The perfect heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared. "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?", they thought.

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you."

You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my
heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

Blend in, white skin

So alone you snowflake fall
I see you drop so colourful
My heart still in the tropical
Split up, contraversial, yet so wonderful

Heavy sad my heart does bear
Sweaty sandals I want to wear
Dear loved ones about whom I care
This is my experience. Unique. Rare.

Missing the flow
and the way things don't seem to go
Now adapting to a world white snow
Knowing I'll conquer this feeling so low

Blend in with white skin
my learnt values, holding
diversities molding
Roof above my head?
Who cares, cement..tin..

In my soul You have Your home
Gently settle in my dark unknown
Bring thy Light in that of stone
Straighten paths so wicked grown
Home is where my heart is
Filled with Your love. Never alone.

Listing what is now prior
Eased heart's what I'm longing for
Kindly going against the "I want more!"
On my knees, You I adore

Simple mind, keep it cool
I choose boundary, You rule.

Confetti

Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence Day
Tears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
It's thirty-five degrees
Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heard...said
My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
So diaphanous so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
She was so low tech
Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen caret nose rings
The children of elite
Are trying to be street saying
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up

Spelling Chequer

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong

Eye have run this poem threw it
am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

Music 'n Melody

Give me a beat
Break it down
Shake it loose
Freedom is what you need

Bust me a rhyme
Keep it locked
Bob your head
Rhythm man, is what you got

Split on the floor
Get up and go
Bounce it here, kick it there
Shake 'em dreads like you just don't care

Keep to the tune
Feel it flow
Get down, get low
If you've got the groove then let it move

Rick strongs jammin'
Drumset slammin'
Metal heads bangin'
Classicals dynaming

Step up the tempo
Techno got their heads all mental
R & B's got them sentimental
Inexplicable like everything experimental

Independant to be Indie
Al whirled up in your medley
Blues feeding te feeling sadly
That jazz taking me to places badly

Bob Nesta Marley says rasta,
should be deeper
Reggae vibes feeling like,
doing the Gully creeper



*Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.*
*Music is what feelings sound like.*

The sky laughs

The Sky Laughs.

Twice into the skies mine eyes gazed.
Thrice I look around and am amazed;
With curious eyes `nd sick surmise
My heart yearns for the sunrise
Sunrise and blue skies
With glitter lips and rainbow eyes
Where your sparkle flies
With sweet summerlies,
But still laughs the skies.

So shrill is the laughter,
Piercing than the chill of an alpine november.
Sending echoes and woes to souls that slumber,
Faint hearts herein impossible to number.
Vain skies, sickly sunrise...
How grave is thy despise,
How long will we wait for summer lillies?
Change soon your dailies.
But still laughs the skies.

The land is barren with brick and brair,
The undulating plains is now rare.
Soft winds are now dropt,
Forcing new life us to adopt.
But the scotching sun bites the melanin skin,
Making my flesh faint and leen.
Still i laze my gaze into the sky,
The ceiling under which i longed to lie.
But still laughs the sky.

Listen to the sounds from the underworld,
The sounds of ungerminated seeds
Propagated by inhuman deeds;
The saga is sure to outlive time,
Cause us to spend even our last dime.
Sounds, sounds of crashing forest trees,
Habitation of the honey making bees.
Laugh, laugh your heart out
And on the hilltops make your shout;
Maybe, maybe, you getting dumb!

By R.N. Fidanza & S.B. Officer

Crap

Crap it, snap it,
Or soon it will sag.
What am I doing?
Building a pedestal of morality,
Or facing off humanity.

Crap it, snap it,
Or soon I will fly.
But can my wings sustain the course?
Am I strong? Am I weak?
A must to formulate what I seek.

Crap it, snap it,
That none of us takes the blame.
Of searching that to be unfound
In free minds that are yet bound,
And stray in the abbys with no shame.

Time to crap it and snap it,
Out of the window it goes;
Now in the wind it blows
And so in my life that shows.
Tch! Tch! Will the show last?

Then let me crap it while you snap it,
Snap my fingers ‘til you say stop;
Our seats rooted at the top,
Far away from the common shop
Where fruits raise high
High in the sky to say bye!

By R.N.Fidanza & S.B. Officer