Open Mind
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Poem,
die in pen men.
Pinned in dope den.
Nine men pined,
open mind.

One pen mine.
Nine men dine
in
open end
Inn.

Men die,
pinned.
In open mind

Today I lost my guardian angel
That was sent from above
He told me that he loved me
And left without a hug
He said that he would only be a minute
That it wouldn’t take him long
He was only going down the road
To see what was wrong
His mother had rang him
As she heard a sound
So he went over there
As he was her only boy
But then I heard the ambulance
I felt really sick inside
I knew something had happen
I hope it hadn’t died
I ran there as fast as I could
To see what was wrong
I saw him lying on the ground
Only wearing his thongs
I put my coat around him
And said I love you to
And that I will be here
Right next to you
He started choke
And couldn’t breathe
I then yelled out
Someone please help me
The ambulance men rushed over
And did what the could
They tried there very hardiest
And did everything they should
Tonight I lost my angel
But I still feel him here
Now he is watching over me
I love you my dear

To watch you leaving i
Is to know such pain, its jagged edge tearing at my soul
As a stake in the garden tears into the warm dark earth
To watch you leaving
Knowing that all the while that never again will i fit myself
Warm with sleep, against your beautiful skin
Nor hear your steady breathing or feel the beating of your heart
To watch you leaving
Aware every moment of every day that my dreams, my future
Once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be
The mornings once so full of laughter and hope, us gently waiting forever together
Are now but pieces of my past
To watch you leaving
Is to know that i have lost my place on this earth.My Station. My hearts home.
That i will wonder for the rest of my days, forever a nomad.
Alone and afraid and in my troubled dreams watch you leave again
And again for the balance of my days

Till we meet again my love....

by dadirector7

My nookie days are over, my pilot light is out,
What used to be my sex appeal is now my water spout.
I remember when, on its own accord, from my trousers it would spring,
But now I have a full time job - to find the blasted thing

It used to be embarrassing, the way it would behave,
For every single morning it would stand and watch me shave.
Now, as old age approaches, it sure gives me the blues,
To see it hang its little head and watch me tie my shoes.

My eyes are closed.
All is darkness.
I imagine looking to a point at the back of my eye,
Patterns in nature are everywhere.
I open my eyes.
And in a single bound akin to the Big Bang,
My world, my universe is spread out before me.

AdamF73 14/07/08

The Plight of Tyke
By: Christopher Azzie

The Baby Tyke
I am a baby elephant living in te wildi,
I live in a large open spacei,
With greeni shrubies, large treesi, long grassi.
Rivers to play in,
Rivers to drinki from,
I can give miself a mudy bathy.
I can even playi with the other frende elephants in the heard,
Te older elephants looke after mi and protected mi.
One sady day, longy ago te poaches comee,
Tey chased usi, and shooty at mi family,
As I was so tooi smalli, mi little legies, I could not keepy upy.
As mi family stampededi into te bushe
Some of te familyi elephanties, tried,
To protecty mi, as I tooi smally was,
And mi little leggy coulde not keepe upi.
Te, poaches shooty mi, sisters, aunti and mami toi.
While mi famili lai dieing, in a pooli bloodyi
Te poaches tiey, me to my mami.
And I to watch mami die, a very painful deathi,
As mama still alivey, while mama lay in paini,
Poaches hacked out mommy’s tusksy and butchered mi mommy,
Before mi very sady eyes, I’m so weepi
Te poaches continued te massacre,
On mi entire familyi,
Ofer several dayis,
Te poaches, did not give mi any waterty, or foodie,
I’m verwe weaki
When te poachers were goie,
Tey loaded their truckys and loaded mi tooi.
Oncei tey had mi across te bordery,
I was put on auctioni and soldi too a zooi.
In afar distant landi,
Afar from te wilde, where I only newe
A placey, I called de homey.
At te zooi, I’d noi large open spacei, likey back homey
No large treesi to teari te barky offei,
Even te grassi was shorti,
I could not stayi outside for longi periods of timei,
There no mudy bathys for mi to play in,
Te zooi did not have any moneyies,
Tey soldy mi to de circus.
Te man in circus ni goodi ni,
He hurte mi very bady,
He push te bull hook, to mi leggi,
He beat mi all te time,
He torture mi, evwe nitey in te biggy dome,
Ofve circus tenti,
Te chain cuti in mi leggi,
I veryi terrified of te man.
One dayi I not takei no morei,
As I veri scarered,
I flee in stampeedi into te roadi.
Te noisei on te roadi veryi noisi,
Make mi veryi scared,
I did damagej,
Te policei, shoot mi,
Mi namei is “Tyke”,
What didi I do to youi ?
Fori all I wanti ,
Wasi lifei with mi family,
Ini tisi worldi,
Andi toi be Free,
Soi, “Pleasei Protect mi, andi others elephantei likei me”.
From, been Poachi,
From, been Beaten,
From been, put into Chains,
From been, forced to do tricks in Circuses,
And Please, Don’t Let them Take Our Tusks,
For te Ivory Tradei,
Please Protecti Mi.
Please Protect Elephants Worldwide!

I hope you dont know
I hope you cant see
All of these feelings
Bursting inside of me

I wish i could tell you
I wish i could let you know
All of theses feelings
I would like to show

I lay in bed
Hope and prey
You will wake up
And realize some day

Maybe one day you will know
Maybe you will see
Altough i mean nothing to you
You mean everything and more to me

Grandma, I miss you so much, with love we stay in touch
You was my 2nd mum, when mine was so busy
You never complained, you stayed with me
Now life is going to be tough without you
Your wise words and loving support
Now you are gone from earth's life garden
That I am still walking feel's so lonely
When things got bad, you still kept your love shining through
When I was sick you gave me golden magic and warm milk...
Little did I know it was aspro in warm milk
You have nursed me so many nights...
You kept on loving me and holding me tight
I felt safe, warm and loved
You sent me to church with my uncle Pepi (peter)
You helped me find God and God's gracious love
And now you are gone what will I do?
You are greatly missed by me...
No one could comprehend
For me Grandma my 2nd Mother it's not goodbye
it's until we meet again...
I love you so much
I pray the peace of God to be with you, Always Nan xxxx

With Special Love from your Grand daughter
Amina xxxx

A rose is a beautiful soft fragrant flower
With delicate petals to remind us of love, kindness and tenderness
Sharp thorns is to remind us, of the many pains we have to bear through life
Its strong stem to remind us of the strength in life we need and to feed from
The leaves so defined and spread out to show us our individuality as people
The many veins to show the many paths we all take through life, some strong and sturdy, and some weak and fragile
Arose so soft and delicate with fragrance to perfume the air...

Amina

The man I thought was mine forever
No longer wants us to be together
The heartache, tears and pain
How can I try to rebuild again
Through thick and thin
I thought we were one skin
It is not so good now
my eyes are so heavy

I have to wipe my tears away
Those heavy clouds in my mind
Block out all my sunshine inside
My heart is so heavy
The pain is so strong

Trying to be happy somehow
My head is spinning I must sit down
How could he have waited so long?
To tell me we don't belong
I thought we would be together forever
Not until I got better
I will close the ode on a positive note
I will survive, and I will cope.....

Amina

Missing you is not a word to say
Missing you is not a story to be started in...
April and finished in May
Missing you is yesterday, today and everyday

Like the sky without stars
Like sleep without the dreams
Like a face without a smile
Like ME without YOU!!

Amina

If I had a wish
I would be your tears
Which burn in your eyes
And die on your lips
But if you were my tears
I'll never cry in fear
Of losing you.....

Amina

If i could gather up all the stars from the galaxy,
I would give them to you.
If i could fly to the sun and back,
I would do it for you.

I have a good heart,
Would you tear it apart?
I will give you my love,
Would you destroy that part?

I have my Faith,
Would you make it a disgrace?
You have my trust,
Would you have a trust that lasts?

I have been so hurt many times before....
Would you take care of my fragile heart?

Amina

I can see your face with concern and love
I hear your fun and laughter from within
I feel your kindness, when you hold me tight
I see your thoughtfulness, in everything you do for me
But most of all I see God's beauty you hold inside and out

amina

But, ah!, to get back on it; to get back on the train!
To live, to breathe, is to see again!
It's akin to feeling the breeze upon your face,
to being with one and experiencing and appreciating that all is unique,
to be able to see the path for the trees, to see the world at an apogee.
To see creation pour from pen to paper, to take note and gather further,
to go with the transference of vision to prose,
to probe down dark avenues of mind and light where it goes,
and I feel it flow - it’s a joy, a wonder.
You feel it seep into your skin and connect somehow to something deep down within,
As it probes the world around you in escalating ways,
(and of those within you, though sometimes it fades), for sometimes,
it's with you for precious seconds and then...
or be around like a would-be lover; for days,
as you feel its pillow against your back, as well as its gaze.

But though you might well know, it disappears so,
yet in the back of your mind, pit of the stomach or small of your back,
you know it'll return,
elastic-like (as though it never left!), some way down the track.
So don't be a fool, don't be sad,
Don't stay idle for something you had.
Life is for living and this world (and others) is what you make of it,
which can be a precious thing so bide your time and be sure not to break it.
I know worries beset you while around you others enjoy,
and deep down inside you know negatives of any kind no one should employ,
So take stock, take heed,
for your wounds they do not bleed.
For your time will come (again) as it did before…
But isn't it nice to see it around you, practically knocking at your door?
Maybe it's there already, provided you know where to look,

And how to use it and for what...
Take heart, of life take a healthy bite!
Breath in the outside when inside needs insight,
add colour to scope and do not collide;
(Yet) life is that mountain on which we sometimes slide.
Throw true your arrow, strike the mark,
intuition knows when to strike in the dark.
Be the best of who you are, eat well and travel far,
I know you know this well,
maybe in some other detail,
But sometimes it helps to gather wind in your sail,
so sail on, on that unique heading and pollinate the sunsets of tomorrow.
You're the precentor, it's a wave of precession; it's precognition.
Perception. Precipitation.
Dust yourself off for presentation.



Adam Fretter 2002©

“WHEN YOU FEEL YOUR HANDS GETTING COLD,
“WHEN YOU DON’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE BEING TOLD.”
WHEN YOU RELAX AND BREATHE IN THE AIR,
HOW MUCH DO YOU WAKE?
“WHEN THE TOWN CLOCK SLOWLY CHIMES FIVE,
“IT’S SUNDAY MORNING: TOWN ROADS ARE NOT ALIVE.”
NOTHING BUT PAPERS RACING ON EMPTY STREETS.
TELL ME: WHAT DO YOU DO?

“HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE PRISON WITH NO WALLS?
“FOR ME IT’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CALLS.”
GUESS IT MATTERS ON HOW MUCH YOU’VE LIVED.
DON’T YOU EVER GET OUTSIDE?!
“LIKE THE HANDS ON THE TOWN’S CLOCK FACE,
“THE WALLS SHADOW FINGERS KEEP IN THEIR PLACE.”
THE PAPER-MACHE FIGURE SITS MUTE SOAKED IN ITS OWN GRACE.
DON’T YOU EVER GET THE URGE!?



ADAM F - 08/01/97©

THE MANY FACES THE EYES SEE
THE MANY THINGS THAT TURN THEM BLIND
THE MANY EMOTIONS THEY SHOW
THE MANY THINGS THEY’LL FIND

IT’S NOT UNLIKE CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN
WITH NO HARNESS OR ROPE TO HOLD
YOU’RE BOUND TO SLIP, MIGHT EVEN FALL
IT’S THE BREAKING AND RE-MAKING - THE RE-SHAPING OF US ALL

SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND FLY
SOME DAY SOON YOU’LL HAVE TO TRY
THE WIND IT CALLS OUT YOUR NAME SO
LIFT THOSE FADING EYES AGAIN.



ADAM F - 10/05/95©

WINDOWS RATTLE … THEY SIGNAL THE COMING WAVE,
OVER YOUR HEAD CRASHING DEEP DOWN WITHIN,
SWELLING THE RHYTHM OF YOUR EVERY DAY LIFE,
FROM NOW ON NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME,
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE CANDLE FLAME …

I WATCHED RISING SUNSHINE SWEEP BEAT UPON YOUR FACE,
AND I’M SHOWERED IN CONFUSION EACH TIME I’M PUT IN MY ‘PLACE‘,
ATTEMPT AT CONTEMPT-PLATING THE MASK INSIDE,
THERE IS NO MORE DREAMING OF THE DREAM THAT DIED,
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE CANDLE FLAME …

I MAY RISE LATE IF I RISE AT ALL, BUT DON’T DOUBT IT,
INSIDE OUTSIDE KNEAD ME FLAT UPON THE PLAIN,
STRETCH ME TEAR ME TRY TO REPAIR ME WITHDRAWN,
GLASS SMILE HELD FOR SMALL WHILE WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME,
AND ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE FLICKERING CANDLE FLAME …



ADAM FRETTER - 20/10/96©

At the edge of your eyes

Oh, at the edge of your eyes
they have sent Cupid
and he set up an ambush
and he set up an ambush.

Oh, at the edges of your lips
they threw their fishing-nets
and they caught my heart
and they caught my heart.

I wriggle like a fish
caught on the hook
and when I listen to you singing
I die a thousand times