when I thought
of you, I saw
an Angel,
but was it the
Angel of Death?
(for it has slain
both You and I!)
This post was submitted by Ebone\’ Ingram.

Life has
no meaning;
why should i live it?
Love has
no luster;
why then am i in it
Dead though it is to me?
this cycle,
this spiral of
accursed death…
has it
no End?
This post was submitted by Ebone\\\\\’ Ingram.

horrid Fates!
i Fated fear that
beholding my Fate’s
hapless Fate
is my eternal Fate.
This post was submitted by Ebone\’ Ingram.

Alas, my Muse is dead,
only a Shell of His former self.
There is no Spirit in him that I may
Immortalize, captive in my Art.
I myself thirst for this,
His former Life that I held so Dear.
But now it is Gone:
A Slave to some unseen Force.
This post was submitted by Ebone.Ingram.

It be the nature
of good things to end,
But why must these endings be
Eternal?
This post was submitted by Ebone.Ingram.

The title is Latin for ‘From the Pit of my Soul.’ The seven poems in this series are dedicated to anyone who has loved and lost.
Just a dream,
just a fleeting glance at a fleeting fantasy.
I’ve lost so many dreams…
so I don’t think I’ll sleep again.
This post was submitted by Ebone.Ingram.

Dang.
That’s the only word
that fits that
falling-into-the-sky
fireworks-on-4th-of-July
deep-sea-diving-for-the-1st-time
phenomenon.
Now I ache
for just another taste
of that decadent kiss,
long for that tempting
smooth-as-silk
sensation across my lips.
It was sickly surreal
(I MUST have been dreaming) .
And the only word worthy is
DANG.
This post was submitted by Ebone.Ingram.

A Voice that Cuts Through Time,
And yet finds it sheds no Blood,
The blade of Compromise and Commonsense,
Of Dialog and Good.
Silent now, and greatly missed,
By the World and the Swedish nation
But not Silent is the Message
As a result of her Assassination.
A knife that Cuts through Flesh,
Only Death comes from the Crime…
The Message lingers on,
Of the Voice that Cuts Through Time.
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Dedicated to Anna Lindh. R.I.P.
Feel free to circulate with appropiate credits.
This post was submitted by Tomas O Carthaigh.

I wish that when my eyes I open,
A better day sometime will see,
Through my actions or those of others,
A better time for all will be.
For as around at this world I look,
Either in Europe, or the Holy Land there,
I see hatred and bigotry,
I see people who dont really care.
Why is it that throughout time,
When one suffers pain they once knew,
That their more evil that those who opposed them,
Is known by all but said by few.
This post was submitted by Tomas ….

A day like today is many things to many men,
Some cant wait for tomorrow, some dont want to see again,
For some good and some bad, some by paths they did not choose,
Some carved from themselves whether they win or they lose.
God above is our guide, but we realise not he is near,
Because we do not listen, his voice we cannot hear,
God talks in a whisper, lost in a crowd,
If we refuse to listen: why should he shout loud?
This post ….