There will be blood on his hands none in his heart.
A boy is shot. A girl is *****.
Where is the man in charge.
A school has a,shooting, people in a church gun down.
What is the man in charge of doing.
Young and old being killed for no reason at all.
There is blood on his hands because he has none in his heart.
Soldiers are dying all over the world.Even on our streets.
Who is in charge. He has blood on his hands and no blood or love in his heart.

By =arcassin b= & vango

it is January 1st and another
Year has gone by,

=I won't let my future ambitious
Die=

* tis the day of a year where dreams
For a new better year lie,

=have no fear it's the new year and
There's no time to cry=

nor time to let ole Lang sine be
Forgotten is the time to make
Promises,

=to never cover all of your losses=

with new years comes a bed of
Roses
A parade last years faults,

=a year that you won't forget
With children and adults=

and the innocents just got caught*
Up in,

=the icy frozen tundra where they
Keep the sin=

is thawing now, we are caught
up in.


Happy New Years!!!!!!

Shakespeare, Keats, Byron and our own Nat Lipstadt
Great men, great poets but!!!!
What do you lesser mortals want to read?
Simple words? Simple phrases?
Some of you just like me
Can't work out the difference between a green salad and a metaphor
But that doesn't matter
We care not
Because we write with love
No pretentious ideas of lasting glory
We write primarily for you,for us
We write because we love words

Why do we fight each other
Dear sisters and dear brothers
We all have different mothers

Yet we're all the same

We've become so divided
It has gotten hard to hide it
With no way to deny it

That we are all to blame

Some pull left while some pull right
Different as noon day and mid-night
The truth we search we've yet to find

Could we be too late

We must till the earth of this dirt
Free it from weeds of the hurt
From each other we can learn

If we listen more than say

Stop this bickering amongst each other
Dear sisters and dear brothers
Find common ground with each other

It's the only way we'll save

The Day

Doom laden
Light my way
With candle of blackest tallow
And flame of brightest white
I follow my nature
My gravitation
Without question

Godless and lawless
Out of the wild I came
Still wet and trembling
Hairless and bared to all
I lived off the fruit of the land
And open to the sky
As is the way of my kind

What did I know of fences?
Or of lines on a map
All I saw was plenty for all
I knew nothing of money
I knew only being fed and being hungry
So they called me thief
They called me savage

Doom laden
Light my way
With candle dripping tallow
And flame of dimmest red
With hesitation I follow
Stumbling and lost no doubt
Yet still I follow

                              By Phil Roberts