Message to my Brother (By Robert Capps)

On this side pain lay in store. Now you are in heaven forevermore. I miss your laugh, I miss your screaming, I miss aggrevatingly awakening you from dreaming. It pains me that we are now apart cause most of all I miss your generous heart. I love you, brother. DEDICATED TO SAMUEL DAVID CAPPS WHO LEFT THIS PLANE OF EXISTANCE NOVEMBER 20, 1994

Life Changes (By Jonathan Copeland)

Live for Real, Laugh for Real, and Love for Real....

Many will come into your life,
Some will leave or become disconnected.
We all have the opportunity to do anything.
...
Live your life the best you can, enjoying all the good and bad, it makes us who we are. Laugh with Friends and Family, the ones that bring Joy into your life.
Love with all you have, Every single moment, for its these moments that define who we are. "UnitedUnity", if the world just could, what a glorious place this would be

The Reason for the Season ( By Johnathan Hay)

This is the time of year where family gets together,
Where loved ones are remembered and never forgotten.
This is when the world needs to realize,
... This season isn't about the gift.
No this season is about something much bigger.
We need to realize that Jesus came to the world this day.
He truly is the reason for the season.

(An original by Ninzy Donayre)

Fight your fears,
So that you'll not cry in tears

Be brave enough to fight for love,
Is because you're bellow? and his above?
It doesn't matter when its love

You are my Judas

I stood there awkwardly at the back of the church. Just staring back at the people who were
staring at me. Just a few feet apart from each other but it felt like worlds. I wanted to shout
at them. This place had been my home for three years. The preacher like a father, his wife like
my mother, and their three sons...my brothers. Each had taken a stand for me against those who
would do me wrong. They had helped me in my time of need. So I spoke "I know that you are angry
with me." My voice had started to crack with the sound of tears threatening to take hold. "I know
that I lied to you, I lied to myself too though. I was trying to make even myself believe that I
was...something I wasn't." The tears had started to run down my cheeks. "But you are and always
be my family. You have helped me in the bad times, and were a main cause of the good....and it
hurts knowing that you would turn you back so quickly on me." The sound of my sadness bellowed up
inside me and was released. "I didn't mean to dissrupt your church service, but I just wanted you
to know that it hurts so much...that the people I care about so much...Would care so little." I
turn to the preachers wife. "You never even wanted to know if it was true, you saw it and just
left my life. I loved you all of you. You were the family I always wanted." I turned to the
middle son. "You were the person I'v always wanted to be." I stand up tall now and wipe the tears
from my eyes. "But I am who I am. I will no longer lie to myself or anyone else. I will stand
with my head held high and be the person I am,'almost in a whisper now,' "and I will always
remember you as my Judas." I turn around and walk out of the church, leaving the faces I had
loved and cherished all these years...forever. As I left I repeated my words..."you are my
Judas."

"I'm Thru" ( By Johnathan Hays)

I'm done with this pain,
It hurts to much.
How could you put me through all this,
I thought that you loved me,
But now that it's all over,
... All I want to do is die.
I've told you everything, I trusted you,
But it was a mistake,
Now that you left, my secrets are out,
My walls have been torn down,
And you left me deffenseless,
I wish there was someone,
Someone who would just understand,
Someone who would be here for me,
But no one is here, and I'm crying,
I'm so alone and nobody sees it.
So this is the end, I'm done,
I'm finished with this fucked up world,
To hell with this life,
It's over, and nobody cares
I'm thru.

Could Only Tell You. (By Johnathan Hay)

I love the way you look at me,
Especially when you don't know I'm looking back.
I love how you smile,
It brings a grin to my face,
Even when I'm in my saddest states.
... I love how you always laugh at my jokes,
Although I'm hardly ever trying.
With every sweet word you speak,
My skin just melts off the bones.
I love how your always happy and when your not,
How I'm the only one you want to talk to.
The way you touch my arm,
While your just trying to be closer to me,
I may back away and ask what are you doing,
But that's all a show,
deep down inside I never want you to stop.
And now if I could only tell you!

You're not alone

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through all the pain
and all the strife

though you may change
and find out more
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a shoulder to cry on
and a held out hand
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I was born this way

You probably think that I chose this life,
or that it's some sort of phase.
But theres something that you do not know,
I was born this way.

This is'nt a religion,

I didn't choose to believe.

I'm simply stating it as a fact,
this is how I was conceived.

I didn't choose to be an outcast,
and I dont really like the hate.
But it's not your fault you do not know
that I was born this way.

I'm not saying you have to like it.
I'm not shoving it in your face.
Just remember before you throw you stones.
I was born this way

Red Diamonds

Scarlet jewels flow from my soul
always breaking never whole
catch the riches as they fall
These red diamonds are my call

Remnants stay upon my skin
all reminders of pain within

like a web thats catching lies

These red diamonds help me fly

Wearing night to cover shame

theres only me I have to blame

using words to hide my strife

these red diamonds are now my life

I am an adict this is true

I use this blade to make it through

but with time these wounds will heal

These red diamonds my cup they fill

You are good enough

A little boy comes home from school

discouraged with himself.

For all his friends had made all A's,

and he still needed help.

He went to see his mother,

and tell her all  this stuff.

He said he wasnt good at it
and she said "Your good enough"

The little boy grew up some

as all kids tend to do.

But when it came to making the cut,

he couldnt muddle through.

He went to see his mother,

and tell her all this stuff.

He said he wasn't good at it

and she said "your good enough"

The little boy is grown now

and when he's feeling rough

he remembers what his mother said

!!

Tolerance (A small lesson, with a big purpose.)

Its not our place to condemn tolerance is key,
An open mind and open heart is what it takes to see,
A life in which there's no more war,
Or pain that we have made,
and we accept and show kindness,
This world we can create.

(I'm not saying you have to like what someone does, or how they act, just practice tolerance and kindness, you will help much more that way.)

You dont know

You dont know what its like at home
for the girl with the ratty clothes.

You dont know that at five years old
she was made to sit on the stove.

You dont know what its like at home
for the boy who cant afford food,
You dont know that when at home
his mothers too high to move.

You dont know that the girl likes frogs
cause they were her only friend.
In times of sadness and of pain
she would only talk to them.

You dont know that the boy has,
 a little brother at home.
and that when they can get some food,
he gives his brother his own.

You dont know about any of this
and you dont care to ask.
But you dont know that this boy and girl
us all they have surpassed.

Words Change Lives

Whispered rumours.

She said this, he said that.
Gay, slept with, did that.
Whispers all around your head filling it
like a thousand butterfly wings rubbing together
Do you think to ask for the truth?
Or accept it without question.
Words change lives....

Voices on the radio.
Inspired lyrics
rising up like a wave inside you
growing till you think you may burst.
Makes you change, do, fly.
Words change lives....

Print in a book.

Read, learn, feel, create.
Take it to heart and give back.
Knowledge pushes you forward into a better future.
Words change lives....

Rumours, voices, print.
All things with words.
Never knowing how they affect you.
Not caring how they affect others.
So be careful with what you say and what you write.
Because words change lives....

Love (A haiku for you)

Love is difficult

Like little pins in backside

I'll try not to sit

Mirrors (By Stephen Lovegrove)

I stand here,
in a seemingly endless hallway;
one person in the midst of many,
yet alone.
The path stretches out for miles
in front of me and behind me.
At first, I am confused
and bewildered.
I turn the corner
and see mirrors -
row after row of them.
People walk by,
glancing quickly at some
and glaring at others.
At first, I wonder
what makes these mirrors
so fascinating.
They all look the same.
Then I realize
each one contains a reflection,
not of the person standing before it,
but of another individual
all alone
somewhere in space.
As people pass by,
they make their comments.
They all have something to say.
A few of them make nice remarks.
Most are critical.
I begin to join the game.
It is so fun,
so addicting.
I get to say whatever I want -
I have comments about everything;
their faces, their clothes, their personalities.
It becomes a game.
Then suddenly,
it is all gone.
All the mirrors disappear.
Now
it is just the onlookers -
puzzled and afraid.
A voice is heard;
I am not sure
where it comes from.
But I know who it is.
“You were saying?”
It’s God.
He only says three words,
but that is all that is needed.
We all understand.
These people -
the ones in the mirrors -
are His friends,
His kids,
His creation.
He made them;
He understood them;
He loved them.
I watch as the crowd stands
awkwardly,
silently.
We didn’t have a clue
what we were doing.
We didn’t even know what we meant
half the time.
We just wanted to say
something,
and we did.
But it hurt people.
It hurt God.
Now it hurt us.
I thought I ruled the world,
but I ended up
destroying it.
I thought I knew all about people;
all I really knew was
how to hurt them.
I loved mirrors
until I saw myself in one.

Invisible girl (by Katie Hatfield)

she sits by herself to afraid to speak, afraid of what they might say, afraid of being called a freak.. no ones around, no ones there, no one to listen or even to care. she's tired of being invisible, she longs for a kind friend, she longs for a helping hand.. nobody thought about smiling and saying hey, nobody though about tossing an encouraging word her way. that's why nobody knew why she did it, nobody knew why she took the knife, nobody knew the reason behind why the "invisible girl" ended her life.

The stuff you dont say

A child is being hurt
and he knows that you can see
but you think that its not your problem
and so you just let it be

Perhaps you should have spoken
that probably would have been right
maybe you could have stopped
the bad things that happened at night

You see someone being picked on
and dont think that its good
but you just stand there and watch it
as they lose their livelyhood

Perhaps you should have spoken
that probably would have been right
maybe you could have stopped
what he did to himself that night

These things could be stopped if you spoke up
instead of just letting it go
and knowing that if you had stopped it
You could have saved someones soul

Perhaps you should have spoke up
but you didnt and now your pained
sometimes the things you dont say
are the things that would have saved

Paths

In life it seems we take different paths
each to a certain goal
and with each stride we take with us
that which would make us whole

Now on this path we meet  ourselves
and earn  what we have to earn
so when we come to a dead end stop
we  show what we have learned

When on this path we meet a friend
and take a leisurely stroll
but when one falls down and cant get up
we start to learn of the cold

Now on this path some take themselves
and go right to the end
But others like to stop and stay
and hold anothers hand

At the end of this worn out path you can look back and see
The others you have left behind
That you left on bended knee

You cant go back to right the wrongs
forwards no longer there
you've reached the top just to find
You've only your cross to bear

Steps of a wound

When you cause pain to other folks
The wound is deeper then it looks
You poke and pry and make your jokes
The wound is deeper then it looks

You can look at someone and start to judge
The wound Is deeper than before
You push and push till you make them budge
The wound is deeper than before

When you dont care bout what you do
The wound cuts straight through to bone
If you only ever knew
The wound cuts straight through to bone

But with one ounce of being kind
The wound will start to close
And leave your pettiness behind
The wound will start to close

When you befriend and spread some cheer
The wound will heal itself
and smiles show instead of leers
The wound will heal itself

One kind soul is all it takes
A wound thats no longer there
These last line are things that make
A wound thats no longer there

I am a parrot in a cage

Always mocking in a cage
wanting freedom never saved
the food is good and water too
but who I am is never true

I am a parrot evermore
always mocking, biting, bored
freedom seems so far away
but its just outside this cage

This life is ending
time to fly
is there a cage up in the sky?

It's time to turn to the next page
and free myself of this cage

Masked

Things are differant when your like me. Living in a world that just wont get you, no matter how much you try. people wont accept you. they wont even try. sure you put on a happy go lucky face but it never really means anything. at night you still go to sleep with the sense that youll never have the life that other people have. one of peaceful existance, of normalcy, of acceptance.But of course you wake up in the morning and go to school, never letting on that your in pain. Like a mask you let everyone else paint.
your mask is white in the morning. and all the colors of the day mix and turn it black. at night you paint it the perfect shade of red. but next morning its washed clean, white like the artists canvas ready to be painted again into that same blackness that you will again paint red and will be scrubbed clean. Into the mask that everyone else paints.
A stillness sets over your body. But your mind twists and turns like sails in the wind. moving across a tormented sea. the storm of life tosses the ship everywhere the ship stays sturdy but the passengersare scared not knowing if theyll make it through the night. They survive but the ship is damaged. Like a crack in the mask that everyone else paints.
day by day you start to yearn for freedom. The thing noone else can give you. the thing that is most wanted. you start racing for it like a fire races for the dead branches. you take your chissel and hammer and start to remove your painted mask. you are so close to being free of the mask that everyone else paints.
your first breath as a free man feels like a tsunami welling up inside you ready to crash down on the graffiti that now lay at your feet. your bonds are broken and you tear off the mask that every one else paints you now have the life that you wanted. peace, normalcy, and acceptance not from any colors that they give you but from your true color the one that had been covered so many times. you look at the shattered remains of the mask that had been painted by everyone else, and smile. For now you paint yourself.
and the mask that everyone else painted never turned black, never turned red, and never returns to white.

Hypocrites

hypocrites all of you. saying one sin is better then the other. I do one thing and you another but I get the butt of the gun. you say hell, burn, always. but never turn to the mirror to look. see the ugly in all the world but never turning the looking glas towards yourself. But none of this matters. Because im a hypocrite too.
DEath falls around you at your feet and you say GOD HATH PUNISHED THEM but for what? He was a thieve? like the teenager who steals money from their moms purse. But do you see it that way? no. He was in the wrong. not you your face is clean. you have never done anything to earn the wrath off god. but none of this matters. Because Im a hypocrite too.
every day you snub someone thinking im better then you. You dont see truth you see what you want to see. a homeless man on the street you call lazy when you yourself wont even get up and clean your own house. YOu see a criminal in the newspaper who got caught and say they are in the wrong!! when you yourself have done that same thing. calling it just a phase experimentation. but none of this matters. I do the same. Because Im a hypocrite too.

When I was your age

When I was your age...I had a job when I was 12...my daddy woulda knocked me senseless...we didn't have all this modern technology...we've all heard it "when I was your age" when we're young we can't stand it. But years from now our generation will do the same. When I was your age... I was in love too... I had been hurt before... I didn't fit in...we just brush it off...just like everyone before us we've used the immortal words "no one understands me." But someone does."when I was your age" its not a scolding. It's a lesson. With every generation we gain and gain. But lose what's important. The friendships, the values, and the heritage. So when someone says "when I was your age." Listen to the lesson before its lost.

Image

Image is it that important? If so what kind is? Is it self image or the image you give off to the people around you? Does the mirror talk to you or does the stage. Which one? and what do they say. To hurt yourself, to like yourself, to change yourself? What does it meen to have good self image?
Just think about it everytime you see your reflection what do you think? Or when you walk down the halls at school and work hearing people whisper and wonder if its about you, and if its good or bad. Why do we care?
We hurt ourselves so much trying to change trying to be what we think is better. Never thinking "I am good enough." Always we try to change and change and change until we disapear completely and then who are we? what image do we have is it one of ourself? Or is it some stranger your judging like you feel everyone else is doing.
IMAGE...Makes you wonder huh?