BRYAN WINSLOW

IF I WROTE THIS THEN, MAYBE
WE WOULD BE FACEBOOK FRIENDS
NOW









I can hold you in my arms and promise you tomorrow
If it will stop you from crying
Tell you that I'll love you and only you forever
If I believed that my lying to you would bring relief
Would help mend your broken heart
And make it easier for you to start over again
I can tell you that while we are together
I'll never sin again
That I'll never take another number from another woman
Or wonder that phrase "what if" years from now
That I would find it within me somehow to be exactly who I am in your fantasy
That man that loves you tenderly daily
Cooks breakfast, lunch, dinner and even some snacks in between
Who is more girlfriend, than husband
And I'll even be your husband and create a family with you
If it would just keep you from spilling anymore tears
I'd quickly tell you that all I feared was commitment to you
Not because you weren't enough, but because I'm not
That i forgot who I was minutes ago
Figured that I wanted something different, that we deserved something different
But I can promise you that life will be different if you only
Stop sobbing to me
See I could never take a woman crying and I'm willing to lie to you
And deny me to insure that you are happy and
As for me
I can make me happy
Somehow
It may not be right now or a year from now, but
There is a chemistry between us, right?
And it's not all dark times with you, love
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel
While we walk to the altar, together
Balled and chained as the choir sings softly
I swear that I'll remain right here for years to come
And create and raise children with you
Grow old with you and tell you that God told me to
Forsake what my heart desired, desires
Needs
Nik I swear that if you just quiet down a bit
And open your eyes from those slits
I'll look you directly into them and tell you
That I'll love you for life
But you know it would be a lie
And I know it will be a lie, and this here wouldn't be alright
Ever
For when I dream of forever, I envision happy times created easily
Not forced
And our wedding day should produce butterflies and maybe cold feet
Instead of remorse for a broken hearted uninvited guest
And you know, and I know that
She is where my heart belongs
She is for whom I sing love songs
She is the reason for my determination
And she is the one crying hardest
So dry your tears, and release me
Hate me, curse, and then hate me some more if you must
But trust that i hold fast to the fact that I don't lie to woman
And I can't, in my hearts of hearts tell you I love you forever
And make you
The first
Go.

© 2010 Bryan Winslow


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EVE HALL

RESOLUTIONS








Another year has come and gone.
This is the time when we make new goals.
Resolutions that we fail to keep that are,
just another way of lying to ourselves.
Plans to lose weight and not stay up late,
that we will save money and spend less,
and not make our lives a terrible mess.

That we will be more peaceable,
and not always feel we’re right.
That we will admit to our wrongs,
and not try to fight.

That we will try hard to live and not die,
that we will be truthful and not lie.
That we will love and not hate,
that we will be early not late.
Why do we fool ourselves into making resolutions?
Because, we are human.


© 2010 Eve Hall

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A. SUPREME

FOR A DAY









God let me run things
for just one day
And She said
“Handle it, come what may”
So I sat at the desk
in front of the computer
And scanned through prayers
from Botswana to Bermuda

The first was from a little girl
who lives in Rome
She prayed that her father
would come back home
from a war she can’t understand
why he’s fighting
and if he could hug her tight
that would be so exciting

So I clicked the mouse
to send a reply
and the dialogue box said
Accept or Deny

And since in my hands
there was so much power
I decided to give all
the deserts a shower
And because of a friend
who’s from there named Sadie
I fixed all the stuff
that was going wrong in Haiti

But then things started
to get complicated
A group prayed to wipe out
another group they hated
They said that the only
way that they could be free
was if they got this divine
blessing from me

And then there’s the thing
with the Ozone layer
500 million people
praying that prayer

And hundreds of thousands
of folks in jail
just praying that somehow
they can make bail

And oh yeah the one from the CEO
who’s praying to find a way
to steal more dough

Even the whales and sea lions
troubled and toiled
praying to learn how
to swim in crude oil

By that time I needed
to take a break
and get some fresh air
for Heaven’s sake
So I rose from the chair
got out of the seat
and walked to the window
to take a peek

But just then God appeared
inside the room
and saw that my face
was drenched in gloom
“The task at hand”
She asked
“Did you begin it?”
I said
“I’m answering prayers Ma’am,
I’m all up in it”

She said
“Then what are you doing
away from your station,
are you taking some kind
of mental vacation?”

I said
“I’m doing this job,
I’ve answered a bunch
and now I am thinking
its time for lunch”

She said
“You used the phrase
You’re all up in it,
but you’ve only been at it
for 17 minutes”

It certainly seemed like
a lot longer was my plea
Then She raised an eyebrow you see
And asked why I hadn’t prayed
for anything for me

It’s true...
I could have had it all
love, happiness and wealth
But today the last person
I was thinking about...
was myself.

© 2010 A. Supreme

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LORRAINE TAYLOR

ONE MILLION BLACK MEN










I woke up this morning to a beautiful sky
The streets absent of men, the sun in my eyes
To Washington, DC these great men trod
Their feet barely touching your blood-soaked sod
A wonderful sight, one million Black men

In masses they came, by bus, train or plane
A day of atonement, not fortune or fame
Inch by inch and mile by mile
Their backs ramrod stiff, not cracking a smile
A glorious sight, one million Black men

From slave ships to your land, for Douglas and Tubman
From the whip and the lash to their blood on your sands
Their bodies so beaten, their spirits not weakened
Oh God I do love you, one million Black men

For Malcolm and Martin we cannot ignore
Your refusal to see them we truly abhor
You stole them away from our God and themselves
In this strange land they suffer and dwell
Oh how you have cried, one million Black men.

From Harlem to Nam, tenements to rice paddies
My husband he died there, my son has no daddy
Your welfare you dangle to tempt and to tease me
I must tell my son he’s an endangered species
Oh yes I do love you, one million Black men.

We’ve somehow lost hope, the hunters and hunted
Oh why oh why Lord is this world torn asunder
But still my eyes glisten with dignity and pride
As I gaze upon men with such purposeful stride
The heart of my heart, one million Black men

America you wanted a land of the free
But you just didn’t tell us you didn’t mean me.
The powers that be in your smoke-filled rooms
Apocalypse now, your doom and your gloom
And God if you’re listening to this my short story
Deliver to glory one million Black men.

© 2010 Lorraine Taylor

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SUPREME

LAUREN O'BRIEN

(UNTITLED)









Sometimes I get dragged down in the undertow of my emotions.
I get knocked by the weight of waves and hit my head on rocks.
Sometimes the waves of my emotions are so powerful I can't breathe
and I lose consciousness.
And sometimes my emotions wash me up on the shore of an exotic island.
Inhabited by beautiful people unsullied by western civilization.
Where I can survive on tropical fruits and the nourishment of the ocean breeze.
Where I can roam half-naked and unfettered by bills and concrete.
I like when my emotions do that.

(c)2010 Lauren O'Brien

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RASHIDA VASSEL

(UNTITLED)









It’s getting harder to separate
the real from the fake
When all I see are smiling faces,
to hide the traces of hate
Don’t ask,
Won’t tell
So I just sit back and wait
for the true colors to show
Then one by one...
I eliminate


(c)2010 Rashida Vassel

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SUPREME

A. SUPREME

YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE








Talk wit Ur thumbs
Nevr wit Ur gums
Talk wit Ur thumbs 2 me-e-e-e
Don't say a wrd
Bcause U wont B heard
So talk wit Ur thumbs 2 me-e
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oooooo-Woo
Talk
Talk

(c)2010 A. Supreme

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A. SUPREME

HURRICANES







Why are the hurricanes all named Sharon?
And Mary and Bill and names like Karen?
Why don't they give them a name
that is hard to say like Rasheeda,
Keyshaun, Tameka or Dontay?

If I got a job at the Hurricane Center
I'd sneak into the computer room
and via keyboard I'd enter
some hurricane names that
would make you say
they must have a Brother
naming them that way.

(c)2010 A. Supreme

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NELSON MARRERO

MY LIFE FEELS LIKE IT'S CURSED






Why am I always the victim?

I try and escape but the memories won’t let me
Am I here to be lost and not find my true purpose?
Or is this the life my misfortune has chosen?

It’s not my fault
They continue to tell me
But my life does not change
So why don’t they help me

To reach for my future and release this inside me
‘Cause my time is wasting
at least that’s what they tell me

Is my life a curse?
Or is it just my surroundings
If I move from this place
Will the pain
Will it still find me?
If I change my appearance and take these scars from my face
Will this creature inside me disappear from this place?

If I lose all my habits and forget all the shame
Will this beast that has found me
Leave and just go away
No… this is his mission
He’s after my soul and where did he start this
In a place I called home

But it was more like a nightmare
Why didn’t they wake me?

And now when I ask
Nobody will face me …..

Is it because they believe
That somehow I deserved this

I can’t really tell
‘Cause all I see is their weakness


Every where that I go
It always pursues me
In the bathroom
The kitchen
And even the hallway

This curse follows me all around like it owns me

But what can I say
About the ones who disowned me
They gave me a reason to fight and oppose them
‘Cause I finally realize I was letting them own me

So I close my eyes
To forget my misfortune

And wonder why
I was not an abortion

It would have been better
Than this life of distortion

I know I’m the victim
But does that mean I’m worthless

So now I stand here
My life in caution
Slowly taking each day
With exhaustion
Really just waiting
For all of them to be done
Need to get to the finish
‘Cause I feel like I’m done.

(c)2010 Nelson Marrero

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SUPREME

W.A.

THE BIG APPLE





There’s a lot to say for LA
And San Francisco gets a yea
Cheers for Boston and Dallas too
And San Diego has a view
Lots of cities come to mind
Where living is mighty fine
But for the very best, no need to grapple
Hands down it’s our Big Apple!

(c)2010 W.A.

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