:::intoxikating:::

united no more so divided they fall
through the cracks as activists shout
from safe capitol streets
FREE(dom)
without knowing how his blue eyes bleed
and burn (to sear) instead of rain (to soothe)
and the peace once in his eyes that calmed the riots in my
soul
now shouts riots in
the streets
as shots ring out in the streets
these wars are waged in the heart of a torn country
and in the heart of a torn nation
and maybe we’re all the same…
denying their claims
so that we, too, can survive the day
(forgetting that survival is each breath you breathe)
and maybe we all see city skyline’s bleed
from blaring TV’s
and forget who feels the drop of those ashes
(united no more so divided they fall)
::I COULDN'T BE MORE PROUD::
"and pride is in the iris of the eye that cries blue lies while pledging allegiance as the one to die so that I may struggle and fight and strive to persevere and to feel ALIVE"
::maeve kane::
:::THE POWER OF POETRY:::
...always remember those who fight so that you can be free to live your own life...make sure that their efforts are not in vain...
:::Semper Fidelis:::
♥As I Grew Older♥
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
♥Langston Hughes♥
“Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly, Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams go, Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow”
♥Langston Hughes♥
"Passion will make you crazy...but is there really any other way to live?"
♥Howard Hughes♥
♥STEPS♥
How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St.Bridget's steeple is leaning a little to the left.
here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all i want is a room up there
and you in it.
and even the traffic halt is so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and say
that painting's not so blue
where's Lana Turner
she's out eating
and Garbo's backstage at the Met
everyone's taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park's full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we're all winning
we're alive
the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings were helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the U N
the Seagram Building's no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)
and the little box is on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining
oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
♥FRANK O'HARA♥
..br