Life

Is it when you work a job

to support your family

Looking at the bad times

Not to mention the economy

or is it when you fail

And lose a lot of friends

The world isn't over

But you may think it's the end

Joseph A. Fenner

The end.

The end is near The end is near He yelled, but is it the beginning that we are afraid to remember or is it the end of the beginning to something new we try to forget . One Look that far into the future can only give you greater sight of the  beginning of  everything . If you  can see the end of the universe does it mean that the universe begins at you . Step to the side and admire all that you can hold in you hands because what you may hold today is something that someone else has let slip away  yesterday. But now it has you thinking. Will you stop thinking or will you continue until the beginning.

Glen R.

THE POETS

.Welcome to the open mike session. Please sit back and flow with the up and coming great in the spoken word arena. Some poems will be added by your requests and reccomendation so if you know of some one who wishes to get noticed please have them hit the guess book before leaving this is not a hip hop site even though most are considered rap related. If you can enlist a thought or something that speaks from your soul please submit it here. All inputs are welcomed and appreciated. Bless one .....

The first input is done by acclaimed poet Joseph A. Fenner his other works can be viewed at poetry.com

This is submitted by Myself   just  a thought.......

Tumbleweed through town

You see me every day, but you refuse to speak.

I am not a visitor, but I seem to be treated as one.

Don't look the other way when I say hello the smile

that you give may just calm the grief and sadness that is

in my soul. I'm not just traveling through this city.

I've  been here for years and I will be here for a while

longer. So please don't treat me as you would a tumbleweed blowing through town. Embrace, love and respect the one who has always loved and respected you.

thoughts

glennie j. rivers

06/may/95

Hello all sit back and listen to these poems written and spoken By a friend of mine named Sonya. She is 42 yrs old, Divorced and have no kids by her choice alone.Shes a wireless techician since the  80's. She lives in Wichita, Kansas, her Father lives in Oklahoma, mother  is deceased as of Feb. 2000, one sister  that lives in Oklahoma also. I met Sonya on worlds .com and she asks that I share these words with you with out any more interruptions here Sonya  A.K.A. Imaginary1

         Singularity

I stand at the edge, of reality.

Where I am at now, no one can see.

The logic of real life can't quantify me..

For I am what I  am, it's my destiny.

Don't come looking for me..

For If you come too close..

Darkness you will see..

Shadows and ghosts.

There was once a real me..

So long ago..

Real person with real needs..

But I sold my soul.

They orbit around me..

Yet they can not approach..

some once did have my key..

But my trust they did broach.

Once I was warm.

Once I had a soul..

Before it was torn..

And cast into the hole.

Behind the horizion,

One cannot exist..

Many masks I did try on..

Will any be missed?

When I tire of trying..

To be on the list..

And It comes a time for dying..

To fade into the mist..

Will I finally stop crying..

And remember all this?

Imaginary1

Sandcastles washed with waves

Everything we do,

Is like a sandcastle too,

We can build it stronger,

Hope it will last longer.

But it all crumbles,

As sometimes we stumble.

We can build our dreams,

Sometimes to extremes,

Or so it seems,

But our faith redeems

For faith is how the foundation's laid.

And devotion is the price that's paid.

To a dream that one has made.

To whatever goal, one has protrayed.

In one's mind

They will find,

thoughts to  be fine,

If truly thine......

Remember now, from hence one came,

And know how, this is no game.

And don't be cruel, or inflict pain.

The animal inside must be tamed.

For all we do comes to a end

No matter all the files we send,

Against entropy,

We can only rend,

A bit of time,

We cannot bend,

The universe, must somehow end.........

Maybe to begin again.

             Imaginary1

              Deconstructed

The real world's where I should have Stayed..

But fantasy here , as protrayed..

Lead to decisions that I made..

So I downloaded, and I paid.

Had no idea was so intense..

So easy to lose common sense..

Feelings oh so thick and dense..

And games and cliques and veiled intent...

And no one is just who they seem..

As pixels dance on lonely screens..

Tease emotions, invoke dreams..

Yet we rush back by any means...

Some, they are so shallow..

Some, they are so deep..

Some, content to follow..

Some, they take the lead..

We lie awake in our beds...

Remembering what here was said..

Too complacent..one is lead..

Our heart sometimes rules our head..

In this chess game we are but rooks..

Our heart's are read like open books..

What part of you, have they took?

How deep inside you, did they look?

Though I did as instructed...

Too many points were deducted...

Every path, is obstructed...

Slowly I am, deconstructed...

Imaginary1