Poem of the Week # 3 What is Love?

Love seems to be a reoccurring theme
But I dare anyone – anyone to explain to me exactly what it means
Can it be touched, felt, smelt?
Does love have a taste – a face?
If so, what does love taste like
What color are its eyes
Brown, blue, green
If you screamed its name
At the top of your lungs
Would love come
Would it run
Does love have wings, residing amongst the clouds?
Or can it be found in the pages and fables
And if so in books, would I be wrong
To say that love, indeed, has its price
Does love dream
And if so, does it dream of you – maybe me
Wait….does love hate?
Yeah, does love hate?

Christian H
Copyright © 2010

Poem of the Week # 2 Refugee

They told me
That terrible things happen
But good always outways evil
That love always prevails 
And no matter what
Everything is gonna be alright
They told me not to worry
They told me
They are only doing what they were told
For the protectionj of our culture
That certain sacrifices must be made
In order for our people to survive
That certain individuals have betrayed us
And they must be dealt with, accordingly
Things will be said and done
And diabolical acts of justice
Must be enforced
To ensure the prosperity of our nation
But not to worry,
Everything's gonna work out
They told me everything is going to be alright
It was just part of life
They told me
That my father's opinions
Poisoned the roots of our system
That his venomous tongue
Was too sharp for children
So they chopped it off
Like the truth to his innocense
Then without reason
Pertaining to me personally
They kidnapped my father 
After he just cooked dinner for me and sister
They took him before they could even take his dignity
And I haven't seen him since then
They told me
That man was not your father
They, they took me
Placed a weapon in my hand
And told me
That the purpose of life
Was to life it
That everyone over their
The same color skin
The same kind of hair
The same eyes, lips and
Everything in between
Will enslave my soul
The minute I give them
Room to breathe
They told me 
That blood has the sweet taste of honey
And power taste even better
Murder was the path they gave me to achieve Nirvana
They told me 
I was a leader of my people
The same people I've witnessed then rape
With a twinkle in their eye
Like annihilation was a part of my life
They told me 
That was a part of life
So, I ran
I ran until my lungs exploded in agony
I ran until my legs disagreed with my spine
And took off by themselves
I ran until I lost their eyes, their voice, and my mind
I ran until I was found
By the woman who manifested my existence
And the other 1/2 of my destiny
My mother and my sister
Now I hear someone telling me
Everything is going to be alright (again)
They are telling me
That safety lies beyond the seas
Without any strings attached
They are telling us
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
Be patient and you will soon be there
In paradise
Well, we got here
And they are telling me
The exact same thing
They told me back home....
The world is beautiful
Blood has the sweet taste of honey
And power taste even better

Peace

Rap
Copyright © 2010

Poem of the Week # 1 *Imagine that*

In the concrete and steel, who would have thought,
A rose would spring forth, such value, such worth.
Cast out, but not forgotten,
Root were formed though the soil was rotten
A rose would spring forth
Such value, such worth
Rampant mistrust and dreams deferred
Still hope was alive and love nurtured
The rose sprang forth, radiant and alive
A few thrones here and there, but it was destined to survive
A rose sprang forth in the concrete and steel
Value and worth and beauty surreal

Michael P
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