Featured Poet - Bobby Z

ALL ALONE

Twisted memories, That reveal the past.

Constantly haunt you. And leave you aghast.

Moments of passion, That fail to appear.

Leaves you searching for answers, Can’t delay the tears.

Spirits that ignite you, Fail to leave you ablaze.

Your heads up your behind, Lost in a total haze.

Tormented relationships, That contaminate your desires.

Causes you heartache, Extinguishes the fire.

A legend in your own mine, Always full with total confusion.

You view your life, As a total illusion.

All dressed up, And Nowhere to go.

You're lost in time, You're ALL ALONE.

CONTROLLED HYSTERIA

Controlled hysteria, what does it mean,

may be evil, may be serene.

Controlled hysteria, a secret weapon for some,

difficult to master, only for the chosen one.

Controlled hysteria, at the right time and place,

takes time to master, more effective than a can of mace.

Controlled hysteria, an animated choice of words,

selected and acted carefully, may relieve you of much grief and pain.

Controlled hysteria, a select choice of words,

difficult to detect, if fake or real.

Controlled hysteria, may intimidate and cause doubt, 

may make others to think twice, before they open their mouths.

Controlled hysteria, used when your back is against a wall,

sends a message not to be Messed With, to one and all.

REST IN HELL

Turn back the clock- and think of the past.

Were there any good times - you would have wanted to last.

… think real hard -think beyond him.

What about the farm - those should not be that dim.

The forties were blurry - the fifties real bad.

The torturous torment - made us all sad.

Visiting the flophouses - being taught how to steal.

He thought he was hot sh*t - yeah a big f**k’in deal.

Allergic to work - hooked on sneaky-pete wine.

Only time I didn’t get a beating - was when he was doing time.

Consumed by the torment - that he inflicted on us.

May his soul rest in hell - don’t think that’s being too unjust.

Don’t rest in peace

MISSED THE RING

I've seen the sun rise, and the sun set.

No time to remember, no time to regret.

The bottle has been empty, many years.

My mind is clear, don't miss the beer.

Sometimes I stumble, but I never fall.

My glass is now empty, I'm standing tall.

I've spent a lifetime, not taking any sh*t.

My neglected thoughts and emotions, ain't worth spit.

Time is slipping fast ,in the twilight of my years.

My past is on display, no time to shed a tear.

I've taken my turn, and missed the ring.

But I'm satisfied I've achieved my goals, and forever I'll sing.

Its time to realize, you're not someone else, you're yourself.

And when you die, they'll put you in a vase, and store you on a SHELF.