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The Black Rose

The Black Rose

Black is the Rose,
as it stands for pain!
Dead
or tainted otherwise.
A sin stained Rose
Once Red or White
A Rose with a past like shadow
A Rose with a sin so heavy,
like ink,
it swells and spreads like disease,
turning what was once,
Passion!
or
Pure!
now,
a vile flower in the bed.
We fear this flower
We fear it's color
We fear it's wrath,
as it is a path the white rose may take.
A path we wish not to make.
The Black Rose
The sin drenched,
soul tainted,
corrupted,
Black Rose
 
Wesley Mincin

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  370.     

The Rise

The rise we get,
from the things we do,
it drives us all,
we love it too.

To shoot a man,
or to speed a car.
The rise is everywhere,
its never far.

The rise we get,
when he rapes a girl,
or what she does after dinner,
she just loves to hurl.

We love the rise,
as we lead a new war.
When we dip into drugs,
or when he f***s his whore.

The rise we get,
when she cuts herself,
or when he jumps from a building,
no one cares to help.

Because its the rise we get,
that we accept the fall,
It's the rise we get,
that will kill us all.

The rise.
 
ally jones

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  371.     

rising

Often when I see the sinking
sun that’s setting in the west
and better men than I start drinking
I start to think of how the best
is over, and recall the east,
where, it seems long ago, I saw
the sun when it began to rise,
and until noon began to soar
above my head in cloudless skies.
I rise with rising of the sun,
but when it sinks I start to fret,
and from its dying rays I run.
I do not wish to see it set,
but wait for something not surprising
which must happen, I feel sure,
a new day with a brand new rising
which for sunset is a cure.

Inspired by “The Rising, ” by Bruce Springsteen, which the NY Times reports has been a fight song for John Edwards in his present Presidential campaign as it was in his campaign for Vice-President in 2004. Its last lines are:

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight


12/20/07
 
gershon hepner

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  372.     

Our Faded Roses

Scanning the cemetery, my eyes did focus upon
our Stone of Roses; so fair and so fair. Running my hands upon the Rose reliefs, tears of
forgotten years, came remorsefully down my
sorrowful cheeks. A Stone of Roses, given to Our Father and Mother,
is all that remains of lives so dear, and now so glad! Thinking often of these trips to that place of quiet abode,
I realize the Stone of Roses, is now so blessed. In Rose reliefs, I see something so pleasing among
the broken chips; a thought, a memory, and many dreams. Dreams, thoughts, and memories, I imagine now in these
moments, another Place of Roses. Remorse not! I urge myself!
Sorrow no more! I still demand! The Stone of Roses is sometimes just the heart!
The Place of Roses is just a brand new start.
 
Richard L. Merila

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