"All my work contains the same recognizable features of a poet chasing lost love, hinting at meanings below the seemingly familiar forms on the pages."

Midnight Drops

I yearn to speak of you
so fluidly,
so eloquently,
so poignantly,
but I am limited
by the constraints
of my own mind,
and my own language,
as visions of you
dance through my head.
Wordless images,
meaning I can not convey,
feelings I can not orate,
for they are insubstantial,
intangible,
inner, inward notions of....
something.

So how do I define my heart's response to you?
Flashes of need, of touch, taste and smell;
rich remembrances of
those nights filled with black satin and deep secrets,
a soft bodied merlot and tiger lilies;
stealing you away at midnight and
driving away under the stars to that hidden hollow;
cool rain falling on your skin and mine,
the drops lit by the illumination of the moon;
so many kisses from your soft mouth, and
so many tears from your chameleon eyes;
so much love, so much hurt,
so much history,
between you and I.

Were we meant for each other?
We both used to believe,
and so we left it in the hands of the fates.
But my passage through these years
has changed me from within,
and somehow, somewhere,
my heart lost its pull to yours.
I cry when I think of those times I was yours,
and you were mine,
when I could think of nothing but you.
Nothing else mattered because I knew I had you.
So what happened to my heart?
I've chosen not to remember so much...

Why did I leave you?

Copyright © 2006 Hugh Stewart

"I speak about my love- filled journey through the pen and the reasons for holding pens and easing out such words of love."

Shadow Movements

You tasted like sunshine after darkness
searing, before that lazy, lovely heat,
staying with me for days.
You felt like the rain
imbuing me with clarity,
cleansing my spirit,
raising me up
with your touch, as light as air,
still trailing over my skin.
I feel it, laying here,
your phantom fingertips
dancing across my body,
as your image echoes behind my eyes,
pouring over me,
enveloping me in your warmth.
Those parting touches -
too few,
too hasty,
too thoughtless -
still rendering their delicious chills as
these moments experienced in memory
become dreamlike, crystallized,
and perfectly edged in haze.
Remembering you,
i miss you.

Copyright © 2006 Hugh Stewart

"Greatest Impact focuses on the problems with the music industry today."

Greatest Impact

It is said he who controls the music of an era controls the people, so why then are we teaching our kids it’s cool to go to jail. Why are we teaching them that selling drugs is the only way to make money or get ahead in life? Why are we letting them believe that crime doesn’t lead to punishment? Music is the greatest impact, so why are we letting this generation believe these made up scenes are real realities. It is said he who controls the music of an era controls the people, so why then is it that ignorance seems to be the only legacy we leave. Music is the greatest impact so why are we showing our kids, our futures that calling females bitches and hoes, and our males niggas and playas is neither disrespectful nor degrading. We are people, human beings, crated in the image of God and we should stand as God has called us Man and Woman. It is said that he who controls the music of an era controls the people, so why then are we teaching our futures that carrying a gun is their only protection, or that robbing, killing, and stealing is the path to manhood. And why then are we showing them that being a so-called thug or gansta equals respect. Music is the greatest impact and we need to check the message. And start showing our futures the meaning of respect. Starts showing them the meaning of integrity, the meaning of loyalty, show them the path to becoming a man, the value of honesty, and the value of truth. Music is the greatest impact and we need to stop playing games and be real for a change. Show our futures that hard work leads to success; show them that confidence leads to greatness, and hope and faith leads to destiny. We need to show them that ignorance leads to death. Music is the greatest impact so let us step up and be real; show our futures the power they have. Show them that they are made in the image of God never to be degraded, defiled, or disrespected. It is said he who controls the music of an era controls the people, so he needs to check his message.

Prophet

Copyright © 2006 Joelle Johnson

This poem is lyrically sensual, but also a bit of a melancholy smiling for recognition and LOVE!

Wind Song

Wind blows
Playing a melancholy song
Causing the violin strings of my heart
To gently touch
Sending tantalizing shivers of tones
Through my being
Rippling through my spirit,
Capturing my soul.

Pin pricks of awareness
Arise upon my epidermis
Tiny mountains of perception
Picking up all the vibes in the wind song
Standing at attention, perfectly still…
Perfectly.

With each chord of her song
Senses rise
Looking around
Seeing what they must see
Knowing what they must know.

Sing to me oh wind,
Play your melancholy song
Draw from me all that is painful, dreary and sad,
Add it to your tune.

Please, please play your song.
Release me from this hurt,
Renew me,
Revitalize me,
Caress me,
Accept me.

Copyright © 2006 LaShawn Williams

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