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Issue 6, OCT 2011

Dull impure grey appears in heralding dim-satire

wiping away the drool of un tasted memories

shame lurking beneath the hem of quenched roses

in lone self embrace

oil of our dying lamps are now half brimmed

its smoke blown in endless flicker

as though grey leaves craving to fall on tomb stones

at the edge of an un-ague fevered crow

all that is left,the half-eaten corps our fading hope.

O dusk,o dusk,a half naked moment

when the weight of our unmade choices are trapped in a combat

as the two igniting flints rubbed together-romantic,

cast apart as our choice are dumped on the boundaries of bad and good

so we may not have any to linger on

when sweetness of sins vanish and guiltiness still prevails.

There in your hands was the consuming fires of adultery

dewing aimlessly on the shield of a widow

when the unripe night brings the concubine,

the concubine brings the wine,

and the widow drunk in the separation of water from wine

that is our frightened moment,the prologue of our unjustifiable taste.

Dusk

Friday OgbaCopyright © 2011

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Whenever I think of you

I can’t keep from smiling

Doesn’t take any effort

It comes without trying

That light in your eyes

Makes me warm deep inside

The sound of your voice

Leaves me speechless, tongue tied

My stomach gets butterflies

My heart starts in racing

I have no other thoughts

When it’s you I’m embracing

The feel of your body

So close to mine

Gives me goose pimples

Sends chills down my spine

These feelings I’m having

Are thrilling yet frightening

The sensations intense

Like thunder and lightening

Don’t know what will happen

How this will take form

But I’ll welcome the clouds

Because I love a good storm

Wendy D. Granger

Enjoying the Rain

Copyright © 2011

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Feature Poet:Kentrell Blanche“Writing it All Out”

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She asked when

things go bump in the night

Do I be afraid and I told her

”No, Not really.”

See I’ve grown use to voices raised like the backs of hands

Domains being establish

Some distant war fought in the next room

Pain is suppose to drown out pain

But it doesn’t

I can still hear the crying

As clearly as if it was next to me

Paper thin walls Hide nothing

Yet They talk And argue

For territory and

Who gets the couch tonight

As opposed to who’s leaving

And it’s always who’s wrong

Who’s ever weaker

Or just don’t give a fuck Anymore

And submits

Here I once thought something beautiful

Would come from something destroyed

But Broken homes know loneliness a lot better

Than the smiles that use to reside in them

Forgotten

Misplace along with companionship Conveniently

Unity divided Between parents

Children are split torn and scared

Broken bones can heal over time

But the emotional wounds

will always serve as a reminder

and I’m still trying to deal with it

Paper Thin Walls

Darrius Turner

Copyright © 2011

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If I were to write just to make things right

I would say God did not bless just texas …He blessed all of us

I would say not only has the south risen again but life is happening as we know it

I would say global warming is here but still god has his own due time and calling

I would say love is in the air for those who believe

I would say life is a journey that we walk in and we make it our destiny

I would say your heart may break but at least you gave it the chance

I would say insecurity is not cool ..be real with yourself

I would say prayer is a must because god answers for those who believe

I would say for those who never try they will never win

I would say you only have one life to live..so make it count for something

I would say never give up because some things are worth fighting for

I would say never fight over money because when you die it doesn’t matter anyway

I would say dream because it’s creativity and feels your heart with warmth

I would say don’t worry about petty things it only runs your blood pressure up

I would say a million other things as well but you have to have some lessons to learn on your own. Tolearn you must walk the journey, endure the pain, and learn that some things are worth it and somethings are not. The ball is always in some one else’s court. You just have to go out and grab it.

Jammie Lynn JumpCopyright © 2011

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Delighted to unite

Inspired by the talents, gifts & what journeys our minds, hearts,spirits would dare to

Uplift

Through words,whether street or sentimental earning the highest respect & recognition not through just mics, butthe core of spiritual enlightment

Souls healing wounds whether it was remedied from whimsical ink or profound verbally executed...I envisionedwomen of all statuses coming & reigning

Together

Dismissing egos, judgements and immaturity, after all one vision was on the memo to be corrigible without envy.

Genuiness can't be camouflaged through fake smiles, vage hugs and brief general public salutations.

Evaluating one's source of arrogance is not worth the time one could lose verses increasing blessings

By simply being true to God's calling.

Men deliver verses of potent medicine, boys came unprepared to receive~

Men encourage the youth without worldy entertainment, exceeding love beyond a price of a dollar,many seek in illcorners of their community.

One vision

One God

One unit

One Love

One blessing

One beckon to eliminate the negative quarrels through power play multiplying day by day bequeathing throughpoetry.

I am a luminescence vessel absorbing high volumes of diligent serenity~extending a link to all with their ownidentity

Whom moves through grace, aims by faith, magnifier of truth

Diligent for unity, never selling souls for popularity...

I once was excited about who I thought was there to share integrity with progression on such plight

Grateful I stand with courageous bravery I submit to vacant ill perimeters

Remaining loyal to my ink which shall continously

Reach

Unlimited boundaries of hearts of purity.

Imitation Confederacy

Silva GibsonCopyright © 2011

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finally-i have figured it out;i'm just going to have to find it in my heartthe strength to do without-love,affection,someone there,someone with the time to spare..

countless faces arrive and depart;cover their trailsbut leave their mark..and i bear the wounds ofa hundred soldiers;a lifetime of disappointment resting heavilyon my shoulders..when I love,i sacrifice every part of meand i am left in the darknesswhen faces decidethat they have someplace better to be..

again and again,

i am left to collapse within

and pick up the pieces and go

to a land that i never wished to know..

finally-

i understand;

some souls are destined

to keep an empty hand

no more sitting around depressed,looking dumb;when the time is right,love will come..but for now,i'm just going to take my timeand enjoy my time-my freedom,peace of mind..no one needs a second partyto get the party startedand you can't love anyone elseuntil you love yourself wholeheartedly..and that was my mistake;i displayed my treasures and allowed eventhe most unworthy souls to take-handful after handful of mewithin even inquiring about my time toreceive..so much of me is goneand that beauty will never againbe the same;but i am going cherishevery particle of me that remains..

no one needs a second party

to keep the party in focus;

and from now on,

i am going to dance

regardless of who

takes the time to notice

Copyright © 2011 Kentrell Blanche

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Kentrell Blancheis

“Writing it All Out”

i lost myselfin order to become

the type of manthat you needed to find;

i signed over my happiness-my peace of mind..

just so that you could dwellin the lies of my altered soul;

i wanted nothing morethan to be everythingyou wished to behold..

i gave it all awayjust so that i could reap

the benefits of yourtemporarily pleasured state;

i should have greeted you with truthbut, i was never that brave..

i wanted you to love memore than anyone else;i gave you my treasures

before i could enjoy themfor myself..

like some violent wind,i tossed away everythingthat i had worked so hard

to keep within-spiritual stability,

the power to heal my own pain;love washed away everything

that i had sacrificed so much to gain..

i saw youand saw the Sun;i saw possibility

in the web we spun..i gave you everything

all in a day;and it was so easy for youto just throw it all away..

lie after lie,secrets harbored within;my heart led me astray

all over again..i lost myself in order

to prove that i was worthyof your company;

once again,heartache comes for me

Ken

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Blanc

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not all enchanting voicesare capable of leading you

to a fairytale ending;and not all hearts

will love youas strongly

as in the beginning..i have seen emotions build

and watched them fall;i have seen hands give

then reclaim it all..i have been the victimof overnight seduction

and have been leftto get myself back on trackafter a vicious interruption..

taken for a foolso many times,

and chasedafter passion

that was never mine..and you were no different,

i was sure of itsure that you and iwould never divide;

sure that we were a matchmade in the clouds

i was naivei was proud;

proud to be in the company ofyour thoughtsyour dreams

your aspirationsyour hands..

i worshiped youas if there would be no following moment;

you were more than an influence,you owned me

and led me to a place ofmore confusion

that i wished to make sensible;you were my rock

but to you,our love was so dispensable..

and you proved just how much you caredwhen you turned and left me there..

your departure came easily-that's just how much you never needed me..

from rock bottom,there must come growth

and from the darkness must come hope..not all enchanting voiceshave the power to speakand turn rocks into gold;

and not all welcoming facescan free your soul Copyright © 2011

Kentrell Blanche

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