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 Dec 2014 Mouth Piece
Mike Hauser
Words come in different shapes
They come in different sounds
Words come from up above
They come from underground
You can dress them up real fancy
Take them into town
But you best be on your guard
When words are around

Words come in different sizes
They come in different flavors
Some of them are bitter
While other words you savor
Words can be uplifting
Words they can be hateful
Some of them are free
Other words you pay for

They hold onto their meaning
Until a new one comes along
Words are living and breathing
As they stand in lines of poems
Words will slightly whisper
When they don't want to be known
They'd rather speak than listen
Words need other words to feel whole

Words can speak of evil
Words can hold the hand of God
They can also be deceitful
When dealing with the heart
Words can leave you hanging
Always needing more
Words will always have their say
And are well worth waiting for
 Dec 2014 Mouth Piece
Noor
Lover, understand
That my tongue and my eyes rarely speak the same language
But when they do, the world burns
Sometimes in honesty, sometimes in ferocity
Aren't they the same thing?

Tell me to leave my world behind and run with you
And I will drop my razor blade
And you won't understand
And just like that, the dreams
Dry
Up.

(Telling you my secrets is beginning to feel more claustrophobic than it used to.)
You can do nothing, when you're out on your own.  It takes the Almighty God, to allow you to make it home.
You can do nothing, when you think you have it all in control.  Only God has power to handle it, only God is bold.
You can do nothing, when your eyes are dim.  You need to take the hands of God, so you can follow Him.
You can do nothing, when you think you have it made.  It takes a Holy God, who is able to save.
You can do nothing, when it comes to using your mind.  It takes a powerful God, to keep everything in line.
You can do nothing, when you think you are God.  In order to put  you on the right road, He may have to use His rod.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing
 Feb 2014 Mouth Piece
Emily Tyler
God
And they forgot about me
Let sin take over
As soon as Eve
Laid a pearly white finger
Upon the flesh of the apple

For those first poisoned bites
Sent wedges
Like earthquakes
In between us.

A huge crack of rubble
Uncrossed,
No bridges to connect

And dust filled the air between
To cut off breath
And to cut you off from me
So you could not see me
And you could not hear me

But I want to know you
I want to hear your voice
I want to know you more.

I want to touch you
I want to see your face
I want to know you more.

And that injection
That sin
Coursed through your veins
And thickened the blood
That connected us
And made it thick and dull and cancerous
Until it was still.

And one day
I hope for a cure
To this evil disease.

Something to help blood flow
Like a river from the crimson heart.
And I will send
A
Bridge between us
To connect us once more
And make a swept
Breeze to clear the air.


I will send Jesus.
This is inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt for today.
 Jan 2014 Mouth Piece
Mike Hauser
Who am I Lord
That you are mindful of me
A tiny drop of rain
In a wide expansive sea
What could I ever give
That you could ever need
Who am I Lord
That you are mindful of me

Who am I Lord
That you should bless this wretched man
In all the scope of time
I'm but one single grain of sand
After all I've put you through
You still take me as I am
Who am I Lord
That you should bless this wretched man

Who am I lord
That I would ever deserve
All the mercy poured on me
In the power of your word
Why did you choose these ears
To be the ones to have heard
Who am I Lord
That I would ever deserve

Who Am I Lord
That you could want this heart of mine
It's so rough around the edges
It's been hurt so many times
I know that if I give it to you
It will be forever thine
Who am I Lord
That you could want this heart of mine

It is only by the blood of Christ
That I know exactly who I am
And only by that precious blood
Do I now have the power to stand
The power in your blood poured out
To justify this sinful man
It is only by the blood of Christ
That I know exactly who I am
I like the color of your sweater and the stripes on your sleeves and I especially like how the ends fray and the gray looks more like milk than it does a rainy day sky or a weatherbeaten road.

2. The reason I stepped back was not because you smelled funny, or that I was shocked to find you there, but because the air condition was hitting me right on the shoulders and I left my red sweater at home.

3. Okay, so maybe I was a bit shocked at finding you there; it’s just that you’re the first one who’s ever bothered lingering at the poetry section besides me, and I’m not good with surprises; in fact, I hate surprises.

4. But you’re a good kind of surprise.

5. I like your glasses. I used to have a pair just like them before someone removed them and told me that I should learn to see differently. Things have been kind of unclear since then, but I’m learning how to hold onto the side rails.

6. I hope you’ll let me remove yours, too.

7. Your hair looks like a bird’s nest. I wonder if you’re hiding life or pieces of green bottle in there. That’s a lovely shade of brown, by the way. I’ve never seen chocolate curls before.

8. Do you think that if a pine wants to, it will grow until its branches poke holes in the sky for stars and pinecones to fall out so we can catch them in our palms and compare who got the most scratches and who caught the most stardust?

9. The book you picked up happens to be my favorite. If you turn to page 118 you’ll find a poem about churning seas, angry thunderclouds, and a drifting boat that lost its sail.

10. I think I finally found my sail.
Audio here. https://soundcloud.com/sofiyichka/10-things-i-shouldve-said-to-the-boy-at-the-bookstore
 Dec 2013 Mouth Piece
Frisk
the quietest words are the loudest
      knowledge and open eyes to the real world
                           through prose i speak and speak alone
                                           nobody encouraged me to be outspoken
                                                       ­   i was a shut-in, trapped for months
                                                          ­   like anne frank, with only power in writing
                                                         ­            i found power in words, nobody taught me
                                                                ­                   how to live, but i learned how to exist in
                                                              ­                 a world lost in it's sin, a mediocre society
                                                         ­                lost in it's power of indulgences and faith
                                                           ­        with paper and pen, i can capture honesty
                                                    the most brutal tragedy, the most beautiful love
                                      i've never felt intense fear, like hanging off a cliff fear
                               but i've been pushed to that cliff one too many times
                     i've always been scared of heights and losing someone
               but my fears are all in my head, my heart is power
         my heart is courage, my heart is love
it is the first and last thing i have

- kra
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