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 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Louise
I saw you in the darkness
a silhouette
caused by the light of the moon

I saw you in my imagination
just staring at me
I, just stared at you

I saw you before closed eyes
a clear vision
beautiful, but gone too soon

I saw you in a dream
and wondered,
Did you see me too?
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Emma
People say
that time flies by
and one day
you realize as you're lying in bed
that you're 80 years old
and it's 3 in the morning
and you're trying to remember
what it was like to have
a 20 year old mind
and a 10 year old heart
but see
by the time I was 10
I already had a broken heart
see when I was 9
I met a boy whose eyes
put the stars to shame
a lad whose smile
could light up the entire world
see when I was nine
I met the boy of my dreams
But to him, I was but
another weird girl
see what he doesn't know
is that the first time I saw him
leaning up against that wall
I thought to myself
I don't want anyone else
but him
see what he doesn't know
is that as we grew older
I fell in love with him
see what he doesn't know
is that no matter how many times
he breaks my heart
my heart still looks
for him
but there is one thing
I know
and that is
that when time
suddenly flies by
and it's 3 in the morning
and I'm 80 years old
and have forgotten everything
and am trying to remember
what it was like to have
a 20 year old mind
and a 10 year old heart
I know
I know
that I will remember
**him
My bestfriend.
There is an emptiness within each of us. It is the great nothing people try so often and so vainly to fill with objects, feelings, deeds, people, or even love, itself. It is such a great hole in one’s self that often one feels it must be filled even with every wrong thing one can find, as long as the chasms are covered in and filled over. In doing so, one can at least pacify and fool one’s self that all is right, even when one knows such will consume them in the end. Just a way to feed the darkness, for the emptiness is only that in name. It is a label. It is a title. It is a disguise.

This emptiness...it is a living thing. Such a greedy, living thing. The more you cram down its throat, the more you stuff into its gullet, every crumb you toss into its smiling, razored jaws…nourishment to the beast that seeks to devour the soul from within. Oh, how it feasts so well, bloating and expanding, taking a little more of you with every morsel it is offered. With no effort required and no suggestions to make, this slothful and ever-greedy entity needs do nothing but sit back and let your thought processes continue on the wrong path. What better way to survive than on someone else’s ignorance and self-deception?

No invitations are needed. No introductions necessary. All one has to do is ignore and put off what the soul puts upon one’s heart…the tidal pull of the destiny you were created to fulfill; your purpose for being at all. Ignore this.  Make yourself deafened unto this voice. Do other things with your time. Convince yourself with every excuse. Deceive yourself with all the necessary lies. Tell yourself there’s already enough of such a thing in the world, whatever it may be. Sit on your *** and do plan B because it so much easier than standing up and falling down and having to stand up all over again. Become who you never wanted to be or settle for becoming less than who you are because you were too afraid to become what or who you were destined to be because of opposition, negativity, loss, doubt, or difficulty. Do nothing at all. It matters not, for the beast will feast regardless of your decision, as long as it is the wrong decision. The only way to truly fill this emptiness and drive it from your soul is to do what you were meant to do, and become who you were meant to be. The only way to do this is to be nothing less than yourself.
It's a different kind of crazy, and different kind of sane
It's a welcome form of torture and a pleasant way of pain
It's in tears for joyous reasons and in unexpected smiles
It's in overflowing energies so shared through every while
It's in everything we say and do, in rhythm and in rhyme
It's in every word we've spoken and in every written line
It's in every, "I love you," and embrace when day is through
It is such a treasured pleasure to have found someone like you
Rest your eyes, return to dream, and we'll talk in but a while
May you have a beautiful morning, and awaken with a smile
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Raphael Uzor
With a blistered heart
From unnumbered breaks,
A cloud of unshed tears
From untold betrayals,
I reenter the world
After an eternity or more
Of self imposed asylum
From a world of superficial bliss.

A world unchanged!
A cruel untended garden
Of deceptive beauty
And unkind thorny roses.
Lovelorn shadows,
Masquerading venomous claws
With beauteous flamboyance
And undesirable attraction.

Lethargic feelings,
Dousing my desires
With drowsing memoirs
Of countless emotional abuse,
Causing momentary spasms
In cerebral regions
Parading nocuous images
In the plenitude of projected beauty.

Scarred beyond immediate cure,
I recede from said world-
Too adverse for tender hearts
Back to hibernating moods
To nurse evergreen cuts
Cuts so deep, so lethal
Only the indolent strides of time
Can attempt to stitch!

Awaiting prophetic moments
Moments with mirage qualities
When in-love I can fall again
When a damsel I can trust again
When my heart can beat again
For one with pure intentions
Not putrefied by Hollywood mentors
But virtuous in biblical ways...


© Raphael Uzor
 Apr 2014 Shay-za-di
Nat Lipstadt
when you actually get up to get
a coaster for your
coffee cup

when you get annoyed
when visitors put their feet
where they have no
biz being

when you don't look forward
to getting the mail,
for the bad always outweigh
any good

when you think
I really want that,
and with no spacing, no separation,
you think,
nah too expensive

but most of all
you are no longer a child,
when you read
a long and lovely
poem,
think not childishly
"too long,"
instead, think

how lovely, if only there were more...

then you are truly
grown up!
10:06am need more coffee
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