The green blade of grass dripped dry,
After the rain had stopped.
But one little raindrop didn't fall,
And hung on to the grass.
Along came a butterfly, thirsty as can be,
Who saw the little raindrop, hanging on tightly.
She took a little sip,
And flew into the sky,
Goodbye little butterfly.

Then, the little raindrop fell of the blade,
And sank down into the mud.
It sank deeper and deeper,
Into the depths of the unknown.

Strip for the sea
My sweet maiden
The sea is awake
Let it reveal its dreams

The angelic blue
Claims a shadow behind
The piercing rutilant sun
Embarking on day

Forgive the sun
My righteous maiden
May i join you?

As we swim
Deeper and Deeper
Away from the sun
My heart beat
Steeper and Steeper


Drown you in my love

She has fire in her veins,
fire in her hair.
She might light your world afire today.
So beware!

Her autumn reflection,
burning bright,
has much detection
throughout her night.

She has a hurting spirit,
but a proud name.
The fire she did inherit
is in her eyes the flame.

A mist of rain does tend to descend,
threatening her torch with dread,
but in spite of its might and unceasing end,
the fire is never dead.

WAR

War and peace does it go, no one knows

From legend to myths to worries of Thor Viking God of war

What is war, does it have no meaning?

Where sons and daughters are trained to fight a system, where governments fail to parade

Where names of loved ones go to the grave

Does war ignite the fire, to unfold the targets that we have become

The exposure, the rapid response to destroy life our future

Where authority is given to people who sit in style, as people die for a country that has deserted them

No escape I am afraid, Who is to blame?



                                                                                     L STUART 09

I give you everything,
I say no more,
You leave me standing by the door.
I want to stay,
I want to fight,
But you won’t listen to my plight.
I leave the light on,
I go to bed,
Thoughts of you churn round my head.
I feel empty,
I feel sick,
You turn me off with a click.
I’ve given up,
I’ve hit dawn,
But you won’t miss me when I’m gone.

The tour guide asks
If I'd like to photograph
The bullet hole
In his forehead.

He was one of six survivors and
Gives white people tours five days a week
Of the forty thousand dead,
Pointing out his baby brother's bones,
His mother's skirt,
His lover's toes.

This survivor knows.
With a bullet to the head
He escaped death,
But not the days he lived
Piled amongst the dead.

Standing still and silent,
I respond only in smiling
To his insistence I take pictures
Of tragedy's remaining pieces and
Strangers' screaming skeletons.

Take more, he tells me, always.
A smile, one arm folded formally behind his back,
The other pointing from bone to bone.

I hold my camera to my eyes,
Pretend to press a button every few seconds
While following behind.

I can not take anything from a place already *****.
Except for this man and the bullet he carries,
Nothing is left.

Here, I can not take photographs.

today we saw
a baby bird, fallen out of
its nest,
the little black feathers puffed
around its small frame.
tiny ball of fluff, we
almost missed it in the grass.
we came close to inspect and
it opened its yellow beak, and
screamed for its mother.
we could not help it,
could not touch it without
ruining its chances for survival.
"its mother will
reject it if she smells you on the child."
it reminded me of
that 15 yr old girl's ghost,
who decided while living that
death was better than to
let the soldiers **** her over and
over and over again.
how many times did she scream, and
lose faith in God,
before taking her own life?
"her own people would stone her anyway,
if they knew she had been *****"
their only excuse for breaking her spirit.
when we went back to the grass
a couple hours later, the
bird was still there. still screaming, but
no sound could escape its throat.
i will scream for you
i will cry for you
i will fight for you
i will keep screaming
*******
to the world
until my throat goes dry, because
i have to keep hope
alive
somehow.

Life I can't take
I feel like I'm gonna break
Inside
I can't hide
In my mind you'll still be there
Beating me down without a care
Take all you can take
You make me try so hard
To please your every thought of me
I want to fall into a hole
So dark I cannot see the light
**** my feelings and spit on me
You see the pain in my eyes?
If I ever needed you
Now is when I need you the most
But you see only what you want
Your words have haunted me
more than you know
I can't trust you anymore
You make my pain immortal
It lasted through the years,
I've been on this earth
Drowning in a pool of heartache
There's no mercy
No relief to help me
Revive this shell that walks this plain
Shock this heart of mine
Let me breathe
Let me live again
Why do you make me feel this way?
I'm dying...
Hear me scream
and not a sound come out
I'm deaf, blind and numb
from pain I can't refuse
From me to you
You've had your fun
Now my life's on the line
The line I hang from
Why do you make me feel this way?
I'm dying...
Inside...