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AWEN ONLINE, Issue Five - "Love"
Love is a fortuitously apt theme for what might, possibly, be the last online instalment of Awen, as producing it, like everything I have produced, has been a labour of love. Of course, it might not be the last... if I get enough people visiting the site - so tell your friends, put a link from your website, put the address at the ends of your emails! But, regardless of the fate of the electronic version, the paper-based version of Awen will continue to appear - just send a stamped, addressed A4 or A5 envelope (envelope and IRC, if overseas) to receive the latest copy. And, in the meantime, why not email me with your thoughts on this issue, and the other four - I might just print your letter in The Supplement!
                     Very best,
                                      DJ Tyrer
Innocence
By Nick Armbrister

Across the gulf of reality I am pulled
towards you like a comet towards the sun.
To oblivion or salvation?
You, just an image in my mind's eye
becoming a prescence in my heart.
Yet we have never met. Will we ever?
Turn words into a life-state, me and you
into us. We want the same, so what have we to lose? Only innocence.
The River
By JP Brown

the river runs wild
the river runs true
the river of my love
runs into the sea
of you.
Flowers
By Ian Sawicki

Your body fell towards the
earth's dark soil,
skin flapping in the wind
as life abandoned laughter.

Silence -
where breath
used to make music.

Stars wept time across
Heaven's sparkling ruin,
last words painted echoes
on stretched imagination.

Emptiness -
filling the space
where we loved.

Photographic memory
tear up snapshots,
negatives sweep positives
into the darkest room.

Sorrow -
feasting upon
the fragrant tears.

Hope screams wingspans
of desolation into the nest,
until death do us part
mocks the closed eyed rush,.

Flowers -
decayed now
decorate this man.
Embrace
By DS Davidson

Two pairs of arms entwined in a Mobius Strip
Of ecstasy and pleasure; unending embrace
As two souls, two bodies, become one unique form.
Waiting On A Whisper
By David Woods

Entrenched in traffic, smoke suffocating my brain
Trying to hear
A whisper
Thundering juggernauts, rushing motorbikes
Belching their smut, blocking out
The sound
Through the disseminated chatter
Of a thousand stiff suits and their monotones
I strain to hear
Your whisper
My Little Love
By Jean Bramhill

My little love always makes me high
he wipes my tears whenever I cry.

My little love is such a dream
his love is like rolling stream.

My little love is just like a fire
that warms me all over with so much desire.

My little love is just like sweet wine
when I need a drink he's there all the time.

My little love is loving and giving
he makes my life so worth living.

My little love shines as bright as the moon
when he smiles he lights up a room.

My little love is mine all mine
to have and to hold till the end of time.
Aron
By Aeronwy Dafies

You seemed like the world to me
The be all and end all, as they say
Giving meaning to my life
But now you are gone and I find
The world keeps turning without you here.
Suicide Mind
By Bryan Harrison

As the pavement draws near, I ponder my dead, if the decision I've made is the right one
Or should I have tried, maybe broke down and cried, for some sympathetic act you might have done.
I see to the right, flying my suicide flight, a family out enjoying the sunshine.
Could that have been us, holding hands on the bus, reminiscing on tales and fun times.
I gaze to the left, on my descending guest, at some girls playing tag in the playground.
Would our children have been, full of laughter and dreams, if I'd stayed on the building safe and sound.
But none of that is important, these are meaningless thoughts... and my decision to jump has been made.
Will you have been worried, when my body is buried, what image of you this portrayed.
Or will you have cried mock tears, then confirmed my worst fears and gone back to her house to get laid.
For My Part
By Andy Botterill

I love the way you don't put your arms around me.
I love the way you don't text me back.
I love the way you ignore
a phone message I've left.
I love the way you no longer initiate
a hug, a kiss or even sex.
I love the way we no longer do things together
and you don't seem to care
if I'm there with you or if I'm not.

I love the way we go out separately.
I love the way you no longer say you love me.
You did once. You've forgotten.
You used to say it all the time,
but memories are short.
If you said it now
you'd no longer mean it anyway.
Empty words are pointless.
For my part I wish I could just turn back the clock
to what we once had
and put whatever went wrong right.
Obsession
By JP Brown

love is like a star
unobtainably far
yet love is right here
whenever you are near

love is like a madman
simultaneously happy, sad and
seriously confused about
this macabre carousel

love is like a dream
which is not what it does seem
love it is a vision
of the beauty of your face
Please
By Andy Botterill

Let's make this a new start,
a place of happiness,
not a place of argument,
a place where both of us
can live and breathe
and express ourselves
in whatever way we choose.

Let's make this a beginning,
day one.
Erase the memories
of all the torturous yesterdays.
Let's show care and consideration.
Let's be mindful of the other's needs.
Let's do what we can.
Let's start again.
Please.
Thank you to everyone who has taken part in Awen Online - I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have!