shoes on,
Protecting something
With my blood.

Now I ask to live a
Lifetime with my shoes
Off. Humble before
Gods and family.
Protecting everything.
With my life.
 Jul 2014
Poetic T
On the cliff top I stand
I see the light house,
Shining its light to the distance
In to the darkness, to bring light,
I stand,
I look,
Its crumbling underneath me,
Cliff top of broken dreams,
But empty underneath,
Like me it is falling to a place it cant escape,
I am coming apart,
Till that time where I will fall to my knees
My arms holding me up,
Slowly they will crumble
I will be like the cliff top
Washed away
Just parts left not recognised as before
I am crumbling,
Falling to pieces,
Washed away in to the ocean of regret
I saw a light house in the distance,
But I have fallen to pieces
Nothing can save me this time.
 Jul 2014
Jack
What can I say, what can I do
But send a poem that is new
A birthday wish sent straight to you
In rhyming words from me

You’ve always been the greatest friend
the one I know I can depend
So on this day to you I send
This poem so you see

That all I need is in your smile
Shining bright in wondrous style
To linger here with me a while
In beautiful display

I hope that you know what I mean
As now you’re turning seventeen
To share with you this birthday dream
On this your special day


And here is a birthday song for you.
I hope you can hear me singing it to you

Today is the day that we all celebrate it's your Birthday
Today is the day that we all come to wish you good cheer
Today is the day to be thankful for all that has happened
For...tomorrows the day that your life gets to start a new year

Happy Birthday my Sweet Friend
A special wish for all that makes you happy on your seventeenth birthday my sweetest friend.
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