E.S.

BURDEN OF PROOF






Miracles do happen…and my life has become a treasure of...
extraordinary circumstances...because of you...There will always be hardships…yet the showers of joy rained upon my soul keeping me faithful and my hopes alive to smell your sensuous fragrance of compassion. Turmoil has no place in this lover of life and just for today...the clouds have opened its majestic and the gates of heaven have welcomed my love for you eve...How eloquent the path to romance can be...when adoration accompanies your every sequential moment of intent...I have loved you for so long...I used to sit in the sandbox…of playful situations as a child watching how butterflies passionately entertained one another on spring days of pleasure…wondering what’s it like to be as free as they seemed to be…As a young man I secluded myself in the middle of open fields, dreaming about what it would be like to cuddle in your arms and caress what makes you smile…maybe hearing your laughter soar along in magical ways of cheerful...persuasion. I have always been in wonderment of you...and not knowing when you were coming. It’s like waiting for happiness to captivate you, knowing one doesn’t have the power of time within its grasp...So my dear I must say…it has been absolutely breathtaking and my void stands fulfilled. There are no limitations…nor are there any boundaries which can keep the obsession and fervor I have for you. You have fulfilled the prophecy of this lover and your arrival into my life upon chariots of exhilaration is nothing but an awesome experience of immeasurable conditions…delivered by...burden of proof.

(c)ES 2010

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BIRDIE HOUSTON

A Time To Forgive






There's a time to forgive
A time to embrace
A time to put a smile
Back on a frowned face
A time to calm
A time to scream
A time to relax
A time to dream
Let go of sorrows
Lingering grief
Slow down your anger
Stand tall to beliefs
Love yourself
Repair inner soul
For seasons will come
When you will grow old
Win your battles
Fight the good fight
Don't ever let darkness
Cover your light

(c) 2010 Birdie Houston

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H.K. BROADY

PERPETUAL SWIMMER





I hold my head high in the Rain,
I smile over troubled Seas,
Restless at Rest and
Resting in restless motion.
I am the perpetual swimmer!
Making FRANTIC strokes,
and Empty waves,
Yet leaving not the tiniest ripple.

(c) 2004 H.K. Broady

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ELENA COPELL

WHAT IS PURPLE?




Purple is majestic,
waving in the wind
Purple is responsible,
mature, and fun
Purple is the name Jane
Purple is loyal when I'm sad
Purple smells sweet, and sour at once
Purple smells like a deep
harmonic melody
Purple looks like classical music
fluid and soft
Purple feels silky on my fingertips
Purple makes me want to fall into a
deep, deep, sleep
Purple is my friend.

(c) 2010 E. Copell

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KAREN GILL

I WAS STARING AT THIS BLANK PAGE JUST WONDERING



Hoping that the words I just couldn't translate in my head,
would leap through my eyes and form the perfect love poem
Rather, the sweetest piece of literature, and most endearing
piece of crap you would ever read.

For it's not the sheet of paper that holds value,
It's the way I feel for you in my heart that matters.

And that's where the trouble begins, because without this piece of crap, I couldn't begin to tell you how I felt about you, why I fell for you, or why I etched your name inside me.

I found it hard to tell you that you meant a lot, that the desire to lay my eyes on you, was way stronger than my desire for sight.

That if I could not taste anything but the moisture off of your lips, my taste buds would certainly be satisfied.

If I could only run my hands all over the elegant design of your body, & sift through your hair with my eager fingers,
My arms would have no need for anything else.

My mind struggles to think, my breathing becomes harder I just plainly can't operate when you're not around.

And can't focus on anything else when you are.

I'm falling in love with you; I'm falling deeply in love with you.

And If I didn't have this piece of paper to let you know how much you actually mean to me, then I guess you wouldn't know.

I know this sheet of paper doesn't hold all the secrets of my love for you, but it does hold this one.

So this beautiful, sweet piece of crap literature, has some importance.

It's the gateway from my heart, to your ear.

(c) 2010 K. Gill

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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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