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you feel disgusted with yourself
but in the eyes of the concrete
you are viewed as wholly reborn
there is an uncomfortable beauty
in every shape of the pain you feel
and it's all you've known, you see
barbed-wire for that safety net
a heavy head filled near the brim

but a soul exists within that form
separate of the tormented skin
the scratching & clawing within
there is an eternal essence of all
being, there is flawed divinity in you
one must stop and really breathe it

you've survived your mind, brother
of mine, and that alone is no small
feat, there's fear all around and it's
always drawing near, but you can
continue onward, you can still live.
at the end of it all, when you return
to the universe, you can at least
have with you in those final moments,
complete unity and understanding.
you can view the grand precipice of
your being with full awareness,
and that is yours. you take that with
you as you cross over, into eternity
for my bruv, sort of
what a time to be alive

you see me licking my wounds
& I see you creating new ones

what incredible timing

drunk on company, on beer
and the "holiday cheer"

but that's not what it sounds like

we all got pretty ******,
it's a surprise I didn't *****

the room kept spinning

it was the holidays, though
and there was certainly cheer

my ears were ringing

oddly enough though, I
accepted it as a blessing

I can't fight against time

time is beautiful in the way it indiscriminately destroys

I'm not one to resist beauty

it's so chaotic and it makes
absolutely no sense at all

but it takes you places

I couldn't find the sea and
beauty led me there

even though life is loss

you get used to it and those
terrible beautiful things

can fill the cracks in your being
if you let them seep through you
Baby Starr

Look at you sitting there
With your chubby hand
Holding my heart with your laugh
Knowing where I stand

Sweet Baby Starr
I know where you are
Staring at you sleeping
Listening to your baby breath
Waiting for your laugh

Hearing the morning sounds
Under the white mounds
Praying a mother’s prayer
While stroking your golden hair

You are the reason I could fly
My baby
You are the reason I feel so alive

My Baby Starr
Look at you growing up
Asleep upon your bed
Holding your teddy bear
Felling such love and care

With your little arms around my neck
Oh Lord, forgive me I yelled
For some little mistake
That she made


My little Starr
Kissing my little one’s tear stained face
Promising to be better
With each daily light
Holding each other tight
Chasing the fireflies
In the hot humid night
So tiny
But oh so bright

She sat on the table
Swinging her little legs
Her body as released as it could be
Her thought at that time
Was telling the jokes to me
The little girl sat by her mom’s side
“Mom, when will I grow up?”
“Patience dear, it will be soon enough!”
Sweet sixteen her first schools dance

Oh where did the years go by?
“Will anyone dance with me?”
She asks me why
“Patience, my dear soon enough!”

They said you were wild
I said you were free
They said you wouldn’t listen
I said you would to me

Young girl grew into womanhood
And marriage she did go
Love came and love went
Finally one true love endured

The beautiful bride looked
Towards her mother
“Can I make a marriage work?”
“Patience, my dear, patience, soon enough”

Mom it’s Valentine’s Day
I want you here with me
I feel like a little girl
That I want to be
Will I ever be able to see you again?
In the heavenly skies

A cold autumn day, the last leaves
Falling from the trees
Tears falling like rain
“Mom when will I ever see you again?
This is Baby Starr, looking for you”

Soft upon the wind came the reply
“Patience, my Starr, soon enough!”

By: Debbie Brooks

Author and Poet Susan Joyner-Stumpf and I have collaborated on this poetry book to help raise money to help the children with cancer..
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Please help the children
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All Proceeds for this book, NOTHING BUT LOVE, will go to the Children of ST. JUDE CHILDREN’S RESEARCH HOSPITAL in Memphis, Tennessee. It is the goal of me and Susan Joyner-Stumpf to make sure that the heart of this book, the words of love spread between these pages, spread also to all these children in their dire needs to know that they are loved and supported by many of us out there wanting to help and do our part. May they never be forgotten. And it is our genuine wish that our book help in some small way make a life better, a heart happier, a child smile and, last but not least, may we give at least one child the hope to carry on in their journey towards health and a long, productive life.
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Since I met you here, dear friend
I began to like this place a lot
at first sight it was eerie here
and the ground for me too hot

As I continued walking
upon untrodden paths
rotten fruit surrounding me
no bees or birds are singing

I wonder walking all alone
no sign of a living soul
all green softness disappeared,
and everywhere was stone

Wondering all the time, no shame
I found a clear chrystal ditch at last
if you will ask about the name
is that the present or in the past?

My head turning, my feet burning
they are to blurr my view
great bliss that pure water and some dew
wish that shall change my head from spinning

Then walking all the while with the same view
I see from far a green stip slowly coming
in seventh heaven am I, since it's a human being
I thank Thee on my naked knees, it is you my friend

I notice beauty yonder
the mockingbird and wren
have a duet together
I wonder since when

After I've met you, friend
I like this place a lot
it's not so eerie anymore
and God's blessings are on this spot


© Sylvia Frances Chan
      27th April 2013
Poetry not my Death
but my Living
not my End but my Beginning
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve,
and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground.
Dig them up, dig them up

"Wonderful part of the mess that we made"
"We see that we need them to be who we are."
 Dec 2014 The Messiah Complex
ryn
It was those blue eyes, sparkling with words
I dreamt about reading but believed it impossible
Too beautiful to be seen with nuclear nerds
In my breakable beaker, you'd never be soluble.

A mismatched juxtaposition, atom for atom.
Even if I permutate, molecule by molecule.
We could never have struck stable equilibrium,
I could never escape the premise of ridicule.

Spent too much time postulating the unknown
Spent far too long balancing tricky equations
Head dug too deep to realise a factor that had grown
An external variable that had encroached with similar intentions.


My hand slipped from the scale when your finger touched my own
I forgot the words "controlled reaction", momentarily
Seeing goosebumps on your skin, and other bumps now shown
I gently pushed your wayward hair behind your ear, daringly

A moment frozen in the range of sub-zeroes
Dare I forgo the mandatory steps and arrive at a conclusion?
If I do I'd garner the title, "the nerdiest of all heroes!"
My "spidey-sense" failed me this time, and awarded me with a "fist-meet-face" reaction!

Happened in a blur, nanoseconds that sang in mock.
What was it that left me in a twirl?
Propped myself up to see the wrath of a crimson-faced ****.
All fists, no brains who yelled, "Hands off my girl!"


All this hilarious yet passionately painful hullabaloo
Let me drop the beaker of sodium in the zinc basin
Forgetting not to get it wet, the moment, clearly now unglued
When suddenly, "BOOM" it sounded like a pending cremation

Jocks, and nerds, and screaming cheerleaders
Hit the ground like a lunchtime scene from downtown Baghdad
And Blondie whispers in my ear, like a gypsy mind reader
"Maybe we should cool it, for I am in love with another lad"

Her words hit home and burned like The Lindenburg on fire
Amidst the fracas, cracked voice stammered to mask my bruised latent ego
"Nothing improper... Just an attempt to save your locks from the Bunsen burner
Science is my only love, just so you know"

Thanked God for my eyes and the need for correction lenses
Those thick convexes made it easy to not reveal
Steadied my frames and packed in hasty pretences
Accusing eyes followed as I exited the room with tears concealed...


Pieter Meyer
**ryn
You may have read this before as it is a repost of my collaboration with the witty and incredible Pieter Meyer. He seemed to have gone missing, along with the poem. So here it is... Hope you enjoy it
Love makes me happy makes me sad,
Makes me tired makes me glad,
Why does Love affect me in so many different ways?
There is Love for a brother, for a sister, for a mother,
For a father, for an uncle, for a girlfrend, or friends.
Why can I only manage the last two?

Hate is the rage that fills my bones,
At the separation of me and her, two hearts forever joined,
At the way my parents mock my friends,
At Cancer. That the filthy beast should dare go near Andy!
Hate starts wars, causes death, destruction, decay.
Yet where is Love in war?
In the smile of te nrse at the valor of her patients,
In the flowers laid on the graves of even the enemy,
In the defense of Liberty, Family and the Homeland.
i think this is a better atttempt…but it still *****
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