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I'm Hurting I'm hurting with the thought of not seeing you. I'm hurting with the thought of not touching you. But I guess you don't care. If you did, I'd be with you right now. Just to give you a tender kiss on the lips, To feel your arms around my waist, and to feel your breath upon my skin. I would give anything to be with you. I'm bursting with pain that is waiting to be healed. I'm hurting with the thought of not hearing you call my name. I cry myself to sleep just thinking of you. I dream of you when I sleep. I dream we are together like the way I want it to be. But then I awake without you beside me, and I realize the dream is over. Only if you knew I'm hurting because of you. Diana Cepeda (c) 1995 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ REVELATION CHAPTER 1:10-11 We did not come here on an international dream nor sailed in our own boats to cultivate a hoot of horns and the voice said: take this and write we did not hear the music of crumbling walls to join a crowd of exodus to go lost in a night of hurts we were sitting at our somewhere sleeping on the pavement of our minds, when the cross of Golgatha arrived and the agony of the jazz the tears of the blues they sang the dirges to the last foot fall of our murmurous waves and the voice said: take this and write and I wrote with the silent bells of the diviners and the bleating of the goats announce it and the cut on the forgotten elbow will remind the suckling in a corner of history I too cried for their love when the voice called to me to write Padmore Agbemabiese (c) 1998 firstname.lastname@example.org ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ FOR THE LIFE OF PROGRESS Take a trail of smoke, Let it rise high. Cover the world with its musty soot. Watch the city grow and adjust For the life of progress We must? Take a people Rush the fast.... They learn to live, With a clock on their backs. If one runs down, push it aside. There's no time to revive. For the life of progress, We must? Take a forest, let it grow, Chop it down and pave a road. Fill in the street with phony green. Look at its beauty, cold and mean. For the life of progress, We must? Take children, innocent and new, Teach them to mistrust everything we do. Teach them to feel, only if it pays. Teach them to love, on their off days. Tell them to listen, only to your tune. Teach them to memorize, your sacred hune Let them be, their own personality, Only if it's in time, With the national reality. No dreams that don't show The prewritten path. No thoughts that live for future cusps. For the life life of progress, WE MUST? Journey On... Shatina@aol.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Good Natured If my nature could divide the Moon into one thousand quarters Would you eat each piece as if it were your last From the tips of my fingers Sticking and Licking Good? And if the Moon divide could to my nature quarter thousands Could you piece the last and eat Good? The Moon to my Nature to the Nature to Nature so natural So we We to thee Nature Is our Calling. I see it this eve --- Quarters of you And me For the whole Good. MsNadeen@aol.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ NIGHT At night when every one is fast asleep, And the house is quiet except for the stairs that creak. Little people walk around, Very busy without a sound They push people out their beds, And put little thoughts in your heads. You may never even know they're there, Cause they might be hiding in your hair. But they are here every night, And they leave when it gets light. Akilah H. - JAZISAG email@example.com
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