LORRAINE TAYLOR

TENDER MERCY








Eloquent is her style
The dazzle of her smile
The façade she wears is thin
Don’t know what lies within

Her man’s no longer round
Asleep on some damn cloud
Can’t appear and just explain
Just how he brought them shame

Their kids one fine one not
In this deadly game of slots
Sometimes don’t understand
Why daddy dealt this hand

But mommy’s always there
She shares their common fears
Her kids always come first see
She calls this tender mercy.

© 2011 Lorraine Taylor

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BRENDA WHITE

MAMA YOU GAVE ME











Mama you gave life and a chance to live.
Not to mention the love, you willfully wanted to give.
Mama you gave me the nourishment's to help me grow,
and become who I was meant to be.
Not someone standing on a corner collecting a,
“what’s your pleasure “fee”.

Mama you gave me the necessary tools
for survival, like the lioness waiting for her cubs,
welcome to the world, arrival.

Mama you gave me the insight of your trials
and tribulations. Which taught me, that I must
put in my share of contribulations.
Mama you gave me the meaning of directions,
so that I can travel my path of independence
to make my own journey of corrections.

Mama you gave me the strength to be strong,
and the knowledge and wisdom to know,
what's right and wrong. Mama you gave me support,
guidance and so much more. Now I understand,
the lioness who taught her baby cubs, how to roar.

I thank God, my Mom allowed me to become who
I wanted to be, because her wisdom gave me inspiration
to keep writing and speaking the words.

© 2011 Brenda White

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ESMAT "MudVirus" MUKHTARZADA

WORKING THROUGH PAIN










The everlasting idea that some of you tend to disrupt my inner workings with
trivial ideas and inputs...that not only try to paint me a new color, but paint my own image with this falsehood idea that I am not doing anything but for the sole purpose of gaining some achievement [amongst people]...of getting a rank or just plain credit...I do what I do cause it's me [Epicness]...I work hard on my body to see where I can go with it, as well as my mind... Being a person that takes in the ideas of Art and the Universe as well as anything that is considered lower level ideas is what makes us all human and well rounded beings... If you have the hopes of bleaching me out... guess again, I stand on my own two feet, my hopes do not lay with you, but it is rather in me...I do not do these things to gain credit, but rather develop myself, and those around me [my Army...Hail!]...as a result my meditations are of the utmost important...The idea of working through pain is the main concept on the table...from whatever ails you... your inner workings is the way to take this approach, and advance it [the one way that you as an individual can] I build my Army because my Army builds me right back up...we all falter, waiver, digress...my meditations advance me, crippling these false colors that are used to imbue the idea of failing...[if you have a question on this...just ask, don't assume... and if you ridicule me...you lose out...in more ways than one] remember...No one can get rid of pain, nor can they live without it, it is a part of you as well as me, it cripples and colors you, but the idea always remains with me... that...you can...Work through Pain and come out as a solidified Soul [which is the only thing that matters...]

© 2011 Esmat Mukhtarzada

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