By Arcassin Burnham


My Eyelids can't hide , from the light , it gives,
instincts don't dry in order , to , survive to live,

babies born while being bathe, all , in sin,
relationships torn to pieces , daddy's gone again,


And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.


the mistakes we make will always be there , don't you know,
the world can't extinguish , we need , these kids , to grow,

Give them a chance , give them a spotlight to thrive ,on and shine,
with love anything is possible , but with , hate to defend your life,


And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering

why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.

I heard a story about love
it does conquers all,
how the beauty of it
tries to **** somebody.

They started to be a strangers
meeting with friends to friends
shake hands, a little glimpse of smile
and suddenly her name was known.

They were happy to hear stories
each pages were meaningful
and when someone get hurts
you were susceptible.

The tenure you were together laughing
and those memories that was so rigid
your determination on making on time
though you always omit failure.

Things goes up side down
I cried, I laugh, I feel anger at times
not because I don't give love
because I gave it to be destroyed, by you.

And now I see your widest smile
those shining shimmering eyes
while you are waiting on that isle
to whom I didn't know.

Then my tears slowly falls apart.

instead of watching the clock, wishing for time to pass, make the most of that time, you never know how long it will last

Mike Hauser had a brilliant idea to “Pass the pen” and see where it got us.  This, Friends, is the result.

I write of the stars
I write of the moon
I write of the things
That I love to do
I write of the lies
While telling the truth
And when I am through
I pass the pen to you

I read the things
that went before
and add my thoughts
for you to write more
of things we love
and things we hate
so here's the pen,
now contemplate!

I wait like a kid
the anticipation
breaks my quiet
like a train in station
with thoughts
pouring out
like the traveling weary
so here's the pen
"now what's my hurry?"

While looking at this
And studying that
As our poetic peruse
Comes up to bat
With much more in store
From the writer's’ knack
I jot down my last line
Then pass the pen back

and now it get's fun
with my lines and yours
at least it keeps me
from doing my chores!
fingers be nimble
brain be quick
I finished this part
now here's the Bic.

With words tattered and torn
I have you here to mend
Don’t know where I’m going
Brain lights on dim
With little or no warning
Here it comes again
All on a whim
I hand you the pen

*so who will care
if we make no sense
“these poets here
must have the bends!”
but all the same
we’ve had our yen
it was a good run
let's retire the pen

You have much,    
                        share,
   others less fortunate give a moment for..

And life, live it with humility..
                    thoughts to think deeply..
Always remember there is always
           someone who is less fortunate than you.

                                 For no reason of there own