People wear their fear 
like clowns in make-up 
making up stories 
of righteousness 
and of morals 
when all I see 
is cowardice and 
twisted truths 

we have 
all but become 
followers of fear. 

the fear of death 
chooses our beliefs 

the fear of hunger and poverty 
finds us our greed 

and at times, 
the fear of loneliness finds 
us our love. 
clowns in make-up 
walking out of fear. 

By: T.Isaac (Rapture)

ANGEL

You were my angel,
I found comfort there.
And it's hard to remember,
A better time.

In the arms of an angel,
Safe from the stark cold world.
Warm and at peace.
Lost in a forever.

When I wasn't looking,
The storms arrived.
And confusion caught you,
on it's delightful wings.

Lost my angel..
to plights of self sorrow.
Standing alone again...
In this cold cruel world.

Wrapping myself in the warm cozy blanket,
of sorrow and mourning.
Hoping one day..
An angel will find the way,
Out of the darkness... to find me.

I can't remember a better time,
A more complete feeling.
A love more pure...
Than in the warm glow of an angel.

I'll just close my eyes..
imagine I'm back in the arms
Of that love so pure.
Safe from the dark cold world.

A world full of angels..
maybe I'll find another
Strong, pure and full of love.

Lost in that thought...
I find some comfort here.

By: T.Isaac - 03/13/99

Friendship Seen 

Friendship binds, 
souls in comfort. 
Spirtual enlightenment, 
in laughter and familiarity. 
Kindred parabonds, 
lasting through the years. 
Mutual understanding, 
beyond conventional perspectives. 
Strength and knowledge, 
shared in tender moments. 
Certain trust, 
known and unspoken. 

Always there with me, 
to smile when I have moments, 
cheering with me in personal victories, 
holding me up when I have fallen 
to tell me I'm silly and when I've gone wrong 

For all that you have given 
I am grateful ten fold 
And will be here for you 
where ever we are 
And when ever you need me. 

By: T.Isaac (May 30,1998) 

Life should be lived 
Not contemplated 
Love shoud be felt 
not analyzed 
A child's imagination 
should be explored 
not disciplined 
Life should be shared 
Not taken 
Love should fill that space 
you never knew was empty 
Life calls for celebration 
not a meloncholy 
way of passing time. 

Smell the flower 
that grows in the cracks 
Stand in the rain 
let it ruin your precious hair 
lift up those rocks 
to see what lives underneath 

Life needs to be lived 
not contemplated. 

By: T.Isaac (Rapture)

Did you find it? 

How cruel youve been 
to mock the love I give. 
Ive given you everything. 
My trust, faith and love, unconditionally 
And for that youve left me with 
a cold loneliness. 
You promised to always be there 
and I dont know where you are. 
You said my loneliness 
would be all but a memory. 
Ive never felt so alone. 

For a time you were 
the most wonderful man 
Id ever known. 
You filled my soul 
With love and warmth. 

And for some reason 
unknown to me 
Youre gone now 
no trace to be found. 

I put you on a pedestal 
Above all others. 
I guess I was wrong, 
just like them 
youve broken my heart 
broken my trust. 

Was I the fool 
to believe in you? 
Did you get what you wanted? 
Get what you need? 

Was I the sacrificial lamb 
to boost your egos spirits? 
I hope you feel the man now 
for crushing my soul. 

The sad thing is, 
for the piece of happiness 
you shared with me, 
Ill love you for all time. 

I hate you. 

By: T.Isaac

Dream Chacing 

Chasing dreams that noone can see 
The gift I have received from my love 
Sorrows is not what I mean 
it's pleausurable but yet frightening 
I really like the dreams i have 
Pleasurable and frightening 
I do need Love 
And tenderness is also what i see 
She caresses me 
and shows me the one 
I really like this state of mind 
The ones I get from Chasing dreams 

By: Ollem Olley

Touching Hands

I extended my hand into the darkness
Waiting to feel your gentle caress.
I wanted you to take my hand gently.
To feel your fingers gently mingle with mine

I waited in the darkness
My hand out reaching for you.
For a heart beat I felt all hope was lost.

Then I felt your breath,
and your lips gently press on my hand
I could feel a smile on your lips
Like fine silk on my skin.
I felt your hand holding mine. 
The first time we touch.

Nothing more sensual,
Than the touch of a lover.
So fine and attentive,
As if your very touch were passion’s own flame.

I closed my eyes and absorbed the moment

Breathless, speechless
And full of passion.

By: T.Isaac