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By Ed Runyan
The attorney for an alleged rape victim's grandmother says he believes employees with the Trumbull County Children Services Board should be placed on leave while a criminal investigation is undertaken.
Atty. David Engler, who represents Loretta Banks of Warren, grandmother of a 1-year-old girl purportedly raped by her biological parents during a visit at the CSB offices on Reeves Road in July, suggested the leave in a letter he made public Monday.
The letter, written to Trumbull County Prosecutor Dennis Watkins, says Engler believes CSB employees under investigation by the Ohio Bureau of Criminal Identification and Investigation should not have access to records related to the case.
"Will they alter records? Will they destroy records?" Engler asks in the letter. Engler doesn't name specific employees.
Nick Kerosky, executive director of CSB, said his office is cooperating with investigations. If investigators suggested to him that anyone be placed on administrative leave, he would do so immediately, Kerosky said.
He added, "If I thought there was a need to do it, I would do it."
Engler previously asked Watkins to seek a special prosecutor to look at whether any CSB employees committed a crime as a result of allowing the type of visitation they did.
Watkins said "at this point, there is no need for a special prosecutor," but BCI did agree to investigate the matter at Watkins' request.
Engler said CSB employees might be guilty of child endangering for reportedly allowing the couple to be alone with the child despite CSB having records indicating the child's father, Cody Beemer, 22, of Warren, had been previously convicted of a sex crime.
Cody Beemer and his wife, Felicia Beemer, 21, have been charged with rape and are in the Trumbull County jail awaiting trial. Police say the Beemers captured the crimes on a cellphone video.
Meanwhile, The Vindicator has obtained a copy of CSB's internal policy regarding visitation of children in the agency's custody.
It refers to cases in which "interaction between the parent and child has already been deemed to be inappropriate" and says such visitations should not be conducted outside of the agency's offices. Suspension or termination of visitation should be rare, the policy says.
The policy doesn't say whether electronic monitoring of visits should be used or whether CSB employees can leave the room periodically.
Kerosky, however, in a telephone call Monday, described the policy as having a range of options, from "eyes in the room, to on-camera, to someone popping in for a visit every 10 to 15 minutes."
As for statements from Engler and others that the visit in question involved two hours in which no camera was used and no employee was present except at the beginning and end, Kerosky said he couldn't talk specifically about it except that it fell within the range of the policy.
"I think everyone should let the investigation run its course," Kerosky said.
This is all about lawsuit money for a grandmother who couldn't even bother to have her grandchild in her home instead of the CSB facility.
Don't get me wrong the mom and dad rapists should spend the rest of their lives in prison and the CSB workers who neglected to do their duty should be fired and perhaps jailed as well for gross neglect and child endangering.
Maybe Engler is hoping for a big settlement so he can use that money to run for County Commissioner?
Wow, unionforever, that's kind of harsh. The visit would have been mandatory at CSB due to the known safety risk that the parents presented the child. The shame is that this visit should have been supervised with a staff member in the room for the duration of the visit. This grandmother should sue. The child is going to have severe emotional disturbances that could manifest in mood disorders, personality disorders, sexual deviancy, sexual offending of others, etc. and is going to require therapy and help. This grandma will have her work cut our for her and deserves all the help she can get. Lets all have a little sympathy and remember that the focus is this little girl who was raped by those she was supposed to be able to trust.
"Kerosky, however, in a telephone call Monday, described the policy as having a range of options, from "eyes in the room, to on-camera, to someone popping in for a visit every 10 to 15 minutes."
None of these options worked well for the child involved . . . ..
Staff in the room during the full duration of the visit should be required . If the parents weren't fit to have custody why were they left alone with the child ?
I can't even imagine harming your own child! These two scumbags need to be put in prison till the day they die. The poor little girl never had a chance. Bless the beasts and the children - for in this world they have no voice, they have no choice.
I know Most Of The Banks There Not Fit to Raise A Child, I don't Know Loretta Banks, When CSB takes a Child It could Take Months For Them To Put a Child Into The Custody of a Relative Let Alone a Grandmother.. My Brother Had 3 Kids By a Banks, After They Took Those Kids From That Banks For also Sexual Molesting My Brother Had To Go Threw Child Classes, Mental evaluation all Kinds Of Bull Crap to Get His Kids They Had them In a Horrible Foster Home Till He got them Bank. I know it took him over a yr to get his kids. They were Put In my Brother & moms Custody just not one.. Those Banks are Pretty Sick People. . Lots Of Drunks To. CSB should Be Held Accountable And Case Worker Fired. . They should Of Know By them taking the other child from that banks girl..The mother of my brothers kids had zero right no visitation at all.. Since Loretta married into that sick family i hope and pray she is better then that and is a decent person.
Engler's a washed up schmuck
They both need to hang. I think the grandmother is unfit to raise the kids as well, or she would have taken custody of them. I know if I was screwed up and had a kid, my parents would raise it in a heartbeat...as would most other grandparents. I don't know the family, but from what I hear/read, they are most likely typical Trumbull county trash.
Put the low life parents in jail forever! Engler is a lowlife lawyer and I am sure the public unions will want to fight for these county workers. Thet should be fired and the union should be saying they need fired. This is why so many people want sb5, bad public employees that are untouchable because of unions!
To the day I die I will never understand how a parent could do this to their own child much less a mother who we are taught has a personal connection to her own born. Don't consider myself a violant person but I would love 5 minutes with these people, death just seems to easy for them. Sad for me to think this way but I just wish I understood how they could have done this. I do also have to agree that SB5 is a savor for the people that work there and defeating it would make them untouchable like they are now. Someone will be fired but within a year will sue and get their job back with pay.


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Coach Tim Boon has underlined the importance of England Under-19s hitting their straps from the word go when the one-day international series against Sri Lanka gets under way tomorrow.
England have enjoyed a highly-impressive trip thus far, earning a creditable 0-0 draw in the two-Test series courtesy of an excellent batting rearguard in the second match at Colombo.
There have been a string of impressive individual performances to sit alongside an excellent team effort with Sam Wood, who followed up a brilliant century with a second-innings 95 in the second Test, and off-spinner Jack Parsons excelling.
With those players being joined by the likes of batsman Jack Sheppard and seamer Matthew Dunn for the one-day leg of the tour, Parsons is backing his troops to continue their fine work.
"Coming into the tour with limited practice, I think we did pretty well in the Test matches given that we came from sub-zero temperatures in England to monsoon conditions in Colombo," he told ecb.co.uk.
"We showed a lot of character and resilience in the second match to get a draw. There is very little turnaround time in preparing for the one-day series and we have some new players coming in.
"There is a slight difference in the squad, but we go into the series with great optimism.
"We need to set the tone from the start tomorrow, whether it's batting or bowling, and get off to a good start by playing positively.
"Our fielding is something we have worked hard at as well, as it's something we need to improve in the squad and that should also stand us in good stead."
Boon's desire to start the series well is undoubtedly something he will be drumming into his players ahead of an opener which he believes will go a long way to deciding the outcome of the five-match rubber.
"The first game is always an indicator of how things will fare," he said. "Sri Lanka will obviously play to their strengths and we know they have a lot of talent, particularly in their batting.
"We will have to be at the very top of our game in order to win, but there is no reason why we can't do it - we have had excellent practice facilities and are acclimatising well to local conditions.
"One-day cricket is very black and white - it's about winning moments in the game and we've had some good preparation.
"We're ready to go tomorrow and are looking forward to the challenge."
Should England overcome the odds and win the series, Boon believes his players can look back on a job very well done.
"To win the series would be a considerable achievement," he added. "But I believe we are capable of doing that - we have young players who are emerging and it would mean an awful lot to win."


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The similarities are striking: Two groups of five aspiring singers, brought together in the opening rounds of the X Factor to form a teen supergroup. As their season went on, both groups overcame their issues with dancing and a few bouts of pitchiness to place third, and were quickly snapped up by a record label. Even the names sound the same: One Direction, Fifth Harmony. With Simon Cowell's boys becoming transatlantic superstars, is it possible for his girls to follow in their footsteps and become the US X Factor's first bonafide success story?
That's the question posed by a recent MTV.com story, which was optimistic on the five girls' chances:
But will 5H, just like 1D, succeed? The last time an all-female group topped the Billboard albums charts was with Danity Kane in 2008, another female group formed on a reality TV show.
Since then, there has been dearth of female pop groups on the market, a vacuum that Simon Cowell, snarky TV judge by day and ruthless music executive and mogul by night, would be more than happy to exploit, something he did extraordinarily well in the boy-band market with One Direction.
It's this final point that will be crucial for Fifth Harmony's chances at emulating One Direction's success. Though the boy-band model was sagging in relevancy before One Direction burst onto the scene, the lads had the benefit of following the clearly defined path for success laid down by their predecessors: Four or five crushworthy guys, cute but not intimidatingly masculine, all of them just different enough that girls could pick their favorite. The model could be tweaked in important ways, particularly when it came to the music, but 1D enjoyed the same fundamental appeal as boy bands have had for generations.
Fifth Harmony, by contrast, faces their future career with a dispiriting lack of musical role models. The US pop industry, for whatever reason, hasn't warmed to a girl group in a long time. 5H would likely have better chances for success had they appeared on the original X Factor, and not just because of that show's greater skill at launching artists; girl groups catch on in the UK in a way they just don't in America. The Brits have a thriving tradition running from Atomic Kitten to Sugababes to Girls Aloud to Little Mix. In the US, it's basically Danity Kane, the Pussycat Dolls and that's it—and neither of those acts had much of a musical identity for Fifth Harmony to follow. You have to go back to the Spice Girls, 15 years ago, to find a girl group worth imitating.
Can Fifth Harmony pick up where the Spice Girls left off? Maybe that's a better question. They certainly want to, if certain post-performance invocations of "Girl Power!" are to be believed. But while the Spices excelled at branding themselves, both as a unit and individually—think of those wonderfully evocative names Posh, Baby and Scary—much of Fifth Harmony's brief career has been marked by the struggle to figure out exactly who they are. (In a scant few weeks in the public eye, they're already on their third name, having discarded LYLAS and 1432.) For many of their televised performances, the girls seemed stuck in an aesthetic no-man's-land. They mostly sang ballads, and seemed too young for them; when they tried their hand at age-appropriate fare like "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together," an odd sort of adult seriousness took them over, stripping the song of its giddy immaturity.
Fifth Harmony's semifinals performance, though, pointed a way forward. They took on Ellie Goulding's "Anything Could Happen" and nailed it (piercing oohs and all), bringing an Alice-in-Wonderland surrealism to the song that, surprisingly, worked. For a flash, their path was clear: They would be Katy Perry mixed with Cher Lloyd, with a touch of English ethereal nicked from Goulding and Sia.
Is that barest seed of an identity enough? It was for 5H's British boy band counterparts. Those guys spent the better part of their X Factor run cycling through various genres, looking for one direction (sorry) to follow. It didn't always work—check out their attempt at Coldplay, it's awful. But along the way, someone noticed that 1D performed best when covering the uptempo guitar pop that had previously been the domain of female singers like Kelly Clarkson and Natalie Imbruglia. Months of studio retooling later, a sound was born. If that was enough to bring the boy band trend out of its decade-long slumber, who's to say that Fifth Harmony, with Cowell again steering the way, won't be able to carve out their own niche?


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Vampire vines supposedly live in the darkest swamps of Nicaragua. Natives of this country call the plant "The Devil's Snare." The core of the plant is shaped somewhat like an octopus, with multiple vines extending from the core. The vines are as thick as rope and are lined with tiny, vampiric mouths (shaped more like suckers, like those on an octopus) that the plant uses to feed on victims.
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But the closer they examine the pieces, the more they realize the Springville, Utah,-based artist is an oil painter who creates hyper-realistic works.
Park City will get the opportunity to meet Patrick Kramer when the Coda Gallery hosts an artist reception for the exhibit "An Existential Confrontation," featuring Kramer's works, on Friday, Feb. 21, from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m.
Kramer, whose paintings cover a broad range of subjects, said he began drawing extraordinarily detailed works when he was a child.
"I drew a lot of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and many pictures of animals that I would see in National Geographic," Kramer said during an interview with The Park Record.
When Kramer got into high school, the art-bug overtook his life.
"I wasn't good at writing and wasn't good at math, so I took art classes," he said. "I decided to study drawing and painting when I got to Brigham Young University so I could focus on the arts and this is where I ended up."
Being detail-oriented does come with a lot of challenges.
"First off, there's the practical matter," Kramer said. "It can take a long time for me to finish a piece."
The painter has taken up to six to seven weeks on one painting.
"I am getting faster, though," he said with a laugh.
"It's just when you get to the two-month mark on one piece, you start to wonder how you can make a living doing it," Kramer said. "That's when things get a little scary."
Still, the artist loves the creative process of being a hyper-real painter.
"Even though a work will look just like a photograph, how I work behind the image gives an intensity to the painting that I enjoy," he said.
Finishing a piece proves to be another challenge for Kramer.
"You have to draw the line somewhere," he said with a sigh. "There are times when I will go back and look at a painting that I've taken up to Coda and see a part that I want to go touch up.
"The truth is, sooner or later, you're going to have to deal with the fact that there aren't a lot of people who will notice that part," he said. "However, it never really feels like I finish a work."
Kramer's subject matter ranges from water and fish to figures and machines.
"I'm all over the place," he said, laughing. "Most hyper-realists have one thing they focus on, whether they are reflections, buildings or the stuff that they have been able to build on in their niche.
"For me, it's all about exploring different ideas," Kramer said. "That's one of the good things about being a starving, unknown artist. I have that freedom."
Lately, the painter has been interested in floral design and decaying mechanics.
"I like the juxtaposition of things that are organic and beautiful against things that are industrial and falling apart," Kramer said. "I like that contrast."
He also is attracted to reflective surfaces.
"I like how the light passes through glass objects," he said. "I find those things to be beautiful for one reason or another."
Kramer is bringing 12 new works to the Coda for "An Existential Confrontation," and the gallery will display some works he painted last year.
"I've been represented by Coda for about five years," Kramer said. "They represented another artist I knew, Chris Young, who also does hyper-realist works. I thought they might be interested in my stuff, so I approached them.
"After I had gradated from BYU in 2008, I had built up a large body of works that were mostly drawings," he said. "They liked what they saw and started selling it."
Looking down the road a few years, Kramer has already formed some ideas for his art.
"I look at loose painters and get a little envious," he said. "I like the idea of perhaps making something loose and expressive contrasted with something hyper-real. I would like to combine the two styles someday."
The Coda Gallery, 804 Main St., will host an artist reception for painter Patrick Kramer on Friday, Feb. 21, from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m. The exhibit, "An Existential Confrontation," will feature Kramer's hyper-realist works. The event is free and open to the public. For more information, visit www.codaparkcity.com , or www.patrickkramerart.com.


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The Fourth of July in Missoula is a wild affair. Despite a town-wide ban on fireworks, the entire horizon was constant fireworks from 9:30 until 11:00 pm.
We had a great vantage point (the Underground's wealthy fly fishing benefactor's home commands a stunning view from the ridge), and some of the neighborhood shows put the city's display to shame.
To say I'm tired is an understatement; I've got a couple hundred photos to sort through, and many, many more perceptions to put into print.
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When CM Punk walked out on the WWE after the "Royal Rumble" pay-per-view, one of the reasons sources listed was money questions. With the WWE Network eliminating most of the pay-per-view bonuses, Punk felt that one large source of talent income was disappearing. According to PWS on Monday, one of the WWE rumors of why Batista is leaving the WWE early to start promoting "Extreme Rules" is because of money.
The early WWE rumors indicated that Batista was leaving because the WWE wanted him to lose to Daniel Bryan at "WWE Payback" in the WWE World Heavyweight Championship match. With Batista tapping out to Bryan at "Wrestlemania 30" and then taking the pin to Roman Reigns at "Extreme Rules," it seems that he was losing more than a star should. Rumor is that he felt losing again, to a smaller wrestler, would have him leaving looking weak.
Possibly the reason is a mixture of the two, an unwillingness to look weak as he heads out to promote "Guardians of the Galaxy" and the absence of the money he was promised when he agreed to return. The WWE rumors indicate that the money is "not great" at this time, and a lot of that comes from the WWE Network. While there are close to 700,000 subscribers, the WWE Network has caused other problems.
The biggest problems are cable providers refusing to carry the pay-per-view events. Direct TV, DISH Network and UVerse all refused to carry "Extreme Rules," which eliminates much of the pay-per-view payout money. While the WWE Network is great for fans, it appears that those cable providers are attempting to blackmail the WWE into nixing the idea of including pay-per-views. It is the fans who will lose out in the end when the WWE raises prices for the WWE Network to make up for the loss in pay-per-view revenue.
For now, it seems that Batista is leaving after this week's "WWE Smackdown." WWE rumors indicate that officials spent most of Sunday before the "Extreme Rules" pay-per-view trying to convince Batista to stay on through "WWE Payback." However, with the amount of money Batista has, he has the option to walk away just like CM Punk did if he feels he is not getting what he was promised.


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My depression grows everyday,
It started as a come and go,
It decided to stay and create a black cloud,
All I can do,
Is sit and hope,
Wish and dream,
Cry and smile,
I fake these looks for my family,
They feel responsible,
Like they caused my pain,
Truth is,
No one caused it,
It just came,
because a boy,
I loved,
All alone,
All my fault,
Not being there,
I was so stupid,
So young,
I yelled at him,
Told him i hated him,
Told him to leave me and never come back,
His friends came and got him,
They drove him home,
He decided to come back to see me,
My fault,
My fight caused,
His death,
He tried to get to me,
A car smashed his,
Head trama,
Lungs smashed,
Face scared,
Last words said,
I hate you,
I rushed to his side,
Last thing i hear,
I love you,
Never forget me,
He passed away,
In my arms,
Me in tears,
Unable to tell him,
I love you too,
Never could I forget you,
Your my heart,
My soul,
You'll always be with me<3
Copyright © Emily Rakis | Year Posted 2010
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who'd dare go near?
To save this rose, who'd risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
Copyright © Nina Hernandez | Year Posted 2010
The walls of the doctor's office
Are blue.
Blue is a color that's supposed to
Calm, to soothe.
The doctor and the nurse both have
Blue eyes.
They are telling me
About the magic pill
That will make
All of my problems
Go away...
The nurse asks,
"Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?"
I don't answer...
Not immediately.
I ask if I can answer
Next time I come back.
I'm still thinking
Of those words...
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
If I hear-
If I hear lines in my head
Chasing eachother around
Like hallucinations,
Hear voices speaking poetry,
Is this what it means
To be schitzophrenic?
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
If I start speaking with a ryhthm then
To speak in iambic pantameter-
Is this like OCD behavior?-
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
If I stay up all night-
Have you ever stayed up all night?
Have you ever gone outside
And sat in your backyard
At 3am and felt how... peaceful...
The darkness was- listened as
The wind whispered love songs
And watched the sky
Until the first light of dawn
Brushed the sky's cheek
With her fingers?
Did you look for words
To describe the first kiss
Of sunshine?
I've always loved
To write about
The sunrise...
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
I haven't written poetry
In a month but
I still can't sleep-
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
I haven't written poetry
In two months, and
I don't know why-
I don't think I can,
I think-
Maybe my heart broke...
I don't care if I see
The sunrise...
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
I slept for 15 hours straight
But I'm not quite sure,
It doesn't feel like I ever
Really woke up-
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
I just want... to write.
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
I wrote a poem today...
I wrote about the sunrise.
I've always loved to write
About the sunrise.
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
I know I probably seem
Tired at the moment;
People have been
Telling me that-
I haven't slept much
For a few days or so,
I've been writing too much
People keep telling me
I look so happy.
The doctor asked me
Don't you want to be
Like everyone else?
...No. I don't.
But I didn't say this.
I nodded like
They wanted,
And then wrote
It in a poem-
The one place
I never have to
Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014
The phone rings empty into the night.
Filling a void that brings strange comfort
to thoose around.
Rage eats away untill it bores a hole
straight through are hearts.
Whiskey cauterizes the wound.
Alone with fools we gather.
The bitter ones taking to there barstools.
the weak look to punish thoose happy
Who dare to feel anything in the place of
She left so many years befor.
At least her mortal soul did.
I rememeber when it was when I still
dared to dream.
Long befor reallity was a friend.
Lovers lie.
Motions keep us living.
She spoke but the words were empty as her heart.
So as strangers we parted just as we met.
With a bitter taste I never did reply.
The phone rang it's last time.
I herd it echo farewell down the hall.
I had to go so I never unlocked the door.
i just left my emotions hanging like some
forgotten coat pushed back in
the closet.
Its been almost a year since that phone filled
the emptyness of my soul.
If only I had answered.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view
I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused
I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone
So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss
April 14, 2013
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
" From the debt of my heart"
The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.
Copyright © Charles Melody Lightning Ink | Year Posted 2011
Sitting dying alone,
In this dark and dingy place
It has now become my home..
The only open bar
In town, I needed something to heal my broken heart
I'm on my 8th round, Going on Nine now!
Swaying on this broken bar stool
As the bartender shouts
his "last call", As I'm looking down
and this shuffled ground
As I try a re step my footsteps home
Walking them back In my head
But I'm a stumbling mess
My heart feels like shattering glass
I'm slowly breaking,
Sink-in, Drown-in in the dark-nest
I'm Gasp-in, For breath, Each one Hard-er
than the next!
While the whole world around me are breathing
Fine, I'm falling back into the abyss,
Broken heart-ed
This vodka has cut my skin so deep
This broken glass with it's hard edges
Digging, Silting into me
Tho some of my pain was self inflicting
My heart's beat, is barely beating
That's why I'm drinking
This gin
Now swallowed, why cant I
swallow my pride With
Dignity, I'm openly seeking darkness
I'm sorry farther "For I have sinned"
Those sin's I've harbored
Now my hollowed soul's giving In
To that darkness....
My body trembling ,The outcome's looking bleak
I've become so weak
Shaking knees, I can barely stand up
My eye's become teary
They say its this alcohol that's depressing me
But it's soon becoming my dependency
I'm finding hard to leave it be, I'm hooked....
...To a drip, Anything so I can get my fix
It's another chapter I've my book
That''s needs to be ripped, Apart
Because I'm hiding be-hide a mask
My face is smiling but inside my heart is scared..
I'm writing this at night
I'm tired... but my mind's racing fast
while my eyes are wide shut
I'm Trying to sleep..but my mind's
Not giving up..whilst
I'm lying on my friends sofa
I'm unable to get up
Morning rises but I'm slowly dying..
I'm hung over
Pondering on my life and wondering
what it would be like being sober
How can I achieve anything in life
When my only motivation is getting high
And the other half of the time
I'm crying inside
Too depressed to write
But I wipe my tears
But I'm still here, On my bar stool from 9 to 5!
The same broken record playing
Saying "I'm going to quit" But I'm not facing
My problems to begin with, I need a Fixative
I'm not telling myself I got a problem to be able to fix it!
Sitting here, Ripping the label off this toxic beer, bottle
I can't look at look at this mirror and face him!
Face it you hit rock bottom...
I cant believe what I have become
I wake up drunk
Where will I end up?
As I look along, A sedimentary I come a pone, A grave with my name above...
As the bar door's are now closing
My heart's ripped open Soaking
In pure emotion
Bartender "Give me two more shots"
And ill mend my way's
Not before a quick pit stop
To get more drink from this shop
Because I'm getting sick of these sad song's that play
From the broken jukebox!
Or this it me?
And my pain that's eternal bleeding
Thinking that every sad song is talking to me?
I'm leaving..
Because I'm lonely
I wonder if anyone get's me?
The feeling of looking back hopelessly
At the bottom of the vodka bottle
Describing my feelings of feeling empty!
I've been here before so it can't be rock bottom
The only thing I adore
Is my trusty red Pen that's my Savior
It's a metaphor...it's my blood, That's in its ink
When it hit's the paper
It's that pain, I'm writing with!
Because that inspiration's bleeds through my veins
Just for me to scribble to words on this page
Just so I can throw them away!
Because I think anything I ever do
Is not good enough for you..
Maybe I should do, More before I get taken away
Maybe if that ambulance had been late
I wouldn't been standing here today
But I still cant make that change
Because My vision, Impaired by the flashing lights
Of that ambulance
So If I die, today
At least they couldn't say
He was just an addict
Who abused his talent...
But I'm still here I tried To drown My
But I'm Drowning In tear's That I'll cry
Copyright © Jamie Walker | Year Posted 2014
My wrapper loose day after day
My motion and emotion unstable
I forget to think
But I wasn't drunk
I remember in a trance
Stable I was
My wrapper tight on my torso
Not divulging the firm breasts
I remember vividly when it began to loose
Days turned nights
The sun withheld its radiance
I mourned unending
Breasts tumor I had
Oh! The pain hurts
One more ill has befallen me
A spinster at 50
Severally dumped I was
By men on trial
The life I live was wreaked
My heart fell apart
Picking up the fossils
Amidst courage and optimism
Dreadful incidence I traversed
Since my birth, early 60's
Aargh! I'm bigoted
But utmost myopic
I wasn't sleeping
Merely a spinster's vision
When at 52
Men on trial returned
I had miscarriages
Pains were inflicted
53, I would be
The wrapper has slipped off
Revealing the sagging breasts
My legacy is gone
I've missed my menses
I've wept all day
I pled against miscarriage
But all hope is not lost
Because I'm pregnant!
Copyright © Omebe Rita | Year Posted 2013
A Diamond Shattering Death
Diamonds shattering just behind her family's door
for the life of her dear father is no more!
Fate set it's seal too early upon her young life,
results of a great tragedy born of mental strife.
Death brought shadows blocking out healing light
no more beautiful sunrise, as all is darkest night.
Wickedly, it's daggers into that soul deeply cut,
aches and pain sole companions in that black rut.
So very relentless are such deep heartache blues,
often birthed on strange paths one did not choose.
Father lost in desperation of mental illness's haze
poison taken ending his painful and confusing days.
Silently reading from the one great spiritual book
a mourning, soulful repose daughter then took
Seeking solace as she gazed into another realm,
seeking rescue ship, her beloved Savior at the helm!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-14-2014
Note: Poem is about one of the greatest and most grievous
tragedies in life. Although nobody in my family from either
side ever did such a thing, I saw its devastation on my
best friend/schoolmate back when I was only 12 years old.
His father ended his own life in that way(shot himself).
After that his character completely changed and since that
day in 1966 sadly, two of his brothers and four of his cousins
have done the same. Such tragedy in one family is impossible
for me to truly understand.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
My picture of pain,
Exists with a slight twist,
I place a sharp razor on my wrist,
Dragging it vertically and horizontally I make slits,
Feeling the urge after every heartbreak,
Feeling the urge to cut with every mistake I make,
Someone help me, but please do not refer to me as insane,
I'm not seeking attention; my body gets numb to the pain,
Expressing the pain I've felt emotionally by hurting myself physically.
The endorphins which releases from each cut causes me to fell high
If you ask what's wrong I'm going to lie.
But as you can see the truth, I am not fine
I'm slowly breaking down inside,
But I cover up all this pain with a smile and pull down my long sleeves,
That cover up the all the memories that each scar leaves.
Copyright © Michaelia Sangster | Year Posted 2015
America, why did you stray from the old way.
A constitution put forth, the foundation of our land,
barely recognizable what was originally Jefferson's hand.
Tarnished and smudged by misinterpretation,
overindulgence and greed, to satisfy political,
judicial, and journalistic need.
Once majority rule, now bordering on ridicule,
the law of the land, ever changing, meeting demands,
of whoever takes a stand.
America, why did you stray, parents unable to discipline,
fear children undisciplined now rule, school in chaos,
students unruly, guaranteed to pass, unprepared for their future,
parents unsure, wish for the past, hope the next generation,
won't be like the last.
America, why did you stray, streets used to be a place to play,
neighbors knew one another, socialized every day,
doors left unlocked, nothing to fear, families stayed close,
helped one another, took care of mother.
Now drugs rule the day, hate and crime more common than play,
multiple locks symbolic of today, rarely talk to a stranger,
living in fear; life no longer precious, taken away,
day after day, the bloody count rises, a country in crisis,
victims pay, guilty appeal, courts give them the best deal.
Nobody protests for victims rights, put a murderer to death,
they scream all night.
America, why did you stray, hatred and bigotry alive
and well today, nationalities split, long for the old way,
when an American, was just an American, now hyphenation,
the accepted way.
America, why did you stray, once an industrial giant
you gave it away, too high a standard for industry to pay,
moved out of country, the new American way, unemployment,
poverty, homelessness rapidly increasing, ruined lives,
while billions are spent on so called allies.
America, why did you stray, what's written today,
barely address the wrongs building every day,
religion is accepted, God is not,
country divided, politically split,
presidential bashing provides journalistic wit,
hatred and bigotry, live for it.
America why did you stray, new chapters every day,
really a damn shame.
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood stone still,
Eyes shut like blinds and fingers dug into ground,
Felt he could move no muscle, for was sadly street bound.
Shutting his eyes, arms wrapped tight round
His skinny body, battered and browned
Praying for the sake of friends, family and all
However imaginary, he imagined them call
"Boy, come to us we love you most"
"Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast"
"Do not cry, remember our love"
Joining their gaze in the beyond above,
He softly mumbled a song to forget,
The once daily song that was always a duet,
Alone on that hill without any feel,
Of an afterlife he finally accepted, wasn't real
Tears met the floor, now bathed in yellow light,
As lightning struck him too quick to fright,
Child lay on the floor, dismembered and black,
Though his mouth was smiling and his happiness had come back,
As re-joined with family, head held high,
He waved his tortured existence goodbye.
Hugging his mum and his dad the same,
Somehow put an end to the incessant rain,
The natives emerged from their homes, safe and sound,
The boy crying for happiness at the new life he had found.
Soul peering at his body, dead at age eleven,
Holding family's hands they could finally pass on and join heaven.
The touch of their skin brought old emotion,
Parents who were torn betwixt war and devotion,
A child whom they gave their best shot,
By train to board and bomb to not.
The grave of the boy with the electric crown,
Who carried a burden he couldn't live down,
Stood proud in the yard of cobbles and stones,
For everyone knew those were a heroes bones,
When you look into the sky on a stormy night,
Remind yourself of the boy's plight.
As he is the clouds that damper weather,
Out to protect his town, children altogether,
He wanted a life for them around,
That didn't consist of being mentally wound,
A life that he could never possess,
But he did not bathe in spiralling depress.
Life is sacred, upon that hill,
Those cobbles and stones bring great goodwill,
For the sun only shines on that grassy land,
Still holding marks of the boy's humble hand,
Some say that the yearly rain,
Is him up above, the tears of a chain.
The chain of the tears shed on that night,
Of the fear and happiness' conventional recite,
Up above, being tucked under the covers,
Is a little boy with an injury he recovers,
Mother kisses his head and says her goodnight,
Father over bed, comforting a nightmare fright.
Drifting off, the boy could hear,
A little rhyme to calm his fear,
"Boy, come to us we love you most"
"Our love for you is bigger than the Canadian coast"
"Do not cry remember our love-"
The young man rose slowly in his bed,
Opened his eyes and smiled as he said
"I'm here"
Copyright © Nichola Vincent | Year Posted 2014
Young and Old: It is time to
wake up; Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's: God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".
Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19 thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2010
The pressure and pain in each other's family of another friend that slips away and now
you find yourself in need of someone to talk too. And in each family and every of the
thousand's that you thought was your friend is never the same. "He's more than just a
friend". When one need to be uplifted and the need of the same thousand seem some-
what drifted, the one that truly is in need gets lost in the shuffle. And that shuffle is re-
onerated by one's pride and greed, that same someone shall never have the proper
necessitie's too satisfied that need. The Lord Jesus Christ promises friendship mix with
courtship would always equal a divine relationship. "He's more than just a friend", for I
once was lost but now I am found, the one's in need of an uplift will not find it, because
the idiosyncrasies we compound in our live's is due to the burden's that we allow to keep
us down, we turn to someone who we thought was that friend, only to be disapointed time
and time again, the price of which is discarded by the poor. "He's more than just a friend,
maybe that's him you hear knocking at your door". If that be him....then let him in, a
friend indeed is he, clousure than any somebody that you will meet having church on any
street. Muhummed nor Buhda can be your friend. For they were not annoited on the
criteria of love nor do their belief's allow's being friendly to folk's that marches to the beat
of a different stroke. Now if you are still in need of a friend and you're not ashame to
call upon his name. (Call Him) He would come to you from all direction. Just believe, on
that day of ressurection, more than just a friend got up and got out, SHOUTING!!.."All power is mine".
"So now all everyone". "COME"
And meet a real true friend. Believing on Joseph and Mary's - Son. {He is the One}.
The family was all gather in the waiting room at the local hospital. The new's of
Anthony being shot had everyone there in a state of shock and feeling dispeckable.
Just about a month ago the elder Anthony (Sr.) died after a serious car accident that
left 3-people's dead and a little boy in a coma, after recieving a large cut on his head.
So now his mother is deeply in need, and all are praying as they wait for answers-about
what seem like a hundred year's a doctor dress in hospital garment steps in the waiting
room, "sorry to be the bearier of bad new's, but Anthony injury was to seveered-we did
all we could, but sad to say....he's dead". The outcry of emotion was unbearable, Anthony
mother is given a shot to help her calm down and relax. "The enemy of depression is stat-
ed to begin when the enemy think's you're vulnerable at your most perplex stage".
But the power of prayer is a medicated antidode that wards off when the mind is slated.
Believing in Prayer's, Justifie's my stronghold on hope. "For faith is the substance of things
hope for, and the evidence of things not seen". Member's of Anthony family prayed inclusi-
vily for the carjacker to be caught, for he shot Anthony and stole his car, being depress
already she kept on praying thru-out this ordeal, and within hours, he's caught.
Thank God for being so real, his younger sister is heard as she shouts-after they're told
of the capture and still very sadden about Anthony ordeal, God has a way that brings about
hope--hope brings this family some thrill.
A whole lot of people deal with depression, some in the most provocative way. I myself
Believe's in faith, when the enemy tries to ruin my day.
Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2009
Lying in the enclosed walls of my room
I used to think as I lay all night and day
everyone else around the world
also slumber
But no! all I see is not all there is
Somewhere somehow, at the same time
lies other boys with great imaginations
that keep them awake
Somewhere somehow, its afternoon in
another nation, and within its boundaries
live other passionate savvies making
every moment count
While I make excuses for the time loss
some millennials with the same idea I had
and ignored months ago, are working
tirelessly to make theirs a reality
Somewhere somehow, while I lay wishing
and waiting, an army arises taking fearless
steps like they have nothing to lose
Somewhere somehow, an age mate is
earning so much just by using their talent
for good
While I lay, legends with so much
achievements still lie awake because they
feel there is still so much to do
While I sleep,the clock doesn't.
Copyright © Mawunyo Adjei | Year Posted 2014
I use to cut my wrist and hope to die,
You never understood the pain behind my smile,
Depression took over my body and all I did was cry.
But I couldn't feel too sorry for myself I fought to survive.
But when I couldn't take the hurt and the lies;
I'd cut my wrist and hope to die.
I use to get insecure and wonder why.
Why did you break my heart and made me cry,
So then I'd cut my wrist and hope to die
This was definitely our last fight,
I shed a couple tears and wished to die that night.
You were my soul mate, my best friend, you were like my brother
Now I reminisce on the days when we use to love each other.
Now I'm stronger, I've moved on
And you're now in past,
I regret the day I believed you when you said,
"Darling I'm gonna make us last".
Tonight I thought I shook off a roach. Swore I felt it approach. Imagined it crawling down
my throat. My Dad came out from the den and asked What's Wrong? I said, Nothing, I'm fine
when I still felt bits of dead roach nesting in my spine. That's Divine.
I feel the Holy Spirit in me tonight. Jesus Christ! I must have done right! Don't come
near me, I'm contaminated, clearly. Oh, God, need me! So that the sky doesn't turn black
every time I look up to seek your advice. My chips are stacked, I've got them wracked.
Roll the dice six six six every time. On my Dime. I think I may have crossed the line.
Maybe I'm sick. Maybe I'm not hip to this.
Maybe I just need to settle down. Take a breath. Take a pill. Sit real still. Stare until
I become comatose blare my music so loud that my eyes become brazen and I can't hear what
you're saying.
Do roaches bite? I wonder at night. As I hide beneath the covers that used to shield us
from one another. Protect us from the evils in this world, bring no harm to little girls.
Now they just cover up old condoms and dirty food crumbs.
Numb. Numb. Numb. Can't move. Limbs feel numb, limbs feel wrung, limbs feel slung,
stammering and slurring like grandma after her stroke.
This is a joke. The world's a joke. We're a joke.
Then why aren't we laughing? Why aren't we guffawing until our paws fall off, our mittens
become smitten and we cough up our dirty lungs with joy.
Oh boy, here I go again. If this is a joke why aren't we laughing? Why aren't we guffawing
until our paws fall off, our mittens become smitten and we cough up our dirty lungs with joy.
Copyright © sara ribar | Year Posted 2010
She sits alone
She draws her knees up to her shoulders, hugging them tightly
She shivers in the icy wind
Her teeth chatter and the stream of tears from her eyes, sting her cheeks
As she lifts her head towards the heavens,
Her eyes burn with pain and her piercing scream, barely human, expresses her Excruciating
suffering and anguish
She is gripped by immense sorrow, the most powerful and destructive emotion
It roughly envelopes her, throwing her into a pit of darkness, filled with evil shadows
The shadows claw at her, ripping into her flesh like daggers
She shakes violently, tasting blood as she bites down hard on her bottom lip
But she feels no pain, her body is numb, numbed by the demons of sorrow, who,
Are slowly overpowering her, devouring her heart
And locking her in an eternal web of pain
She is engulfed by fear as the intense sorrow surrounding her, compresses her
She gasps for air as the merciless hands of sorrow close around her throat
She fights in her lonely vacuum, with everything she has
She reaches for her only comfort, her fingers coil around the blade
As she stretches her arms out in front of her, her void eyes gaze upon her pale skin
Her skin is etched with scars
Her scars an eternal, entwined, tattoo of her excruciating suffering
As she runs the jagged blade over her skin, its cold feel calms her
The compressing sorrow surrenders
This is her saviour, the one who can release her from this life of pure hell
Her skin begins to open, the river of blood flowing strong
Her pain is flung into the open, through her wounds,
Leaving a sense of tranquility in her distraught heart
Her red stained fingertips caress her raw wounds
She is mesmorised by the life force flowing from her, as it paints
Her tragic story on her body
Painful tears bleed from her eyes as regret shudders through her
She rocks backwards and forwards, lulling herself into a sense of peace
Her body is drained
As she lies back she becomes limp
Her eyes close and her whispered prayers fill the open air,
Creating the painful melody her heart sings
As she slips away
Thunder roars and the starry heavens open
As God's tears rain over His beloved daughter,
Healing her wounds and piecing her broken soul back together
As the sun rises above her,
It illuminates her peaceful expression
Her earthly father collapses besides her
His silent tears wash over her beautiful, pale face
As he lifts his dead child in his arms,
Vicious sorrow rips his heart apart,
Creating wounds which will never heal
Copyright © Amy Sullivan | Year Posted 2011
I wept, my insides swelling
Despising every fiber of my body…
I focused on the glassed scenery before me
Longing to be a bird…so I might fly so far away….
From the searing pains of my present
The end to all of my hopeful dreams and fantasies
I knew in my heart…I must return
Back into the presence where these tears began
I recalled many lonely nights without that presence
I remember how empty I felt, how moist the pillow was
As I rested my burning head through the misery of 'what-if'
My body feeding the infestation on my bed…
I let the critters bite me for so long….
Wishing they would eat me all away…
And I wished, my hands pressed against the hot glass…
That I had that bed again…
Staring out that window, wishing…writhing
Longing for a downpour as the sun beat mercilessly
Fighting to hold the excreting despair
A lonely hall I stood in…once so full of life…
I now stood alone there….
Shaking in the buzz beyond me
How long must I stand here?
After all these years….that's all he had to say?
I didn't care….today was the end….today was the very end….
My strength was gone…sucked dry….
Just as I allowed my tears to disappear…..
I refused to cry no longer…
Dry….dry faster….you mean nothing!!!!
For the presence has made himself very clear
In cold existence… though at distance…
It was his way….and I couldn't change that
Like so many others around, the one I loved….
Couldn't even spare a fleeting look
I had no one to blame but myself…
Though a part of me begged me to believe he was different
And no one questioned my solemn walk to the lone window
So I cursed my body, my soul, and heart
I cursed what I had trusted to make my mark
I wanted to just…fade away…
And though granted existence to this presence,
Acknowledgement remained a strained formality
A distant dream of something more…
Walking briskly through that double door…..
"I was impressed…" He had added, with no emotion.
No conviction. And no love.
Why do your eyes wander as you speak?
Is this broken heart even worthy of your gaze?
…..trust me…..
I no longer live for your acceptance, you fleeting presence
I no longer write to you…though often about you…
No longer speak of the beauty I have once seen
But there are still times when my eyes moisten,
As I imagine where you once stood
Imagining those sickening 'what ifs'….feeding the parasites….
Imagining what could have been…
What will never be again….
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Inspire I write wisdom in the fire, to decline the bitter taste of a dark intelligence
that I admire. My heart is a sentence of jealousy behind a question mark of
vegeance. Inches deep inside this love note paper cut, stiches flood beside to keep
the wound shut.
Copyright © Roger Byrd | Year Posted 2011
Hurting inside feel like I am about to cry Like anyone cares that I am dyeing inside I feel
like I could disappear into thin air and no one would that I wasn't there I could leave
tomorrow and see that none would know that I was even there they would cease to care
Life is about living for today not tomorrow but no one told me that it would be filled with
so much sorrow I feel like giving up and calling it quits because there is nothing here in
this world I'm in well I said my piece I said it all now I feel like crawling up into a tiny little
ball well that's it that's a wrap it's the end of the show oh wait it's not a show it's my life
well go on think what you want to think but I lost my Hope and Faith and it's not a
mistake it's the story of truth being told I am hurting inside that's no lie because now I
have just died a little more inside
Copyright © Faith Bradford | Year Posted 2011
Darkness is my life that apears in
Has it come to just another fix.
The smile does conceal my losing fight.
The music the screams within.
The lies eat away at the man I can no
longer stand.
Hollow is thy heart.
Crimson stains all that is never held in
It started a game now it's a curse.
In darkness I speak to you
all I could never say.
The man once known to you.
Has all but faded away.
And as I slip into adictions abyss.
Candle lit memories were taken
with the breeze.
That killed that romantic glow.
As the stranger who exists in the form
once you did love.
Twist's into a form you cannot understand.
I ask out of love for you to forget.
The monster that haunts this form.
In memories true love we will forever know.
The emptyness of of this life.
And the once splendid candle lights glow.
In truth we die.
As we live.
So must we cry.
Not every every question has a answer my friends.
Copyright © DR Robert Gonzo | Year Posted 2010
it hurts again today
i wake up in pain
tears flow
pain grows
no one loves me
all alone
please hold my hand
let me love
let me be loved
make the pain go away
so i can stop crying on the inside
and live again
laugh again
be whole again
it hurts again today
go away
Copyright © lm klopp | Year Posted 2009
He despaired. He was despondent and desperate.
He was impelled to violent action but restrained from acting out.
He had finally given up. He had lost all hope.
Disheartened and dispirited his will had collapsed.
Lacking confidence or courage, depression defined him.
He languished in gloom and grieved in lament.
He succumbed to a wretched tribulation,
a miserable melancholy, so forlorn was his ordeal.
He anguished over his prospects, so painful was his worry.
Desperate and wholly dejected the criminal faced his judgment.
As justice was served he fretted, ruminated, chafed, sulked and moped.
Now he faced the torment and ridicule he so easily delivered.
Finally he too understood the meaning of despair.
Copyright © Ed Coet | Year Posted 2008
A heart is broken and I am dead
Wondering when this pain will end
My heart will need to mend
Crying out loud screaming through blood
It soaks the floor I collapse in mud
Crawling slowly I cannot breathe
My vision is blurry and now I can't see
I hear a scream and demon bell
The world is now a freezing hell...
Copyright © Robert Sebastian | Year Posted 2009
It starts real slow
Just one little speck
Then more and more
Soon it's up to your neck
So you drudge through the sand
Day in and day out
Life's struggle gets harder
Your head filled with doubt
Unsure what to do
With the time you have left
You start to feel anxious
From the thoughts of your death
So you stay in your room
But know it can't last
Because the sand's almost out
In your life's hourglass
Copyright © Tomas Vazquez | Year Posted 2016
Grey are the days that past by my eyes
and the nights are scary to see.
A pall clouds my vision each day I awake
which hinders my search for me.
Blank are the stares I see each day
when I look at the eyes in the glass.
Reflection of the one I'm trying to save
from this suffocating morass.
Lost I am as I travel the road
that I hope will lead me to salvation.
The forks in the road are far too many
and my heart pounds from palpitation.
Deep into my mind do I bring my search
as I desperately try to see.
Yet twisted and tangled my thoughts all seem
as I still keep up the search for me.
In the eyes of my child I do see a glimpse
of something that makes me believe,
in the hope that I have something to salvage
as much as my mind tries to deceive.
The hands of my friends reaching for me
to help though I don't even ask,
tells me that I do have my good inside
and I shouldn't take myself to task.
But as much as the signs and the help I receive
give me a glimpse of the person I know I be,
I have so much pain and confusion in the way
that it's so very hard to find the real me.
Copyright © Anthony Amero | Year Posted 2010
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished
Me, Myself, and I...
"There are things that concern us,"
Consensed my "Selves" in earnest
""We" fear that "I" have succumbed to delusion"
"And after careful deliberation
It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion"
"Fact is your intuition
Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired"
"So you leave us no recourse
Don't push us to use force"
It is then that the "I" was summarily fired
I exclaimed "By whose authority?" Response, "Rule of majority"
"The "Myself" and the "Me," (forthwith the "We"), are experts in our field"
"And with much technique and time
And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed"
"So to keep yourself from having a fit
Step back and just calm down a bit"
"We," they said, "certainly have this under control"
"We swear this won't hurt at all"
Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul
You know, fact is I do feel off axis
As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it "Us"), seek to pen
And with my mind feeling numb
I finally chose to succumb
And allow the "Me" and the "Myself" to begin
And then came questions in a flurry
Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give
They pushed and they prodded
With every "T" crossed and "I" dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve
And all this psycho-analysis
Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please
"Yes, oh yes indeed
I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses"
Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
"Your, (Or "Our"), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that "You're," ("We're"), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we're having such problems with diagnosis"
Then "I" had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the "Me" and the "Myself" squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
"I" spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
"I" produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then "I," (or "Us"), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my "selves" choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
"Can't we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find"
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I've made good friends
With the "Me", the "Myself," and the "I"
Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts
or comments here on this page.
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Chelsea Salter, age unknown, of Kingston, Ontario, also was ordered to immediately surrender all animals in her care to the Ontario SPCA (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals), the SPCA said. In addition, she was sentenced to two years of probation, during which time agents can inspect her home to ensure she complies with the ban on caring for, living with or owning any animal, the organization said. A court imposed the penalties after Salter pled guilty Aug. 11 to permitting distress to an animal.
According to the SPCA, the tabby-and-white kitten, who seemed to be five to six weeks old at the time of incident, fell or jumped into a hot deep fryer and sustained serious leg and stomach burns. When agents were called to Salter's home, they found the kitten lethargic, withdrawn and lying on the floor of a coat closet with no sign that the raw wounds had received professional medical attention.
While Salter told investigators she could not afford veterinary care, the SPCA said that cash-strapped pet owners with injured animals should contact a local humane society for help. The kitten, who was turned over to the Kingston Humane Society, is now doing well and has been adopted by another person, the SPCA said.
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IDF Spokesperson Brgi. Gen. Yoav (Poly) Mordechai said that tonight, "we struck a blow to the command and control of Hamas when we hit Ahmed al-Jabari, head of Hamas' Military Wing in the Gaza Strip, who headed the organization and personally directed and ordered terrorist attacks against Israel. We are opening a broad attack, given the intolerable situation of the residents of the South."
Brig. Gen. Mordechai added that "the Chief of Staff is in the [defended underground war room] and the Air Force continues its surgical strikes. We are in the midst of an attack that will continue and grow. There is no hourglass. We received the green light from the Prime Minister and the Minster of Defense. If I were a senior Hamas activist- I would look for a place to hide."
The IDF Spokesperson did not rule out the possibility of a ground operation and emphasized that all options that exist are on the table. "Infantry brigades have been shifted in preparation for the operation," said the IDF Spokesperson. "All options that allow us to cause serious damage to Hamas and the other terrorist organizations are on the table."


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By: Matt Burkholder
Game 50: Fresno State Bulldogs (25-24, 12-15 MW) at Bakersfield Roadrunners (20-27, 12-9 WAC)
First Pitch: May 7 - Wed: 6 p.m.
Stadium: Hardt Field
Surface: Grass
Dimensions: 325 (LF), 390 (CF), 325 (RF)
All-Time Series: Bakersfield leads 13-11
Last Meeting: FS defeated CSUB, 7-4 (2013)
Radio: AM 940 ESPN
Video: N/A
Live Stats: GoBulldogs.com
Twitter: @FresnoStateBSB
Midweek Dish
With only five games remaining in the 2014 regular season, Fresno State will close out the road portion of its schedule on Wednesday with a nonconference game against Bakersfield from the Western Athletic Conference. First pitch is set for 6 p.m. at Hardt Field.
Not only does Wednesday's game close out the regular season road schedule, but it also caps a five-game swing away from home. On April 30 Fresno State opened its road trip at Cal State Fullerton, from there the 'Dogs traveled north for a three-game Mountain West conference series over the weekend at San Jose State. Fresno State fell 8-1 at Fullerton and lost two of three at San Jose State. Prior to going on the road, the 'Dogs played five-straight games at Beiden Field and swept their homestand, defeating California, Cal State Fullerton and outscored Air Force 25-3 in three games during the week of April 22-27. This season the Bulldogs are 18-8 at home while 7-16 on the road.
Bakersfield hosted UC Santa Barbara on Tuesday night to kick off a week of hosting five games in six days at Hardt Field. The Runners fell to the Gauchos 7-3. In WAC play the Runners traveled to Northern Colorado last weekend and swept their conference series. Bakersfield is 20-27 overall and 12-9 in conference action.
The May 7 contest against Bakersfield is the first game of a home-and-home series between the two programs. The Bulldogs play host to CSUB on Tuesday, May 13 for their first game back at Beiden Field after having their first weekend off all season, May 9-11. The two schools were originally scheduled to face each other on February 26, but inclement weather forced the game to be rescheduled.
Fresno State will close out the regular season with a three-game MW series against San Diego State, May 15-17. The Mountain West Conference tournament will be held in Las Vegas, hosted by UNLV, May 21-25.
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The Panama City Rescue Mission serves 750 to 800 meals a day to the needy.
Tuesday the Mission's residential addiction recovery program students turned the tables, cooking and serving meals during the annual men's ministries fund raising banquet.
"This rescue mission program is all about giving people a hand up, not a hand out. These men are on a program, they are monitored, they have job responsibilities as they progress through the program and at the end they graduate and they have a bank account and they have a job" Alan Graham, Bay County Realtor.
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Title: Supplemental Revenue (SURE) Education Program
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In 2008 Iowa farmers suffered millions of dollars in financial losses as crop yields were disseminated by flood waters and tornado force winds. By harvest the global financial crises triggered a decline in corn and soybean futures prices of more than 25% of those that were guaranteed for crop insurance purposes.
The 2008 Farm Bill provided a new disaster assistance program called Supplemental Revenue (SURE) assistance payments program. It was available to all Iowa producers beginning with the 2008 crop. This program was tied to the crop insurance decisions farmers had made in the spring of 2008 as well as a September 16th, 2008, deadline for insuring uninsured crops.
In 2008, 91 Iowa counties met the first criteria of eligibility being either a Secretarial Disaster Designation or a contiguous county that joins them. Many farms that experienced a loss in crop revenue need to be knowledgeable about the additional requirements for the new SURE program.
What Did You Do? (Outputs – these may include educational meetings, demonstrations or research, media, facilitating, partnering)
Iowa State University Extension Farm Management State and Field Specialists partnered with the USDA Farm Service Agency (FSA) to educate Iowa's 154,000 farm operators and landowners about the 2008 Farm Bill including the SURE program.
Over 200 meetings, seminars and workshops were conducted statewide by ISU Extension in partnership with USDA state and county FSA representatives. Another 5,000 individuals participated in a variety of webinars and webcasts coordinated by ISU Extension in partnership with FSA and the Iowa Farm Bureau Federation.
Results (Outcomes – was there a increase in knowledge, new skills learned, new decisions made, new practices implemented, increased profitability, new standards, enhanced quality of life)
ISU Extension in partnership with the USDA Farm Service Agency (FSA) helped build the knowledge that farmers needed to understand and enroll in the new Supplemental Revenue (SURE) assistance payments program. As a result, thousands of Iowa farms qualified for 2008 SURE payments that totaled over $239 million statewide. Despite the impact of adverse weather and significant drop in corn and soybean futures prices, Iowa farmers recorded a record net farm income in 2008.
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Many long-time readers here are at the point in their gold progression where they can focus on lucrative, high-payoff gold making ventures like the recent stockpiling and selling of goods for 4.3. But what if you're just starting off making gold? Either you're too low level to max professions or you don't have much capital to invest?
Well, the new Darkmoon Faire has some options for you! One of the new features is the weekly profession quest. I took my main character to the Faire and figured I'd do the profession quests just to do them. I quickly found some roadblocks to quick completion: I had to leave the Faire and return to Stormwind to purchase supplies.
So this led me to thinking, why not sit and sell the reagents needed for the quests? I gladly would have overpaid for them in order to save the trip back to a city. Not all the professions need items from a town, but here are the ones that do:
1 Coarse Thread, 1 Red Dye, 1 Blue Dye, sold by the tailoring supply vendors. Ask a guard for tor the location of the Tailor trainer in any capital if you aren't sure where to go. The base cost before discounts is 10 copper for the thread and 50 copper for each dye, or 1 silver, 10 copper for the group.
5 Light Parchment, sold by the Inscription supply vendors. Ask a guard for tor the location of the Inscription trainer in any capital if you aren't sure where to go. The base cost before discounts is 15 copper per sheet, or 75 copper for the group.
5 Simple Flour, sold by the Cooking supply vendors. Ask a guard for tor the location of the Cooking trainer in any capital if you aren't sure where to go. The base cost before discounts is 25 copper per flour, or 1 silver, 25 copper for the group.
10 Shiny Bauble, 5 Coarse Thread, 5 Blue Dye. See Tailoring, above, for information on the Coarse Thread and Blue Dye. Shiny Baubles are available from fishing supply vendors. There's actually a fishing vendor on Darkmoon Island that sells these, but some people might not bother looking. If you skip the Baubles, you'll need 3 silver for the thread and dye. If you purchase some Baubles to save your customers the hassle, you'll need another 5 silver, or 8 silver total.
5 Moonberry Juice, sold by Innkeepers. Stop by your favorite inn to get some. The base cost before discounts is 20 silver each, or 1 gold for the group.
Once you have the materials, park yourself at the faire and advertise in General Chat (/1 will start typing in general chat) that you have materials for these 5 professions. When I was playing around with it, I found it most helpful to play off the convenience factor, and generally sold supply packs for 5 gold across the board. At worst, that's still 4 gold in profit for each pack.
I didn't stay long, because I had other things to do that were more profitable, but if you don't have the capital or professions to do those other things, this is a great start. One particularly useful message I was barking was: "Tailoring, Inscription, Cooking, Leatherworking and Alchemy quest items for sale! Turn 5 gold into 16, get 4 tickets and 5 free skill points in your profession!"
Don't underestimate how much gold people are willing to spend to avoid the hassle of gathering these materials themselves. You still have a couple days to give it a try, but chances are most of the player base that is going to do the quests are already through them. But keep this in mind for the next Darkmoon Faire as a way to make some start-up capital!
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Kuja said... December 9, 2011 at 11:34 PM
Good idea! Although requires a bit too much work (spamming) in my opinion. If we only could set up a personal "auction house" and afk away like in every other MMO :P
Aleithia said... December 10, 2011 at 9:22 AM
@Kuja: I didn't have the stomach to sit for long doing it either, because so many other options are available to me that don't require spamming chat to make sales. It occurred to me that it might be useful for those people just starting out who might have some time to invest, but only a few gold whatsoever.
I love the idea of setting up a little shop to sell my wares and then walk away, however. So it can't be too "overpowered", maybe they could make shops that you drop and stay up for an hour or something after you log off.
Mommar said... December 10, 2011 at 11:00 AM
This is a good idea, though also going to trumpet that it's a lot of work to bark in trade. Maybe at the beginning when there are more people trying to get their crafting weeklies done.
If someone did decide to do this I would also every 15 minutes or so go find Flik and pick up a wood tree frog to sell on the AH. 15 minutes is his normal respawn time for the limited item and seems to go pretty well during non DF times.
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Silverthorn said... December 12, 2011 at 12:52 PM
Wow, this article was pretty disappointing. Selling the mats for the profession quests was pretty obvious, but ok. Anything else?
An obvious thing that was missing was -- running the Darkmoon Faire quests yourself to farm prize tickets. The preparation is to get as many of your alts skilled up to 75 in their two professions, and each of the secondary professions-- cooking, fishing, first aid, and archeology. Run the games each day and amass tickets. In about 4 months you'll be able to sell a bunch of the DMF pets for big money. It's a large chunk of time but it could be fun to skill your alts (and once you've done so, you'll be set for next month).
OK, so that was perhaps too much deferred gratification for this blog. Read on for something perhaps a bit better...
For more immediate gold, try selling Dark Iron Ale mugs near Morja for the Jubling pet. You could bark "Free pet with purchase of two Dark Iron Ale mugs!" The mugs come from BRD, but if you know someone who has Direbrew's Remote, it's a pretty fast run.
Again, this requires barking, which I just hate to do. So here's my final tip:
Fishing in Pools around Darkmoon Faire Island.
There are wreckage pools that spawn periodically around the island. I would recommend having the Find Fish ability, if you can, and some way of walking on water -- water walking pot, Shammy walk on water, or DK path of frost, etc. and then do circles around the island fishing in the pools.
The Sealed Crates that come out of the pools can hold Cata mats and/or potions/flasks. I've seen Pyrite Ore, Obsidium Ore, Heavy Savage Leather, Embersilk Cloth and so on. Considering this can be farmed on a level 1 alt, that's not a bad take.
Aleithia said... December 17, 2011 at 8:29 AM
@Silverthorn: The article was written with a low experience/low capital, new gold maker in mind. Yes, the tip was simple, but that was kind of the point. Your suggestions for daily runs of the DMF games for tickets are useful, but not the quick hit for cash starved people that I was focused on.
The fishing quest would have been a good one to include, as fishing is easy to learn and afford, plus fishing in pools has no minimum skill required, so anyone would be able to do it. Thanks for contributing, even if it was in a slightly sarcastic way.
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