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'So long, farewellThe Arboretum in The Jade Forest is one of my favourite places in Pandaria.
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Abuses hurled and Alcohol gurgled, In the vortex of confusion And blurred vision. Intoxicated pleasure from surreal leisure. Fooled senses and numbed conscience. Wiped existence of love and kindness cuffed. Lashed at the one he once loved. Cringed and clung to her faint faith. She and her cursed fate. Exploding paroxysm of hate. Her whipped ivory skin and bleeding lips, Eyes with teary tinge, Has the harvest moon singed. Stillness of the night, pierced By memories of bitterness-sodden years. "Hurt me not", she trembled with fear, "let me live for my girl, dear". The cries colored skies crimson. Just one reason--Her little girl. As her daughter stared With flaming locks and eyes that flared. By Angom Amy (15)
In my heart there's no longer loneliness from longing for love. Finally found someone to love, but he is my silent sorrow manifest. In my chest there's still even now a prolonging lonesomeness. Finally found somewhere to live, but it is my isolating incubation erect. In my head there's still me, myself, and I comforting my lonely heart. Finally found someway to befriend, but they are my persona's karma manifest. In my soul there's no longer loneliness from longing for love. Finally found some truth of whom I am, but my heart's still filled with loneliness.
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices. Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me. Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept. Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains. Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
A long list of names with not a friend among them Is it just of book of hidden faces Forgotten faces? Not a single word I've ever said was written with truth And here's the proof When there's tears streaming down my face Stuck in place Is a smile that is a lie When every time I look around I want to die No friendly faces, in the brightest of places And I can't make a sound Is this life or is it just a dark hell How is one to live without living Feeling lonely Lost in a sea of sound The darkness inside me Is seeping through my heart and making me lose my self control Turn the shower up higher so they don't hear me cry It's all I can do, just living a lie The friends I thought I had left when I was reaching my lowest Now as I sink below the surface The sun is the dimmest of lights Scratching at my sides Not ready to go back to the blade So long gone, I've reached the breaking point but I'm afraid to let go
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
How it must hurt you so on days like this, Walking around with a frown clutching your fist. Hearing the words that are meant to anger you, Confused you cry because there is nothing you can do. Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say, I hate you all and the games you play please just go away. Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go, It's not real and all in your head is what you do not know. Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring, All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing. Your thoughts they torement you almost every day, Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way. Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares, But actually there is so many but you are not aware . If only you would hear me so you might begin to see, You must believe in yourself if you want to be free. You must have some faith if you are to understand , What God has in store for you and what he has planned. All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear , You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear. Please remember always that you are never alone, By listening with your heart your path will be shown. TAC
Ones who wage, Ones who rage, Ones who take, Ones who pay, Ones who craze, Ones who rave, Ones who crave… Ones who fear, Ones who breathe, Ones who give, Ones who need, Ones who will, Ones who weave… Ones who plead, Ones who beg, Ones who beseech, Ones who entreat, Ones who appeal, Ones who volunteer, Ones who disappear… The ones who follow, The ones that don't know about tomorrow, The ones who don't deserve the morrow… The ones who sleep, The ones who cry, The ones who live, The ones who die… The ones who proclaim, Those who say they create, The ones who ache, The ones who don't wait, The ones who hesitate, The ones who don't concentrate, The ones who fornicate, The ones who procrastinate… Those who fall in temptation, Those who get in frustration, Those who sometimes feel desperation, Those who keep going without caution, Those in motion, Those in tension, Those losing notion, Those being poisoned, Those getting in distortion, Those following the broken diction, Those dying like the billions, Those without unction, Those washed in the oceans… I might seem cold, But it is you who is bold. I might not express, But it is you who doesn't let me progress. I might not seem like I seek, But it is you who doesn't know me… I might seem like I need, But it is you who might always be begging on your knees. I might seem dull, But it is the one that is fool. I might not be alight, But it is you who isn't truly alive… I will remain neutral, I will remain silver, I will remain gray, I feel darkness, I feel light, I will remain hallowed…, After all, it is you who deserves no life… I am a metal hawk, I am a mountain goat, I am a silver bird, I am a gray wolf, I am a white tiger, I am a mystic rose…, I am I… I'm alive, And I survive, You are here, However, it is you who deserves no life… Being human does not imply that you have humanity…
I Don't Care... I don't care, if you're battered black and blue, I don't care, just as long as I can drink and screw. I don't care, if you've lost your damn job, I don't care, you're just a kernel off the cob. I don't care, when I see you begging in the street, I don't care, I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat. I don't care, about the elderly, the poor, or the weak, I don't care, if the earth will be inherited by the meek. I don't care, if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler, I don't care, in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler. I don't care, for those rolling for scraps in the muck, I don't care, I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"
In the exact moment that I am right now I stand in a sea of vulnerability; susceptible to the effects of causes around me and since I am fully aware, I own my surroundings I am one with sounds and vibrations resonating from the earth; I am that pulse of the drum beat thats been thrashing inside me since birth Right now, I am exactly as I am deeply flawed and misjudged used, victimized and persecuted Right now I am you in the absolute Right now, I am exactly as I am balanced, whole and complete attracting abundance and certainty Right now I am peace - still you Right now, I am exactly as I am You
i'm scared. scared of odd little things: glass doors, windows, leading to the outside world. paranoia of unexpected guests, curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks. i'm alone in my dark fantasies. and yet, i'm unafraid. i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life. the life where i'm the unknown girl that everyone knows.
Millions of lives and souls untold And to account it all Words, lines, films Imagination trims A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon Hollywood rounds Quills deliver Writers flare with passion so strong Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories Tragedies We consume it all like freshly baked bread We feed until we are engorged and fed A viral, universal mess Ideas and unmade memories Nothing more or less My eyes remain glued to the screen Living it all out Tears dare to flow—to doubt I should have thought of that Can I truly let myself believe, Someone else lived that! Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters For miles and miles of stories remain unread While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment Dead Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table I can never let the raw truth rest Naked, bare and empty—soothed Nothing more or less I cringed for originality Observed the world through the unedited scripts The very act, the poetry pact The wild animal drooling in the back I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked As the reviews bloated less and less They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new And this empty brain in agony—HISSED I have lived in no epic battle of account Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers The stories the red carpet smothers And still I ache to create Before the other ones discover I returned with ''oh me's' and 'oh my's'' With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies Nothing more or less Little have I lacked to dream Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire Stories that rarely brittle or tire I fiddled with precious glass on edge Foully eager for self-damage As if it would trigger some legitimate spark Searching for creatures and features in the dark No one unlocked the passage that night For the starving idea-parched malice of right But all welcomed with open arms A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms Consuming, fuming dooming All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen Their legacy real as it can possibly get Nothing more or less
We're Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; "the heart is sinful above everything!" Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin's dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus' name! We've all sinned and fallen short of God's glory! But wait! This doesn't have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won't you do it now? For eternity's sake??? By Jim Pemberton
December 18, 2012 Beautiful lies known as little white lies yet one is no more deceptive than each The truth is what makes it afraid of light It's important we practice what we preach Imagination built on lies destroy Imagination built on truth create Conquering evil we try to avoid Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate Perceptions and images make it real Origins of Pagan rituals true We've wandered down this path for a bum deal Now more lies are created all brand new The mask behind a beautiful white lie is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
A serpent underneath blue sky, in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye, above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son, mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon; on teli and in the press, on top shells, price none the less, in bedroom and at your door.. dawn of a new day seemed to be dark, after all.
6. Miracles and Miseries The world resolved itself back into focus As I lay amid the swarm of monitors Still gulping the sword that brought me breath. The worst now past Many small miseries remained, Chief among them the continuing mystery Of my flooded, struggling lungs. Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed, But the tests go on and on The birth of each day bearing forth Its own fresh indignity. They give up guessing and haul me down again To be opened anew and read for signs. On the day this is done The invisible agents of death outside Decide to mock their pursuers By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site. They chose the Death card, of course Revealing how little those Who choose to play God games really know About the mystical. Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death The unseen assassins miss their own meaning; For this card signals change, the ending of present things. They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over, Predicting their own demise. Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me And come up blank again. Once more I return to I.C.U., Held together with staples. Once more the little agonies ensue: The sitting, the turning, the testing. By night they come for my blood. By day they come for tests. Always, in the background, the quiet moanings Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days. The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble To heave my fragile self about; She's a welcome break in the monotony As my sustainers come and go. Again the busy bedside conferences And again the final admission That all their probings have led down blind alleys. A last-ditch effort is finally proposed: Direct drainage of the drowning lungs. To them this seems as a grasping at straws, But to me it seems the one sensible solution, And I look forward to it eagerly. My inner mantra of "This too shall pass" Is wearing thin. Like a Christian martyr of old, They pierce my back with their lance, And the sea within that is drowning me Finds its way out. As the noxious waters within rush out, Air surges into my grateful lungs. From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality. As I recover, Indiscretion leads to capture Of the unseen terrormakers. To the astonishment of all, They prove to be a dignified looking black man And his enthralled protege' - No prior convictions, no history of trouble Attached to them at all. This is how our modern Destroyers come calling. Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.
Could spectres conceal inscrutable plot, while following lives with clandestine eyes: mocking each movement with grace we have not. Caste-less company of foolish and wise, elusive and tireless, always impend: fleet, ever positioned to criticize. Noiselessly waiting at each journey's end watching and judging, without acquittal, deeds that we're proud of, and some to defend. Their aloofness lessens us, belittles as around all they swoop, dread silent crows, and yet are scattered like children's skittles when darkness descends with one immense blow, for night is queen of secrets and shadows.
They're watching you, they're always watching you, check out the daily news. Henchmen rob bank, two officers killed, change channel. Reality T.V. a celebraity stumbling out of a club, drunk as hell. Change channel, a gay couple buying a house, in a white collar neighborhood. They're watching you, they're always watching you, even when you don't know it. Someone is always watching you. Take out the trash, wash the dishes. Watching, survalling, like a camera. Terrorists, they're always watching you, Politians always watching you. School teachers, police, FBI and CIA Always watching you. Smile for the camera they're watching so just wave and smile. Bullies on playground jungle-gyms looking out for the ugly nerd, found him. Hiding under the woodchips, get him, beat him up, I told you, they're always watching you. Look at me, look what I can do, can you see me? I'll drink to that, cheers, for they're always watching.
UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do? Where Will I Go? What will I do? Where will I go? Which direction I'll take… I don't really know! In just a moment, I lost all, that I worked hard to get… I'm thinking of "letting go." But haven't done it yet… The things I held so close... Have all disappeared. It happened so fast. It's kind of "weird." Those I call my friends, don't really know what to say. Most of them shake their heads, and walk away! I've cried myself to sleep many days and nights. It's like someone has "turned off the lights." The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone! I need him to heal my broken heart and home. Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out? I know that helping people is what you're about! Please help me to pick up the pieces that are scattered! Help me to focus on the things in life that really matter! I need to give you, all of my focus and attention! I need your word to show me some clear direction! You're the one that I always need to hold on to! I need to do this, and to completely trust you! Thank you Jesus for listening and answering my prayer! I'm thankful that you're someone who really cares! Thank you for restoring my life, that has been "up-ended." With your love, my heart has been healed and mended! By Jim Pemberton
Festered lament maddens me Why must the despair of my heart's desire Truly enlighten me? I rested among the sick and lame And found myself no different from the rest For a troubled mind holds endless poverty Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe For the bottles of balm are empty And medicinal hope grows angry I derived my madness from creativity Revealing the remains of my humanity 'Cool off, child', I heard a soft voice whisper But can't you see I live off the flame? It asks for no nickel or dime! But it seeks to destroy all the same The small voice returns at times And often my heart listens But we all listen And only believe in the inevitability of pain I speak of the majority Not of you For you are blessed and beyond disgrace You have a life—a beautiful face And most of all, you are rich With attributes I can only dream of You are rich with life and purpose Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand You lift me without touch or care Disposing me from your treasures Because though you meant no harm, You are rich with blessing And must remove all possible threats So my festered lament Remains an enlightenment I can say I am rich in poverty But you are forever rich In Mystery What hurts the most is knowing I may be wrong about you For you are so obscure in this mind And as empty as I am I wish to be filled In your richness But we all are filled to the brim in the end And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad There is nothing I wish to discard So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare That you are rich And always will be richer Than me—or he
sounds of gunfire shatter a warm afternoon... one more lockdown gray feral pigeons scatter from their rooftop nests ... tomorrow's headline
Future Shock Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions, dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions. To no avail our heady course in theory only passes. We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten. The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it. History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten. Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it. The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe, and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number. The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do, so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber. Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making, outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty. But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken. In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.
I blame me for all my mistakes I blame me for all the rejection and heartache I blame me for all the times I stayed silent and should have started and earthquake with my words I should have spoken up when I had the chance now all those thoughts are wasted unspoken, unheard I blame me when my husband touches me and I feel the hands of a predators pounce And I blame me when the pressure it on because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name Lord, help me to get rid of the shame I blame me for my loneliness I blame me for my feelings of lust I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust At times not even sure if I really know how to love I blame me when my kids are crying out sick because when I brought them here I knew that this world was unfit Yet overpowered by my love for them I became more and more protective So I blame myself in advance for their sadness when they finally see that the world is not objective I blame me for those nights I can't rest Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized that I have done my best to stay positive and have good intentions So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions and begin to feel ashamed of myself I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself because good things don't happen for me So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence I have nothing I have given up and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut
Dropped out of school At an early age Lived on the streets Because, I disgusted my mother She thought I was a poor example Of true Christian beliefs At an early age She religiously drummed into me 'blood is thicker than water' And yet, Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry No one protecting me No friends No family No home to go too Just, peoples eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth mentality Praying for the sun to shine To feel some warmth again! Sun rays of hope, lighting me up To live through this darkness without fear With a heart full of faith No matter what happens to me, now! If only I could drink my salty tears It would sustain me for a lifetime Your tears are worth nothing, around here You're classed as weak and venerable Only attracting death Your life worth nothing! Save me from myself I am my best friend I am my worst enemy My prayers and dreams Lost in the wind Blowing around like autumn leaves The rain washing them away Down the drain into the sewage Rolling with the seasons Year after year Survival for the fittest! Surviving on the love Hidden, inside me Being my strength and guide My personal lifeline In surviving this crazy world We all live in
You are not the man, you want to be You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different Enduring, daily beatings Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak Mean and aggressive! Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose Out of control, abusive, devious Relentless, over – bearing! Breaking me, piece by piece Confusing a child, with unhealthy love Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed Using me as your human, punching bag This innocent child's blood, staining your callas hands My child's curiosity, asking you one day "Why do you hurt me and Mum?" Your retort: "I am not your blood!" I didn't understand, back then Now, as an adult, I clearly understand! Believe me, when I say There was never a day that went past That you didn't remind me of that! My freedom, restrained My sanity, tested Caged, like a wild bird in captivity Behind bars, looking out Here, I am today, free from your grip Nursing, this inner child's, bleeding love
Why me Why me dear god Why the hell me! I did all you asked I've even played the card Of a good girl, the one Everyone wanted me to be. Why can't you save me. I'm hurting immensely And no one care not even slightly. How could you allow me to fall So deep, so far into misery. I've grown to hate myself so much so I'm that demon within the angel That you see. I'm crying out for help And not once did you show me sympathy. Like everyone else you pretend to care My prayers are just words you refuse to here. You watched the tears ran down my cheeks And didn't send an angel to watch over me. I don't want to be part of this world anymore Just set me free…. Sleeping forever is where I are to be. 05/05/09
I did not find myself to be so important So I ask my friends do I seem distant? When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings I do care, about my friends they are all good people They tend to stand on their high steeple Today I find myself not so aware Disbanding my fear of regret and care Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out For some reason I am just full of doubt I care about so many things and what I have is confusion One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone I ask my friends the same question once again I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end So many thoughts that come out of my feeling I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing They ask me questions and I answer theirs But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way It's just so simple to answer someones problem I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
Pull all your cards again today But try and keep your dark away from play Voices clearly see what is to see What these mean is to be our future plea A cross, A tower, A key, A flower These are yours to keep, its power For a day the story all but rang true Deep inside your knowledge too You knew all along what they meant Just was not you, You thought they were bent Try again if you care too much Then the truth will ring clear and such Don't be afraid of learning your fate Its like when you know already that you are late Never be afraid to read whats ahead Unless you think you may already be dead Pull your cards again today But try and keep your dark away from play ...................................................
The signs are here, for all to see, The thunder clouds, the dying tree. The shining lights, that draw you near, Loud heavy music, in your ear. By word of mouth, or through cyber space, The hidden pictures, of your face, The northern lights, are dancing south, The rumours you hear, by word of mouth. The sign are falling, from the sky, Raining stars, on the passers by, While the battle rages, on underground, The innocent dying, without a sound. The cries of heaven, the screams in hell, That no one hears, down in this well, The terrible beauty, the open wound, The innocent babies, in open tombs. For all to see, for all to hear, The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear. The birds are falling, the fishes drowned, What once was up, has now become down, The tender and loving, an empty shell, The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell. The signs are here, for all to see, Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea. More poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
Oh Yohannes I must be honest I've got a jones for you And when I saw you, I remember the sun reflecting rays of light on your skin so bronze, so peaceful, so simple I wanted to tell you all my secret desires and temptations and kiss you and hold you close and when I realized I was dreaming and that this feeling was a hoax I began to be led astray by sexual desires and thoughts of foul play but in the meantime I have fun with the fantasy of imagining you beside me I stay up countless nights thinking about how we could defy gravity and how we could somehow reverse all the laws of sanity and just do something crazy I can't make it stop I must be crazy And when my eyes closed... I wanted to fall in your arms and tell you about all the fantasies that were created in honor of you And tell you how your eyes seem to remind me that it's okay to be beautiful Oh Yohannes I must be honest Your deeply rooted stare will long remain a part of my fire and my insanely human desire to make love
.The survivors. Yes, that's what we call ourselves. We've lived through the terrors of life. Gentle hands, soft spoken, safe in his arms. Obey, and listen, and the swirling melody of love plays throughout the scene. And yet, this masquerade is always broken to reveal the truth. Words sharper than daggers explode around our ears. Bruises appear on our skin. We've "fallen", the clumsy females we are. We fell. A sports injury, a car crash, a freak accident. Freak accident of hatred. Much like the lion, quiet and stalking, and then exploding into a flurry of the hunt. Of the hurt. Swift blows, and blood drips from noses, tears stream from eyes in a silver river of desperate please, bruises decorate us in tawnys and majestic purples. Reminders of our "wrong doings". We need to pay for our sins. The only witness are the walls, and the moonbeams that dance about our dizzy heads. On the ground. Steel toes to the back. A crack. Fire. Pain. And then, a cool silence. The rage subsides, and apologies appear. "I'll never do it again" and "I lost control" replay in the back of our heads. Our deja- vu from the previous night. Always the same. Always the pain. The survivors. Thats what we call ourselves. And by the dark dance of the moon against the velvet sky, as stars twinkle like sequins, and fade into the dawn, we pick ourselves up. New excuses. New plates to buy. A new alarm clock. New knives, doors, but no new hearts, stabbed until the hemmoragging hurts like a firestorm. Alone. We are alone. We, the Survivors, have lived not an apocalypse, not a plane crash, but the darkest part of our lives. Therapy can lock it away, but never remove the dark stain of dried blood upon our souls. Lost. We come together, and escape. We start anew, but are never the same. Dark dreams, paranoia haunting our shadows, and the jumps that come with shattered glass of the clink of dishes. Never the same, but stronger. What doesn't kill you is sure to leave a horrible scar, but wounds heal And while scars remain as a reminder of the pain endured, we are, for the better, stronger. We survived. .
A TV. Star. The man hiding in the light his persona, sparkling sunglasses not enough when we gloried in his mesmerizing peculiarity. We saw not the sinister black shadows behind him… except, from time to time we felt revulsion a glint in his eyes and shark teeth that told of what we didn't want to know. He died a much loved hero, the abused stayed silent. Now the dark hideous nature of the man is for all to see; and must bring shame of those who knew but for the sake of his fame never spoke out. Pedophiliac, the seducer of children, his clunking gold chains we followed, to the tune of greed into the dark abyss of fear and loathing.
In the dark Beyond the reach of light When the day is clothed in black cover And color, height and size exit the stage When all, without exception is levered By the highest commonest decimal of nudity Devoid of illusion of furs and feathers Tempting the eyes of shamefulness and shamelessness In dead dark night nakedness We return to beings called human United with the effervescent rhythms of nature A turn, and back behind the beginning, we are Turning the time to timeless Eden Stripped of all trappings and wrappings Of façade and fallacy of fashion; Vile fame and vain fortune Base beauty of clothed eyes We become knotted with the elements Stark naked as we once were When nude culture was the couture In the stark dark night We stand naked and true Naked; pristine, pure and proud
I've never hit rock bottom so hard. I got up but it feels like I'm still sitting down. I've never felt pain so bad To the point where I just can't function. The memories I can't seem to erase They replay in my head constantly until I'm in tears. I've never had my heart broken so bad That just picking up the pieces crumbles in my hands. I've never felt so alone. That even while you hold me I can't feel your arms. I've never been so depressed in my life That even a psychiatrist don't know my diagnosis. There is only one way to go but up. But my ladder keeps sliding down. I run, jump, skip, hop. Defeat lays on my breastplate. 12/23/12
Fabricated lies boundless, Without a cause. Words of promises Left forgotten. Abandoned soul Heart less and alone. Tears of sadness recognized But not accompanied. 04/09/09
How would it feel to wake up and look in the mirror and see that your face is a woman's? Prob pretty good, cause you wouldn't have to shave and you could paint up your new face any way ya wanna. How would it feel to wake up and look in the mirror and see that your face is dark chocolate colored? Prob pretty good cause it's such a beautiful color until you run out of gas after dark and have to walk the streets to a gas station knowin' the first cop sees ya will harass ya. How would it feel to wake up and look in the mirror and see the face of Jesus? Prob would be freak-out cause chances are Jesus don't look anything like how he's been pictured.
I'm feeling secluded and alone again I'm lost in my tiny room I'm in a grave without the funeral It's my social pit of doom How did life become so empty Do I have a sign which is saying no entry Maybe I'm to blame for this social suicide Is this all part of life's rocky ride I'm left with just me and my thoughts Feeling all out of sorts My own company is my worst enemy It's sapping and wasting my energy But I will never come crying to you for sympathy My sheets will not become tear stained with blood There will be no flood I'm stuck in this mud Is anyone listening Is that understood Or am I just misunderstood Where are the shoulders on which to lean I don't know what's happening This must be a dream So if you won't walk with me I will walk alone Through my zone to find my throne Why is it that inside I keep feeling so afraid I fear this isolation which I have made Has become so entwined on me I've become my own worst slave and enemy Living deaf dumb and blind is leaving me behind It's getting me nothing which I try to find My confidence is low, how do I strive on I don't want to mess up anymore I don't want to get it wrong It's hard enough to believe in yourself When you are not believing in me emphatically I'm left with this loneliness enticing me sarcastically And so I'm left alone and empty In which it has gripped me And it has stripped me down again This destructive loneliness It won't leave as my one true only friend
Right was everything I did from the beginning Conflicts of interests is all I'm winning? Omg, what kind of game is this My power and trophy, how did I miss People, their choices put me here An apology? Lol, Sorry my dear Vice-versa, my aftermath, fear! In conclusion, I'm pissed because Planning for this , I never was So whatever I do, life does.
I find myself with questions pending, to many of the years that I face defending. Most of us all look at each day as another new chance to last. When things go bad and they do, every man for himself tied to the mast. The storm is rising above the eastern skies, you know I speak the right answers, I can see the anger building in your eyes. So do me a favor and stop working all your lies… Lying down flat on my back trying to live my life, I fail to comprehend in my own soul ready to descend. Poisoned by the things we watch on televisions, we face things on this planet with our own evil twisted dimensions… Controlled by the media protected by the law, it makes you wonder how many truly saw? We all need to stand up to face that brick wall; some may make it through to fight, while some shall surely fall. Even after we learn to walk, some times it is best that we need to stop and learn again how to crawl… Some people seem to be wasting their time living on this earth, not knowing whom or why we are here sense the day of their birth. When you watch the news about the wars, what comes to mind? Are you seeking that righteous answer, inwhich we may never truly find?
dear Judge if you were me, would you do what I did because of the roots of my hair some shadowy gulf gods got hold of me and they laughed while they held me in the howling fjord where my grandfather once mopped their bathrooms and my father became himself Satan's Cheerleader on their fields till buckets of drafty sentiments took him away my family has grown like prominent objects held tight by the fingers of piggy fishy air and after sad diagnostics they sizzled in volts drowned in pickling fluids while their children missed a mother's love and her beans on Fridays and forever they now wait to free their laughter if you were me, would you do what I did for centuries we've walked through a voiceless lawn enshrouded by whirlwinds surging through nights have you ever tasted our drafty sentiments for a day I wish you did to know the burden of agony we carry in the long sweep of human history were you not there when certain nostrils prickled on pale faces and they dug up false Darwinism sentiments at night then they hoisted innocent frames between envy and hate between man and beast between darkness and blindness and the young frames blazed like a bonfire at Easter if you were me, would you do what I did honorable judge why is it that all you know of me is Ben Craig
Holy books says it all You taught me how to crawl This will never change Never ends never fades Dear God where you are? Shattered piece of childish dreams This will never change Never ends never fades. I can fight for all my life, Not broken, not broken inside Never be so frustrated, Not going to commit suicide. Fuc*ing faith will fall, Mortals will stand tall Hell and heaven are all the same Live your life, don't die in vain Only you and I can make A better world for tomorrow Have faith in yourself And wipe off the tears of sorrow Make me scream, Make me cry I'll never fail to try. This night's has an end No pain will remain
I wish I could Go back to being five. When life was easier And every thing was ABC's and one two three's. Now I'm older Constantly Getting caught up Into lies and deceit. Little did I know That even the sweet ones Will come and go. And I hold on To where I don't belong. Reaching out for a hand That isn't there. Resting my head In the depths of despair. 03/01/09
a hollow shell of tangled synapses sparked into gradual madness which drowns out the truths of the day as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence dreams that reached for pure love's tender touch dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive what became of those fresh dreams and hopes as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves torn into shreds by time's fine scimitar devoid of the touch of raw passion when all that remains of love is a hollow shell
Seeing through the eyes of the misfit and lonely Hearts explode from the fear of it all Propelled by failure I shake with fright Wondering where will my head lie tonight? Under the clay or on top of your thighs? In a cold shallow grave our spirits arise Insides rot with the test of ones heart Craving and hunger, what kept us apart? Broken down by cancer's seclusion Casting out love born free of illusion Pounding out beats until the fat lady sings Leaving this place, forgoing his wings Who will cry for the suicide kings? Judge if you dare some comfort it brings Forget him we will, written off a lost cause Too close for comfort he's broken our laws Who cries out for the suffering souls? Exhausted, defeated, never reaching their goals Torn apart by the presence of pride Their honor forsaken and ripped from their hide Pray for those who dream from above Their lives cut short by the absence of love Pray for me as I hold on to my last... Words for the wonder of you
Why is it I am always wrong? Something I have always done? Why is it I am Never good enough In your eyes In challenging times? How many times Do I have to say "I love You?" What will it take To convince That mind And Heart Of yours? What can I say That will ease This jealousy And Resentment You feel towards me When drinking Too much booze Killing what brain cells Are left In that stubborn Head of yours! How long Will it take For you To believe in me? For I know I am a fool Staying here, with you! Feeling desperate Lost and lonely Dreams squashed Emotionally drained When 'we' need to pull together In union ship To make This bond strong Between us! 'Uniting as One'' 'Love Conquering All' "Well!" "So, I am told!" I love you more Than this Arguing and fighting! But You refuse to understand The love I have for you My head Tells me to stay with you But My heart knows I cannot! For I have asked you To be kind to me I have asked You to open up Your anger and rage Continues growing Out of control Taking over Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Burning bridges Being ruthless Always Out for the kill! I need to break away! I need to clear my head! I need to experience Love and longevity True togetherness With The one's I love! My heart needs to experience 'Healthy Love' My heart deserves the best! You now Belong in my past I am no longer the person You once knew me, to be Your insecurities Your inner demons Far bigger Than any of the love You choose to acknowledge Or Feel from me! You can believe this To be true If nothing else! "Love thy self" Share Without personal gain Being Your Primary Motive! Know Love Be Love, in Action! Be honest Have empathy now As I cut these cords Of emotional bondage That Bind us together True Love No longer Our foundation! I stand on my own Knowing I have learnt the lessons You have come to teach I now know What love isn't! "I thank you" For showing me this! My illusions of love Blinding me Colouring my experiences Revealing Only what 'I Wanted Us To Be' Not 'True Reality'
the city is closing for the night stores draw their blinds one by one every street is dark save for the dim Downtown streetlights bending at the neck like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers and Carnegie have built the city in layers: clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels what is not there than fortune? Further Downtown has changed with neon lights flashing from 4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you leave Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries and other places that make Cleveland a great City of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt and his lover's body was once found in the cold snow it's his third job of the day but you can't find eggs on his dinner table in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry
Once here Now dead & gone "What am I known for, this time round?" I exist only as a memory now A memory that fades, over time "Who will remember me, when I am gone?" No one knew me Yet people will say they knew me, so well! A laugh, how often people think "they are experts" Yet, really Know nothing at all! "How well did you know the inside of me?" For, if I was to ask... "What is my favourite colour?" Or, "what's my favourite song?" I listen for answers...none come "What's my favourite food to eat?" Complete silence... I could hear a pin drop Round...about...now! "Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?" For I ask... "Who truly knew me?" "What am I known for?" "Who will remember me?" When I am dead & gone
Take off the ARMOR OF GOD! Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS! Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH! Forget the TRUTH OF GOD'S WORD! Let's do what we want to do in our dark secret world, at our dark secret place, at our own selfish pace. Let's make our own choices. Let's listen to our own voices. Let's act by the power of OUR might. It doesn't have to be right. Let's do it anyway. Let's go astray. And when we leave that darkness and face family and friends, They'll never know about our dark place or of our dark secret sins. We will not worry about the consequences. We are fully protected by Satan's fences. And if we die in our sinful state, Hell has an open gate. NOTE: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ POEM is based on these scriptures: Ephesians 6:10-12: Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.
I scream, at the top of my lungs No sound, comes out Silent, curdling screams Is, all I have left, now I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might While, being forced down By the mighty strength, of many men The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime Embed, in my senses Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke! Their hands, all over me Constantly grabbing and groping me Hollering and cheering each other on Then, someone punches me Someone, I cannot see A large man's hand, covers my nose and mouth Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides! I can't breathe, now! Many heavy handed blows, follow In a blurry haze I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter Upon the snow white sheets, that surround My sacred blood spilled My salty tears mixed in with sticky men's semen My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava Lulling into a translucent, entranced state Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body My body fighting, for its God given right To live, now! My life flashes before my eyes The sounds around me begin to fade My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp My body betraying me, when I need her the most! Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own "Have mercy upon these souls" "Please forgive these men, as I do, now "My love remains with you, heavenly Father" Blackened tears of jet black mascara Weave their way down Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb! My innocence and dignity stripped! No one, can save me, the worst is done! Bashed, beaten, worn I am nothing, no more...
That dark cloud is back yes, I feel it starting to drip It's leaky contents is swelling he's lost again. He works hard he is never out of work except, last month weeks passed, he's lost. He had work we breathed ealier made plans not to celebrate, dig out. After two weeks they downsized he is still six five to my five six I'm lost. That dark cloud is backk it's just hovering now it's load is about to drop hopefully not on my head bucket anyone. We are half a century too old they say not to our face so, what are we to do? live anyway. . .
We're surrounded in a world of popularity vampires. Overwhelmed by their petty wants and false needs. Living in a society designed for perfection propaganda. Secretly devising a way to beat the odds of change. Forever trying to pass the heart wrenching days with substance. Drilled into our very brains that every rampant thought is sin. Gone are the notions of individuality, The vanishing ideas of self esteem. Broken hearts and minds tearing themselves apart to serenades of forced conformism. Beauty within trashed in regards to ideals of false perfection.
I speak of a passion which only God can deny for what other Force may decide when Heroes should die Along rainswept passages and rut-strewn way I see my brothers stoop'd down to pray We each stumbled and groped down this unwalked path unknown to eachother but sharing in wrath but woe to those of us who would undo the will of God, for his anger would ensue Soldiers and Heroes, martyrs among us halved men we bled and we died before the whips of angellic sin our wings be clipped, our crowns lay shattered but for all our strength we were able to do what mattered Alas! In the End of Day and Night! When Heaven shies behind the edges of mortal sight! I still hear the choirs sing and chime In their hymns there exists no Time Only for a moment dare I shut my ear even'ough the Dark Enemy draws ever near I fear that the skies cannot hold still Paradise shakes for the Devil's will I only wish'd for a moment's reprieve a moment away from my Master's sleave But for a Man such as I, chained to oaths all worlds decry I can never forever hope to know what it's like to be free O' a moment passes all too soon my ear opens up, my hands re-bound, my brief stillness ruin'd the sword and the shield fastly to my hand the war is not o'er and my blood still feeds the land Retract! Retract! Bitter dreams to waylay and distract My focus returneth to the fight ahead I return to toil, to labor, until the enemy falls dead Drop to drop, my blood runneth down Almighty God drives my blade, my Dark Enemy found down He lays, emptied of life from every vein And forever after I see my Dark Enemy, my brief freedom slain
They Do Not See Me at All they do not see me at all... as I walk through these desecrated avenues of soul-deadening frenzy I see them all rushing past me and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call they do not see me at all it seems at times, that invisible am I for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl they rush past me for they do not see me at all I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall still they rush past me for they do not see me at all I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl and yet they rush past me for they do not see me at all they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl for they do not see me at all and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces I wish to crawl back into my nothingness where they cannot see me at all
Mailbox Won It was a dark and stormy night Well, not so stormy but there's no light It was so dark I could not see That mailbox that was behind me I turned the wheel, heard a crunch I closed my eyes, I had a hunch I got out to see the damage done My taillight's gone, the mailbox won Mdailey 12/6/11
If you don't like me, It wasn't a matter, I analysed me, And blames myself, Perhaps my colour is dark or my features are ugly, Or something is wrong in my conversation, Or you were more wise than me, I praise for your achievements, And regards to your sense, And the full life, I feel shame on me, To curse my drawbacks. But your beauty and charming face, Fell down into my shinning eyes, As pure water of rain turned into mud, And my body was covering with shades, As your hairs were sloping down, As slopes of mountains, And earth was eaten by the deep shallows. Where rays were hiding sense, To touch the bottom line, As you had broken my trust. You aren't only that cheated me, Also your credibility shrewd hate, That was burning into my bellies. Deep shies were raising as Steam from fresh water, As a morning was opening her eyes, A sun was growing in the arms of darkness. A bird was flying over the waves, As clouds were covering the sunshine, And tearing tones to realise the earth, How is poor the sun, That can't protect his rays? And realised me, look at me, I became dark to eat his shinning, I realised him after to kill his heat. Look, how are the cool waves are dancing? They are thinking, I saved tiny existence..
The others were calling Can you hear them scream The call isn't pleasant The call of your dreams As you enter the silent As you enter your sleep You may hear them calling But you wont hear them speak Darkness sets in Visions become a friend However as you begin The quest for the never end The Dark ones are on the prowl Over your shoulder look now For the light of the corpse Is crumbing down to remorse The fire from the fingers The fire oh how it lingers As it shoots through your heart As it opens your soul apart Revealing your inner self As your hone your soulless form As you feel your body scorn Feel the wrath of lonely nights Becoming one with ghoulish rights Now you may walk for ever time Go nowhere with ever rhyme As now you are one of them Feel the breath of ever sin Hear the lords name in vein As he was nowhere to offer hand Realize that all this pain Is from your soul splitting into rain Is that him in far off sight Looking dark with eyes of fright He does fly with awful strain He does cry with sinful gain Approaches you with fiery glance In your soul is where will stand Reaching low into your hand Giving a blow with reprimand And as you recite this line Knowing no god cites this climb Your eyes open from behind See yourself now from rewind Live your days out as you cry Live your days like your alive
Somewhere in Maida Vale A penthouse trendy flat Somehow I've wound up here Getting daggers from the cat My wraps still in my pocket I dare not take it out I'll just sit here all paranoid And kill myself with snout Actors, models, Djs They're all mooching around Kissing on both cheeks A cab home's twenty pound Just can't seem to blend in The conversation's weird White people with dreadlocks And silly goatee beards Once again the gear Is in the driving seat It's took me out all night I won't admit defeat She's beautiful the dark haired girl She don't fit in like me If only my jaw'd stop rotating I'd ask her home with me Better check on my mate Charlie He's waiting in the loo After this I'm going home Two fat lines, one, two That's better, that's the stuff Now I'm blending in I've gotta kick that f 'ing cat No beer left, only gin Shall I make a phone call Shall I get more gear This lot will give me sixty quids Coke in Maida Vale is dear The dark haired tart She's bang on me She smiles from ear to ear Oh she's coming towards me D'you know who's got any gear ?
Staying in the light now? Is that what it's called? Fear of the darkness? Or what in it has crawled? You lay in your bed, clutching at your cover. Do you fear to be dead, or are in the gaze of another? Do not fear what, in the darkness, may live, all they want is fun. For they never take more than they give, So there is no need to run. Only the Dark ones we are, So why fear and make fuss? You could go far, once you've joined us. We Dark ones are lovers, of an unusual sort Using our minds on others In our ways they contort. Now join me my lovely, Whilest the night is still young. and then my lovely, our Requiem will be sung.
Stark naked reality was a, thorn in flesh, for my collective innocence. A brutal reminder of war with truth. Light that does not spread in my dark eyes. Time for me to act for the sake of smile. Into the dark I move with premonitions staggering in solitude. To break the silence, affinities with lights are gone. Black clouds hang on the moon. Need to know the unfathomable grief. Again my thoughts travel, to unravel the mystry. Why lights form the snarled shadows of fear? The winds do not agree. Tranquility will be writ on the face of, a drowned man, if he comes on the surface. SATISH VERMA
A small lonely child, she sits and puts her crayons on the floor Separates colours into light and dark, happy and sad she muses Packs away all the bright happy crayons There's no room in life for such frivolity For all she sees is the dark looming Her rainbows are all coloured in deep blues and crimson There's no sun, no warmth, just a huge dark crescent moon Figures in her pictures have no eyes, they don't see her anyway She's invisible as if she exists on another plane A single tear escapes her eye, rolling silently down a tiny cheek She captures it in her hand, even her tears are colourless A true reflection of the emptiness within Picking up the happy crayons she tosses them away With them all her dreams and expectations She turns and walks away, no one notices Disappearing into the welcoming shadows Into that dark familiar place
"I am black but comely ", it states in the Holy Scriptures I am black but beautiful, so why can't people get the picture she was darkened by the sun which shined upon her skin she was a comely queen of the desert under the rule of King Solomon she was the lover and consort of one of the world's wisest men a black and beautiful sister proud from within she was identified by many with a variety of different names and she wore her blackness proudly, without any shame her family was angry about the hue of her lovely face they made her the keeper of the vineyard, attempting to hide her in place she labored under the burden of her sun-darkened hue It sounds like the same situation that Black Americans have gone through we have struggled with the anger, the hatred and all the pain we tend to wear our blackness like badges of shame the word black has taken on a negative connotation society has instilled in us that being black is a bad situation black sheep, black magic, black Monday, black ball black cat, dark horse, black ice, our down fall I'm black and proud, a concept we need to embrace I'm black and I'm proud, no longer ashamed of my race God made me this color, God made me this beautiful dark shade God made me in His image and I will gladly march in His parade we need to stop all of the stressing and just accept from God this blessing don't get caught up in society's concepts and ideals abide by the Word of God and the truth will be revealed If you think big,, then you will grow If you think wise, then you will know If you think high, you will reach the top If you think low, then your self-esteem will drop we've been burdened, bruised, broken and blundering always being short-shifted, scared, scrambling and stumbling at some point we need to get out of our mental captivity let go and let God give us a positive mentality economically as a people we need to start moving ahead be manufacturers and producers and stop buying instead as a people, we will no longer accept the word "No" society needs to understand that God is running this entire show no longer in bondage, no longer to feel trapped expanding our minds to new possibilities that have been untapped no longer to think about anything that's not spirit-led thinking in the positive with the thoughts in our heads thinking only on those things where Father God has our backs we're comely, we're beautiful, we're proud and we are black


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Three Bryant Lady Hornet softball players all signed letters of intent to play at their respective colleges late Thursday morning in front of about 150 people in Love Auditorium on the Bryant High School campus. The three players, Peyton Jenkins, Kayla Sory and Jessie "The Beast" Taylor, could have had their own separate, special days to sign their letters, but the old friends wouldn't think of it.
Bryant senior baseball player Jordan Taylor signed a letter of intent to play for the University of Central Arkansas on Friday at noon in front of the Bryant gym. Friends, family and teammates witnessed the Hornets' main pitcher sign. "It's been fun," Jordan Taylor said. "It's been a lot of fun. Been through a lot with my brothers right here," referring to his teammates.


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Benjamin de Menil Music Articles Joan Soriano: The Duke Of Bachata October 12, 2010 Bachata is guitar-based music born in the poor neighborhoods of the Dominican Republic. It emerged from the shadows in the 1960s, only to be derided as low-class. Today, bachata is one of the Caribbean's most popular music genres. And it has a new star in 36-year-old Joan Soriano. His debut CD is called El Duque de la Bachata, or The Duke of Bachata. Listen Loading… 4:06 Download Playlist


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SAPULPA — Former Valley Brook police chief Melvin Fisher, who appears to have undergone major physical deterioration since his September 2011 arrest, pleaded guilty to drug charges in Creek County, but was not given any prison time, court records show.
Former Valley Brook police chief pleads guilty to drug charge
Photos taken by the Corrections Department show Fisher has become extremely gaunt since he was arrested a little more than a year ago. He was released on bail following his arrest and has been free.
Fisher, 49, was handed a 10-year suspended sentence Oct. 22 and will have to report to a probation officer. He also will have to register with the Oklahoma Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs Control because he was caught with 20 grams of methamphetamine.
Court documents show that Fisher — who was charged with multiple counts of possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute — had all but one count against him dismissed.
Tulsa-area attorney Rob Henson, who represented Fisher in Creek County, did not return telephone calls seeking comment.
Fisher's mother blames his change in appearance on an unspecified illness.
"Yes, he is sick," Maxine Fisher said Thursday afternoon. "But that's all I'm going to say about it."
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By Mark Beeson, University of Western Australia
The International Studies Association conference, from where I write, is the world's biggest gathering of international relations scholars. Held annually in one attractive American city or another – New Orleans this year – it is typical of the sorts of jamborees that characterise tribal get-togethers in other disciplines too, no doubt.
It is – to borrow a slightly hackneyed and anachronistic metaphor – the Woodstock of IR-types.
What is striking about this conference, and similar events in other areas of intellectual activity, I suspect, is the absence of an undisputed star turn. The field's leading lights are here in abundance, but there in no single figure that everyone agrees is pushing the proverbial boundaries of knowledge in a way no one else is.
At the risk of stretching an improbable metaphor to breaking point, there is no Jimi Hendrix of the IR world – or any other, for that matter.… Read the rest