EVE HALL

BEING WITH YOU

When I'm with you,
Nothing else seems to matter.
Time stands still just for us.
Worries are no longer thought about,
Problems seem so few.
I feel no aches or pains
I’m oblivious to life’s strife.
I cannot see or hear anyone else but you.
You are my reason for living.
My hopes, dreams, and desires,
I share them all with you.
Without you, I have no tomorrow,
No purpose, no direction.
I am at peace in your arms.
This is where I belong,
This is where I will forever stay.

© Eve Hall 2000

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NELSON MARRERO

IF LOVE WAS LIKE COOKING

If love was like cooking
I’d be living a dream

I would never be hungry
I would eat all I pleased

Never be bored with the same tasteless treats
I’d create all kinds of Pleasurable, memorable meats
Yes if love was like cooking, I’d be smiling all day
Using new form of pleasure I could use day by day
A sprinkle of mystery a dash of Oh my
And all this with just a wink of an eye
With a touch of cilantro and a dash of sazon
This Spanish flavor would make you want love
So if you have some suggestions
For this man in the kitchen

Just bring them all on
Because he’s on a mission

To bring you all
of the treats you’ve been missing
Making tender delicious
and wonderful dishes

So if at the end of the day
You don’t feel like cooking
Just come to my place
I’ll be up all night cooking

I would use all sorts of flavor and pleasure to feed you
And marinate you from morning to evening
With all kind wishes and kisses

Leaving you to desire more treats from my kitchen

I’d rub it all down
With the oil that I fashion
It would give relaxation
And lead to more passion
As now as I sit down to eat this great meal
Should I serve you a plate?
Or did you bring your own meal.

(c) 2010 Nelson Marrero

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A. SUPREME

WHERE DO PIGEONS GO AT NIGHT?

I know that they refrain from flight.
Do they go to a place that they own?
To spend some quiet time alone.
A place with a maid
who is there to feed them.
With Jet Magazines
and lamps to read them.
A place that's a home
not for vacation.
With cable, Tivo
and a Playstation.
I want my answer to be right
when some asks
where do pigeons go at night?

(c) 2010 A. Supreme

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KAREN GILL

BURDEN


You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that's the sad
truth. Maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break their heart & never be able to look at yourself the same way. Those are risks. That's the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly.

(c) 2010 K. Gill

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MOCHA SISTAH

SAFETY'S UNIVERSE





The youth inside my soul
wants to be safe
in the cocoon of hope's eyes
as it bellows in the spirit as I rise
Rise to speak
allow my voice to exclaim
"world I am here"
Help the boxes of knowledge
inform me..
that utter options for the building of my complete spirit
influence my positivity
2 empower peers and myself
to dare dangerous chains to be broken
as I build strong winds
that will carry me like a bird's wings
and I fly into unique zones of life to rise
I speak
I speak
I speak into my bones
love and peace serenity
peace's serenity...
and it's lullaby sings to me
and I will be anchored
always in the solid
space that I will
OWN.

(c) 2010 Mocha Sistah

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