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| "Can He Love?"
Jasmine smoke dancing from my alter wreaths the planes of his sleeping face stretched out naked and shameless as a warrior god on animal print sheets oceans of a lions mane covering the pillow in rough silk. Can you love.. this twilight soul still fresh with darkness..deep full of mysteries? Your Celtic Night haven breast of a witch where you press your weary face and the world disappears in a violet sea of sandalwood flesh.. copyright 1999 Garnet J. Marie |
| "Release" ........................... Beads bounce at my feet in slow motion only to rise mockingly as if they could recapture their well worn position at the hollow of my neck. Slowly their rebound subsides into tiny leaps. They roll out of sight beneath the chair where my mother never sat. Tears that strangled my throat rain to the soft pine floor. They don’t rise to taunt me but splatter into stars. copyright 1999 * soulsprite |
| "Palentine and Erswhile" Keep coming coming. Taking Jo and Salestone by the Nowsthetime And wisking them off To NeverNeverland. Take me So slowly, Take me to there. Where? Just there and not here wherever It seems. Seal me a spillfissle, care Me a constroat. There you go, Now float. Falseteeth and fairhair Kiss me so slippy. Falling and further to Family feasting. Centepedetoothbrush Can come along too but, fatherly Funderbrush eludes the loud few. Pedagog-ogy and lookingsofine Sit at the bar drinking some wine. Gloatsallyearlong asks for a spit and Nonetooarrogant begs for a sip. They fibble and funder both torn asunder And john coltrane;AloveSupreme Echos through the apartment. copyright 1999 * Steve Pearson |
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| "Balance"
King father On his throne Spews my faults From whiskey lips Points a finger Shakes his fist Take a pill Too numb to feel Balance Drive through town Listen to sounds Pass by holy ground Can't go in Sorry friend Guilt ridden sin Take a pill Too numb to feel Balance At the crossroad Life or death Razor sharp memory Slices to bone Mind cries Just leave me alone! Take a pill Too numb to feel Balance |
"Dream Walking"
love that bound my wings against freedom's exploring flight the moon and stars blare at me through the shadows of darkest night the sweetest songs echo of things that I once knew across the vanishing sunsets of life the memories bitterly blew a time that once beheld the mysteries beyond my youth lost all meaning to my heart once I lost all truth love became a savage beast ripping my heart to shreads silent screams of heartbreak left me holding to the threads dare, I let go? dare, I stay? freedom, but a memory forever, lost in today clutching to a hope that somehow a spirit keeps the moon no longer laughs at me when nightmares fill my sleep I walk along the river banks free, as the country breeze touch the yellow flow of daisy's and breathe in a sweet release but in the dream, I walk alone ignore the shadows of my breath and find my faith still sitting there while inside I freeze to death |
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I don't want to be a tumble weed having no roots to keep me to you some say it is romantic going from place to place from heart to heart to heart some say it is adventurous to go from place to place from bed to bed to bed some say it is a great life tumbling with the wind but I don't want to be a tumble weed having no roots to keep me to you copyright 1999 * Melinda | ||
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"Innocent Walk"
Weathered shoots of weeds fracture with a crisp snap, announcing my presence on an obscure dirt road. Fringe of Queen Anne’s Lace that edges the tattered border, curtsies in respect of my foot that toes this forgone place. Deterred by a rusty chain clasped between barren forms, creaking as a child’s swing swaying in the wind. Enticed to cross the boundary by pungent scent of pine sap, and bullfrog croaks tossed like a game of catch. A robin’s merry burble lilting like the flute of a piper, beckons me to shielded path tread in a glade of pine trees. Fervently a layer of goose bumps erupts swiftly across my arms, as I step over the portal to a place of child escapades. 04/19/99 |
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"Prisoner With A View" |
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That I might escape my drought and famine, I sought that great, fabled land of Beulah. But I’ve found myself, much to my chagrin, in the land of Sodom and Gomorrah. As Israel in the land of Egypt, I’ve become a slave in my newfound home. Crushed by the mighty false god I worshipped, I’m shackled now and the chains are my own. I’ve been imprisoned within these four walls, a beautiful view of the world beyond: what had once been mine before my downfall into the sin which holds me in its bond. I repent and I pray for my rescue, Lord, deliver me from my prison view. copyright 1999 * Uzi Johnson |
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If you believe dreams can come true And strength, in the end, prevails, That honor and loyalty still exist And pure love will never fail; If you're strong enough to fight your way Through a parched and arid land, But are searching for a similar soul To support and hold your hand; Your journey may have reached its end And your search may now be through, For you just may have found the one Who's been waiting a lifetime for you. |
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"She Makes Me Notice Flowers"
I view the glass as half-full, now. I think of open doors. Washed in sweet sensations That I've never felt before; My heart controls my actions, Love focuses my eyes. She makes me notice flowers. What forces make connections Causing these things to begin? From whence come the affairs of God, Or circumstance of men? Why are fresh beginnings born Of agonizing ends? She makes me notice flowers. South winds bring spring rains, Northers bring an early frost. A lover pays the price, well knowing Consequence, and cost. Yet, hope must always conquer Fear of loneliness, and loss. She makes me notice flowers. |
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| Moonstruck
Through your tremulous window, the moon gazed in, Pleased with her shining on the child she saw. From her staircase of clouds, she breathed on your skin, Painting her colors on your face without flaw. She blessed you with sighs and awe-filled your eyes, Invoking her loves and to be loved as she Is loved by the silence, the night, the storm rent skies Of clouds that weep o’er the vast, green sea. Yours are the men of ill-rest, the strong who are blest, Who seek for the goddess in your image replete, Those who are stunned by your shining, as I can attest, As I listen to silence and lie at your feet. copyright 1999 * Wes Hyde | ||
| Two Me
Could there be two A me and a you One that 's me Other you don't see Inside an angry child Outside a woman mild Can we be friends Not on opposite ends Nobody will hurt you My promise is true The bitter child inside She wants to hide Crying to me for sure How can I help her Outside you see me I only want to be A whole person complete When will the two meet As one so I can be Not her but just me copyright 1999 * Brenda Wise |
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"Caged"
Pacing like a tiger peering longingly from behind the steel bars, Static-white energy, Where can I release this tortured soul? Trapped. I have nowhere to run,which direction? I see my arm break through the glass, Watching the warm life pour from it like fresh honey squeezed from a honeycomb. Restrained. My body lies prone on the bed, My eyes unseeing as I see the nightmare approaching, Thoughts. They won't leave me alone! Silence.Quiet.Peace.. I beg for it,I grovel for it, Awaken me as I look inside myself to heal. copyright 1999 * Donna C. Hunter | ||||||||||||||||||
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