We all have choices, you and I.
One is to live, one is to die.
One is to fail, one is to try.
One is to be truthful, one is to lie.
One is to love,
One is to hate.
One is to be early,
One is to be late.
One is to be wrong,
One is to be right.
One is to peaceable,
One is to fight.
One is to feel old,
One is to feel new.
The final choice
Is up to you!
I opened my book
invited you in
your character evolved
the plot thickened
Happy ending in sight
no end to our love
the pages had hope
even life from above
But you smeared the ink
before it could dry
not even whiteout
could save our goodbye
The dagger my soul
thrust deep within
I was lost for words
my heart left broken
I knew I was wrong
my first inclination
I surrendered to love
despite my hesitation
I gave you the benefit
despite having doubt
left now to wander
lifelessly without
No explanation why
not even a plea
is this really over
how can it be
No thoughts of your own
not even a word
your silence my death
all I wanted your love
By Bradford Lee Mace
http://www.bradfordleemace.com
Poetry Reading: MORONIC MOTORISTS, BY JOHN ROSS HARVEY
Poetry Reading: MEAN GIRLS by Linda R. O’Connell
Poetry Reading: Knight and Dragon by BRIAN T. SLUGA
Poetry Reading: THE COMPLEX MAN by Joy Genauer
Poetry Reading: NOT WITHOUT ME by Bhekuzulu Khumalo
Poetry Reading: I’M LIVING by Bhekuzulu Khumalo
Poetry Reading: Poetry of Mind, by Joy Genauer
Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss
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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Camera Op: Mary Cox
Her face is white as porcelain
Her lips are thin and red
And as the concertina plays
He tilts her fragile head
The voice that he embodies
Has a churlish, silly sound
He helps her do a courtesy
And then makes her spin around
Her floral dress, conservative
Her frilly blouse too tight
Those fallen locks have lost their shine
But who is she to fight?
She’s at the mercy of his hands
She doesn’t have control
The only life she’s ever known
Is as a passive doll
She’s tired of the girlishness
The way he moves her hands
She hates the curtseys and the nods
The way he makes her stand
And suddenly as if possessed
Viola takes her reins
Decides to pull on her own strings
And breaks free from her chains
She smiles a smile so devilish
It almost cracks her cheeks
Does a crazy, happy dance
And turns to him to speak
She tells him with authority
That it’s time for a change
She’s had enough of mannerisms
Feeling so restrained
Viola takes a flying leap
And breaks her string of pearls
Shouts that she’s a woman now
And not some helpless girl
She tears her frilly blouse apart
Her hair is like a horse
Cascading down her ivory skin
With such unbridled force
Her pearls are swirling round the sky
That floral skirt is ripped
She steps into her own domain
And swings her sensual hips
She turns to the ventriloquist
Who stands their quite agast
Thanks him for the life she’s had
But adds, “It couldn’t last..
Inside each doll there is a soul
That longs for more than pity,
We women want to be ourselves
It’s boring playing pretty”
Viola so vivaciously
Vibrates with violet power
She’s waited all her life for this
It is her finest hour
She spins him once and twice around
And takes her fallen laces
Ties his hands and feet with them
She laughs as her heart races
Viola’s purple passion pumps
Right through her female brain
“Cause even dolls rebel you know,
And now I hold the reigns”
We are taught that
Beauty is in the
Eye of the Beholder
We always assume
This means eyes
Outside of our own
Someone not us
Is supposed to approve
Using some arbitrary standard
We seek validation
From every passerby
And shrink into ourselves
When we aren’t deemed worthy
Beauty is in the eye
Of the Beholder
But wouldn’t it be
The loveliest thing
If the only Beholder
We cared about
Was ourselves
What if the only
Standard we had to reach
Was our own
Would we finally
Understand self-love
And honor our unique beauty?
What a wild thought.
Way up high on the seventeenth floor lived a selfish young princess dressed in Dior.
“My nail is chipped and my hair is a mess.” Where is that maid, I need to get dressed!”
“Bring me my dog, now take him to pee. Run me a bath and bring me my tea!”
She clamored and bellowed, bullied and such that her maid up and quit, she’d had just too much.
Now alone and frightened on the seventeenth floor, there came a knock on the Princess’s door.
Not sure what to do without hired help, the knocking kept knocking, her little dog yelped.
Knocking and yelping the neighbors could hear, so they called the cops and one was quite near.
“I think she’s in danger, I think she is dead,” “I really don’t care” one neighbor said.
So the cop took the stairs to the seventeenth floor, stopping in front of the Princess’s door.
And there in plain sight was the Princess’s maid, knocking because she forgot to get paid.
“Why did you quit? What did she do?” asked the cop of the maid who was stomping her shoe.
“She’s a witch and a tyrant, a bully that’s why…she never says thank you, I really do try.”
“I come when she beckons which often than not. Wash all her undies and hankies with snot.”
“I am a person and she treats me so bad, I’ve just had enough and I really got mad.”
“I see, said the cop as he saw the door crack. She treated you badly so you’re not coming back.”
“Aye, a please and a thank you never received, I totally get it, your thoroughly peeved.”
Now a light went on in the Princess’s head, nobody liked her, some wanted her dead.
Was she a bully as the maid had proclaimed? “Oh my, I am selfish and totally ashamed!”
So she opened the door and let the cop in, offered him tea, admitted her sins.
The maid got a raise and a miracle you see, she even took the dog out to pee.
She cleaned up her act and acquired some class, became a lady and not a spoiled ass
So the moral is as morals go, be ye a princess or be ye a maid, the fact of the matter you never can trade
For kindness and class goes hand in hand, spreading good will throughout the whole land.
We Are Forever In Love.
Her smile is truly beautiful
As I feel your love I see your beauty your smile touches my lonely heart as my heart beats
For your forever love
Your soft gentle touch so loving
It melts my heart in true love
As I feel your forever love
Your heart comforts my lonely heart whenever I’m feeling blue
A love song that makes our hearts dance forever in love tonight
When we come together our
True love smiles forever
Words could never express
My utter love for you
So take my hand and never
Walk alone sweetheart
Our hearts resting together
In peaceful love
A smile a kiss a song a gentle
Whisper,
We are forever in love….
“repeat often”
All is loss, when all are lost
Beyond reason and doubt we cling to life
Few sit and ponder the truth of frost
Hence reasonable doubt compounds strife
Few remain that let loose the reigns
When war and famine bring forth dark
Non understand the true power of fate
When its death that brings forth life with a spark
“reinforce often”
I cling to a loose understanding of life
I’m lost in loss, understanding nothing at all
The gift we all share, yet from it we hide
How is it we live and yet are destined to fall?
Under the covers, like babes of kangaroos
Dark is a man’s soul who listens not to children
Its darkness we love when truth seekers are few
The light is forever lost when non revere women
“invoke often”
Kneel before him, the great I AM
Lay your love and life for her, mother of all
Worship his image and likeness in your life span
For she is the miracle in which all are in awe
Meditate on his wisdom so you can learn truth
Dedicate your life to her and be without doubt
He is not above or around, for he is you
She is the essence of your soul, which is within and without
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