Out of Sight, Out of Mind

By RBS

I’m locked in this cell,
I can’t stop pacin’.
A prisoner of my own thoughts,
That’s why my head keeps achin’.
My nerves real bad,
I sit down,
But can’t stop shakin’.
I’m turning bitter and cold,
Trying not to lose my patience.
My heart beats,
but holds no love,
It’s always breakin’.
‘Cause the ones who s’pose to keep it real,
Always wind up fakin’.
I thought I had a good girl,
A dime worth chasin’,
I ain’t heard from her in a while,
Was I blind, mistaken
Look at all the strong people that this times be breakin’.
Are the stiff sentences for the crimes,
Or are these swines just hatin’?
Love ones at a crossroad in their hearts,
Minds contemplatin,
If we’re still that everything they need,
Or can they find replacements,
So many good men forgot about,
Left behind, forsaken
‘Cause their folks’ decision was that more division was the right equation
Now I find myself staring at the fears they all once were faced with,
Prayin’ God please give my folks a sign,
That I’m still worth the wait

Marco! Polo!

By AC

Life is more like a group thing,
it isn’t really a solo.
I wish I would have known
instead of finding out on my own
that everything is better in company
than going at it alone.

Marco! Polo!
Always looking for something out there.
Missing the small simple things,
or how perfect they were
and how they meant everything

Marco! Polo!…
Just open your eyes,
Wake up to the lights
of all that surrounds you.
Take off from your face
the veil that blinds you.
Appreciate what you have.
It may not all be good,
but it’s not totally bad.
And try to remember:
Keep your eyes on the ball,
and that we tend to forget
that the higher we get,
the harder we fall.

I’m learning all this
as I’m getting old.
Whatever you do,
Hold on tight to your soul.
Marco! Polo!
I found you.

Longing for Lost Love

By CM

Companionships are often broken
Let me be blunt and open
I’d rather be sunk than soaken
When love’s washed away
‘Cause losing love is torture
Misery often follows
Millions of dreams of marriage
My heart’s a sleepy hollow
I must release this sorrow
But I cling to her smile
I itch to fix this heartbreak
I’ve been a fiend all the while
When she sings, flowers blossom
When she cries the sun loses light
As she sleeps my soul is at ease
So I’m most at peace during the night
Let me know everything is all right
Even though you’ve chosen to move on
I’ll be here to tend to your heart
Anytime it’s broken or torn
And then maybe ours can mend…

War Child

By NH

Inspired by the book War Child by Emmanuel Jal

Oh War Child,
look at what you have become
Oppressed by a system that forced you to become wild
In the merge of guns and a mind that has no conscious
you have become a war child
Seeing blood flow from out the flesh of another has no case in your file
it’s just another memory that been shot
Pow!!!!

Oh War Child
Yes, you, African boy
You’ve been dredged from the hands of your sweet mother
and now look at you
angry by the fault of your circumstances
so you have no care in this world because you feel that you are on your own
but you are not alone.
Yes I feel the pain that trickles my soul
the war that replays in my mind is long lasting it never seem to get old.
Watching the bloodbath of my brothers drown them to death has triggered me
to become cold.

Oh War Child
look at what I have become
guns was my expression of the g code
and the fault of me being away from my sweet mother
has put me in depression of the survivor mode
Frustration has ruled my thoughts
all my effort to find a way out had seem to led to naught
There was no place for freedom
I was caught up in the system of oppression but

Oh War Child
you are not alone
I too am looking to find a way out

My Tormenter

By TC

Once warmer than the deserts of the Sudan
Now colder than an Arctic blizzard
Winds so sharp like daggers to the face
Lost to everything like an asteroid floating through space
Cold and darkness all around
No type of warmth or light could be found
The cold becomes comfort
The darkness becomes virtuous
Pain no longer hurts
Emotion no longer exists
Torn between what was and what is
Feeling anguish of what if
Tears dried up
All deceit, no trust
Travail becomes pleasure
No longer thinking when we were together
Love…my tormenter
So I became numb to it
I cut my heart out and tossed it in the trench
Positive it would never be found
For I don’t ever want to feel this love again
My tormenter, who was once my friend