S.O.Y. Save Our Youth...

Ever heard of an organization called: S.O.Y. Save Our Youth? Well they have just put together a book and it's a collection of poetry that speaks out about child abuse. Written by various poets, the collection was put together to raise child abuse awareness and inform people of the danger that comes with it. All proceeds from this title goes to the Save Our Youth Foundation (SOY).

The spearhead of this project is Author and Poet David Motte better known as Mr. Metaphoria. His mission to help Save Our Youth with one action at a time. In his words:

"SOY is foundation that advocates for abused children as well as fight daily to prevent abuse from happening. Please purchase to help a great cause, to move in the steps of helping in Saving Our Youth and on top of that read some really great poetry."

#FunFact:This book features Author and Poet Until, including many other talented poets. We shared poems for the cause. Will you support? https://www.createspace.com/7362346

#PoetrySavesOurYouth #DavidMotte #AuthorandPoetUntil 
#TogetherAsOneVoiceWeSpeak #IJustWanttoWrite #SOY

Madness

When did you become

her constant companion?

Was it when she was five

when her mother died and

she was sent away?

Did you join her

on that long train ride

sit beside her

hold her hand

tell her not to cry?

Was it then that you told her

you would always be

by her side?

When did she turn to you,

welcome you in?

Was it when she had no one,

nowhere else to turn?

Did you say follow me

I will take you away?

Or did you just stand there

and catch her

as she fell?

~Nina Anne LaFleur

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Art Of War "Street Canvas"

I'm Steady & Ready, I'm Suited & Booted, Got My Mind, Body & Spirit Loaded With Ammunition, I'm Ready For This War That's So Artistic & Vivid & Ruthless & Horrific, That You Can't Help But Be Interested, Amazed,Disappointed, Pissed Off & Worried Bout The Things That's Going On Around You.

You See These Streets Are My Canvas & I Am The Painter, But Lately The Boys In Blue Who Ride Around In Those White & Black Victoria's, Have Been Masquerading As Painters & There Gun Seems To Be There Paint Brush & Blood Seems To Be The Object Of Display, Left The Body Of "Mike Brown" Laying In The Street After You Stood Over Him & Shot Him Multiple Time, Now You Got A Mother Crying Her Heart Out Cause She No Longer Has Her Son To Hold.

So You Famous Now & I'm Sitting Here Saying "F!@$ Your 15 Minute's" Of Fame Cause Your Fame Has So Much Shame That It Over Shadows The Life Of My Skin Color, So Its True That "They Don't Really Give A F!@$ About Us" But I Promise That Black Lives  Matter. 

The Art Of War: A Black Man Woke In The Morning, Decided To Put On His Cameo Pants, Said I'm A One Man Army, Took A Picture & Posted It With The Caption That This May Be My Last Post, Said I'm a Kill Me A Cop Today, He Walks Out, Closed The Door Behind Him, Hatred On His Mind So Heavy, He Pulled His Gun Out, Let Off A Couple Shots Now Two Officers Are Dead & So Is He.

You See That, Karma Is A Bitch Rite? You See What Goes Around Comes Around, But Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right But It's Open Season For Retaliation I'm Screaming "Don't Shoot, I Can't Breath" But My Question Is Can You?

You See We Live By The Sword, But Die By The Gun, We Live By The Sword But Die By The Art That Were So Supposed To Let Art Imitate Us..

Yeah Our Imagination Is Something Else, But Reality is A B!@$%. #Spoken


~Brian Pritchett
(c) 2015

Author Until and her opinion on Copycats . . .

Dreams _ Again by Tracy Hand

Dreams

  are not a Reality

Real

  is not Imaginary

Life

  is Real

To live It

  we must Dream

  we must transform our Dreams into Reality

So they never become Imaginary

                      Again!

My Note to Tracy Hand:
 

I had a very heartfelt conversation with you and it stirred up emotions of things you tried or thought you'd put to rest. It also reminded you of the dreams you wanted to pursue, but somewhere down the line you forgot about them, but now remembering you must put them to the fore front, and begin again. I can't wait to see you transform the rest of your "Dreams into Reality."

Thank you for sharing this poem with me and allowing me to share it with others. This poem is more than beautiful.

~Until...

A Better Person by Until...

"Writing helps to keep me in perspective. It helps me recognize my wrongs, it guides me to do right. I can't live without it." ~ Until... (From my upcoming book in 2014)

I let my pen take a ride on the highest flight of my feelings

I let my pen take a ride on the lines toward my spiritual healing

Inking out perspectives and analyzing all of my imperfections

Writing them down one at a time, dividing them into sections

What ever impacts me, I find time to take notes

I then recap by reviewing what it is I just wrote

And I see that writing down my feelings is the perfect antidote

for me to become a better person

Until...

This poem is from the book entitled "I Just Want to Write!" and to pre-order your copy now, please visit my website at www.untilnomore.net.

Publishing date July 31, 2014

Release by Until...

"This is how I deal with writer's block. LOL!" ~ Until...
(From the upcoming book "I Just Want to Write!" this April of 2014)

I'm not feeling good

I can't get the pain to ooze from my lips

I can't cry--so I just sit

Waiting for creativity to hit

So I can take advantage of the outlet that I'll get

But I gotta' feel it

Believe it

In order to spill it

To release how I feel about my pain

Until...

This poem is from the book entitled "I Just Want to Write!" and to pre-order your copy now please visit my website at www.untilnomore.net.

Publishing date July 31, 2014

How to Love

Do you remember when Love was a mutual feeling between two people? 

But now it's more like, if you Love me, then I'll love you.

Or you say it first and then I'll say it to you.

People categorize Love as you do for me and I'll do for you

Tit for tat, if you, then I You have to, I don't But I'm asking whatever happened to your whole feelings in the situation? Oh me, oh my, I sigh
Because whoever said that Love had to be a routine and whoever said that Love had to be an order or an obedient command Whoever told you that Love had to be mean or anyone else that Love is a certain demand
I got lost about the definition of Love a long time ago Besides Love to me is not what you say It's an action that some people just don't know
I used to know Love once, but I dare not know it now It's been so long that I can honestly that I've almost forgotten how...
How to Love.

Beautiful (All of the time) by Until...

Dedicated to Brian O'Neal: (A poem to go with his song called "Mesmerized")

Hey everyone!!! Today was the first day that I heard this song and it made me feel so free, so beautiful and sexy. It made me feel at peace, but I guess that's the power of music and the beautiful

people who create it. I've fallen in love with this song and I just wanted to say thank you to Brian O'Neal for bringing forth that feeling that lives inside of me being free from all of the burdens that sometimes life can bestow upon me.

The sun is shining

and the day is as beautiful as a bird in the sky

I am in my, spaghetti strap white tank top and ever flowing white linen skirt

enjoying the fragrances of the field of flowers that I am standing in

barefoot while my toes flirt with the grass and the dirt

As vibrant, colorful butterflies constantly flutter by

I feel so sexy, so radiant, I'm so thankful to be alive

My eyes are lightened by the sun

I am really enjoying me

Enjoying all that God created me to see

Becoming one with every breeze

Happy to finally be free

To feed the swans in the lake

Interact with the ladybug on my hand

A blue jay on my shoulder and together we stand;

mesmerized, as we watch quietly the willow trees sway back and forth

Bringing forth the winds to refresh the land

of the ever blazing heat ~ I love how nature speaks

I believe that this is how life is supposed to be...

Beautiful (All of the time)

Until..

This poem was published in Pure Thoughts Magazine. www.purethoughtsmagazine.com.
 

My Words by Until...

*From my upcoming book "I Just Want to Write!" 2014: Pre -order your copy now, www.untilnomore.net.




 I want my words to last forever, eternity.

I want my words to never be forgotten.

I want my words to live through generations for generations.

Used as examples and given as samples

Used as references for explanations

Constantly used repetitiously, repetitive

Recycled through books and books at a time

Through past, present and all futuristic minds

And as they are being used it will be positive

For all who will read it and use it to live by

The words I once spoke and meant with all of my heart

Forever written to journey through lives

Until...

May God Bless You...

My house accepts no drama
And truly understands that God created Karma

So, in my house we live by the good and die by the good
We begin every morning with a prayer, as we should

You have to get yourself right;
before you can leave a message here
If you're unhappy with yourself
set a petition before the Lord and be sincere

And it is only until you begin to work on you
and change for the better
That then and only then we can
communicate with you and politic about whatever...May God Bless you


Until...

Begin Again

Sometimes we must go through
Big trials and tribulations before we can see

What it is that God wants us to see
Be who he wants us to be

Complications and situations make you
"Stronger" to bend but not break

To get you to give but don't take
Stop trying to do it yourself and
Give it to God when you pray

Leave your burdens with him
Don't worry about them

God has soul~control
On what will happen in the end
Regardless of your sin

Because he knows all
Believe it or not God is perfect with no flaws
So life can begin again


Until...

I Just Want to Write! by Until

I just want to write...
Grammatically incorrect
Grammatically correct
Have a cause and an effect

I just want to write...
Insert my soul in my pen
Smoothly ooze ink from my pen
Again and again
Share secrets with my paperPen and Paper are my two best-friends

I just want to write...

Capture my emotions within
Confess all of my sins
In many ways and many styles
Whether I write in a calmly or Chaotic fashion
Stand out and/or like Hennessey "Never Blend In"

I just want to write...
With enticement, with excitement
Whether I measure up to have poetry
And/or just literary license

I just want to write...
To touch and to soothe
To write is to ooze
All of my feelings
However I want to

I just want to write...
So when you read my book, enjoy it
Don't criticize or try
To size me up through the old/new
Great poets eyes

I write for me
I write for those who can see
That old and/or new
Newly inserted or deleted rules
Doesn't matter to me, honestly
I write poetry because... I just want to write

*From the upcoming book "I Just Want to Write" 2014   www.untilnomore.net
Pre -Order yours now. :)

Books by Until

Hard bounded and paper back

Books, books, books and more books

Gracing the wooden shelves beautifully

Displayed for your eyes to gaze and look

At the categories by the masses

Titles imaginatively vary

Awaiting you, to be bought, perused, admired and used

at the bookstore, cafe, online and especially the library

Until..

Coca Cola by Until...

"Coca Cola is my favorite soft drink. This is my way of celebrating the taste!" ~ Until...

It feels nice-cold in hand

Dripping with water drops

Can't wait to pop the top

And let the friendly bubbles jump out to greet my nose

while at the same time tickle my lips

As I anxiously take a sip

Of this chocolate brown substance with acidic greatness

To titillate my taste buds and arouse my tongue and throat

Gulp, Gulp, Gulp...

What? It's all gone?

Aw man. I need another coke!

Until...

Impact by Until

"A snippet from my poem Impact" ~ Until...

You are insanely missed

No longer does my world encounter bliss

That you once provided me with

An impact so great

That it left me only to dream and wish

For you to reappear and once again exist

(Sigh)

In my intimate scenes, just you and I

Until...

On Guard by Until...

My life is so conflicted

Sometimes do to self infliction

And making bad decisions

Turns out to be great mistakes

Now I got to start all over again

Confused and don't know where to begin

Trying to tie up my lose ends

I want a clean slate

Life is long with many hurtles

Don't know if I'm the rabbit or the turtle

My life needs to be in a new position

So that I can move forward with my dreams and missions

Yes, I'm on my way

My life lessons keep me humble

Because I often make many fumbles

I need strength so I won't crumble

Because life is so hard

Now I can say my eyes have wisdom

I've gotten adolescence out of my system

I'm a solution cause I've fixed them

Now I'm on guard

Until...

Wherever it may... by Until...

I'm inspired by fresh air

The softness of my own hair

The moles that are now appearing in their rightful place upon my face.

The changes every couple of years that my body, mind and soul seems to make.

The desires, the dreams and ambitions that magically appear in my heart and mind

everyday.

The many hats that I seem to be given by life which pertains to the varied roles on a daily I play.

The many dimensions of me that I am and others think I portray.

The words that come out of my mouth or that I write down to inspire myself and others to say:

"You've helped me, you've inspired me to do my own thing an walk my own way."

The visions at any moment and anytime of day,

on the screen of my mind that microfiches on display

I'm inspired by the positive and negative flows of life, wherever it may... lead me.

Until...


**This poem has been published in Brutha Magazine 2014. 
www.bruthamagazine.com