The ocean is so pure, so bright, so light
The water stays blue as darkness turns to night
The air is calm, crisp, and cool
when the world is cruel
the sea is my soul’s fuel
Water and sand--that’s you and me.
For, I am the sand and you are the sea
Come, my sweet, and bring your love to me
Let me soak in your love, bask in your light
I am thirsty for only you.
I want to soak in your love --
and drink until I am full.
Let your love wash over me
Water and sand--that’s you and me.
For I am the sand and you are the sea.
--Nicole Luongo
Written Dec. 1999 (12 /5 or 12/ 12)
Copyright © 2002
I sort through King-sized obstacles,
Desiring triumph for a new dawn.
I see I chose these games of life,
That bring feelings of a Pawn.
Yet I’ll grasp and wield inspiring thoughts,
While planning out my dreams.
For times I’ve truly lived I’ve learned,
A Pawn can take a King.
Written by
Vito DeLiso
Copyright © 2004
Would life stop throwing me punches every time I turn around?
Can I come out now? I don’t want to frown.
Life shouldn’t be so difficult to handle this way
How can I live for tomorrow if I can’t live today?
How can I roll with the punches if I can’t deal with stress?
Why must I be what you want me to be? Why should I impress?
Why can’t I live my life the way that I want?
It’s not who I am or what I was taught.
It’s stupid questions like these that make me want to shout;
And throw my hands up in the air and even sit and pout.
How come I must go through hell to learn a lesson in life?
Why must I even go through all this strife?
Who can answer my questions? Who can hold my hand?
Who can teach me these things and help me understand?
Why is life’s question so difficult to find?
All I want are answers to call all mine.
By Beth Wildstein May 2004
Hello Joker as in Jeer Mr. Jeer you seem to fleer You cannot feel another's honor You just cannot be sincere
Hello Jocular Mr. Jocular You do not know how to tell a joke Only know how to jest which, one detests Who makes you an adjucator?
Hello Justice Mr. Jive You need not jargon to be wise You need not tell a joke or try If you have jumbled emotions inside Those who judge, judge themselves Need not lower your own self esteem Live a little Be sincere Or find a happy in between
Those who jest too much too soon Find the jokes on them And never judge a jester, or you might hear the jests from the joker within
By: Jennifer Siller
As the world turns, my heart skips a beat.
The anxiousness of seeing the one I love
The intense moment,the vibes that aregiven off.
My mind runs 100 miles just
thinking of your sensitivity.
Is it love or lust? Is it infatuation or a crush?
The answer is none of the above.
It’s the feelings I have inside for my
Nubian prize.
M.S. Bloom
7-22-00