By Melanie Rae
I watch the branches sway in the wind.
Never broken… only allowing to bend.
I take in this lesson with vigor,
Forgetting a tree is not human.
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By Jerry Badessa
Drowning in murky waters, trying to survive by staying afloat;
I cry out…God throws a lifeline. The clouds open as a smile
appears on my face. The clouds depart with my sorrow. As the
falling leaves that hang heavy with iced dew. Every Autumn
brings me pain. Praying the gladness is still in my heart. Deep
as embers that will one day burst into Flames of Freedom.
Longing for the joy of outside fragrances that rise outside…
wild grass, green and misty. A sick man’s house has no wine to
warm him. Only his dreams found on the pillow, for nowhere
else do they exist. Even in my dream world I can feel them,
empty and awake. For even in my waking world, they have
disappeared. If only I could alternate my Dream World with my
Waking World, then I would not have to loom in which is Fantasy,
or which is Real.
By JoAnn Dyes
We begin
As starlight and moonbeams
We grow
To flesh and bones
We age
With sunshine and wisdom
We depart
As ashes and stardust
By Amanda Luce
The tears fall gently down my face
As my heart steadfastly begins to race
He smiles warmly speaks words so kind
That calms my fear eases my mind
His lips so soft as they press on mine
And sends little shivers up my spine
He does small things that make me laugh
He completes my heart he’s my other half
Alone I’m empty with him I am whole
We are one heart we are one soul
I push others away and pull him near
So my heart remains whole and does not tear
By Chris Tibedo
Pulse
And another
Quicker and quicker
Pulse, Pulse, Pulse,
As words are spoken
As words are yelled
As words are screamed
Pulse
And another
Quicker and quicker each pulse beats
The feeling of each pulse strangles me
Feeling
Feeling like each pulse is killing me
Feeling like
Like my soul is drained
By Stan Kapelewski
To Gro, consider what this may mean… an opportunity for imagination, knowledge, adventure, and the experiences of our lives to meld together; a situation whereas the mind, body and soul unite to become an entity of their own.
In this relentless world that we exist in, knowledge plays a key factor in all our own “Separate Realities.” By correctly applying the knowledge that we acquire as we advance in our chronological age, knowledge then matures into wisdom. Continue reading ‘Time to Gro: A conceptual and metaphysical voyage of the mind’
By Chris Lewis
Can Hesperus be forgiven? I asked.
Would the Everything’s lose their meanings?
Did mankind ever stand a fighting chance?
Up to the sky I turned; doubt on my mind.
Then, I raised my weary eye and I asked:
Can Hesperus be forgiven? Can he?
Punished for bringing light to man,
Exiled to the final ends of the land.
Chased to and fro while he carries our blame:
For the ten thousand sins of all mankind;
For leading all the macabre massacres;
For his temptations and tribulations.
In the end, have we not been giving choice?
How so… Hesperus can be forgiven.
By Francisco Colber
Section 2: Sympaths
Chapter 2
We began to traverse into a forward chamber, catching a glimpse of the Advisor as he hurried along with several other crewmembers. The Briffian advisor, being also a Sympath, turned and looked in our direction.
“Go on Ciia, do not attempt to communicate with them—remember our
protocols.” Continue reading ‘Into the Chrysalis’
By Jenifer Bleecker
I remembered fondly
Before time moved on
Emotions that caressed me
Like the supple summer breeze
The harshness of our winter
Did not creep in today
Only the beautiful colours of our fall
This blanketed my heart, waiting for spring
Those days seem so long ago
I thought they’d never end
Perpetual misery
Now they are but a whisper
Everything I thought I knew
Today, has been replaced
Moving beyond who I was
To become who I need to be
By Carolyn Schwartz
We grow older every day
Each in our own special way
Some sow happiness where they go
Teaching others what they know
Some stop growing very soon
Let their world grow out of tune
Becoming angry as they age
Finding their body a wrinkled cage
Their misery they spread around
Complaining is their only sound
But those who will stay young and give
Their days will bloom as long they live
By Lance Ellis
With nothing to do, I have to get up at 5am!
Homeless…
No place to go…
Nothing to do…
Why do I have to get up so early?
Put out in the cold ‘til at least 6pm.
The staff person has nothing better to do…
…but go home to a house?
…complain about their day?
If it wasn’t for us (homeless),
they would have no job!
Point us in the right direction?
HELP US, DON’T HOLD US BACK!
It is much less complicated
to work than to be homeless!
Oh well, if not for the homeless
some would have NO WORK!
By Amanda Luce
Many people say that the truth will set you free
That’s not always true so I am who I wanna be
I have pain and I have hurt but most of all is the fear
The fear itself is way too much not something I can bear
I sit alone with my fear and the pain
My tears fall down mingle with the rain
The pain it hurts it rips me apart
And breaks my heart part by part
My tears are there they fall real fast
They don’t go away throughout the day they last.
By Melanie Rae
Ruffles and pretty pink lace,
roses in a fiery vase of passion.
Antique porcelain faces,
melting beauty of perfection,
ageless…
senseless…
Perfection in graceless invention.
A Serialized Novel
By Francisco Colber
Section 2, Chapter 1
Our Sympathy
Eventual destination was somewhere on the edge of our own spiral galaxy, a socially hostile planet named Earth by the inhabitants, many thousands of light years from Zzol. But as we neared the starry edge we spotted what appeared to be a row of starships dead ahead.
They were traveling in the same direction that we were: we had caught up to them. The primitive shape of their hulls gave them away as Post-industrial. The shape was key to properly assessing their technology prowess—more advanced races usually traveled in spherical craft and could only be detected whenever they accelerated or decelerated from subspace. Continue reading ‘Into the Chrysalis’
By Linda Paige
Life has so many twists and turns
No two days are alike
One day the sun is shining
The next day it is cloudy and rainy
One day your mood is up
The next day it may be down
All I know is people are hurting.
The tears fall fast and the tears fall hard
The leaves are falling, the birds are singing
All I know is people are hurting.
Some days there is so much to do
So many people to see
Oh my…Oh why…
All the people are hurting
In the midst of all the hustle and bustle
No matter what
Take the time to see that
Everywhere people are hurting
Hear their cry
As another day goes by
All I know is people are hurting
Everywhere people are hurting.
By William K. Harter
Oh, fleeing fawn far in the field, have no fear of me—
I love to laugh, to lounge, to look, here in your locality.
I harbor no harm nor hurt, nor hesitate to leave it in harmony
I behold the birch, the bees, the buttercups, the babbling brook,
Enjoy exploring—even to linger, listen and have a look,
And be with bluebirds—free birds—not bound in a book.
I’ll spy on singing sparrows, see the hungry, hopping hare,
Will wallow in your wild woodland, and with you, the warm wind share,
Then I’ll leave your land alone—like I found it there.
By Silent Lotus
When
The orchard
Of your dreams
No longer bears fruits
Listen to the blossom of silence
Hear the vastness of the still ocean
Feel the peace of no leaves in the breeze
Touch the freedom of no illusions
And see that your signature
Reveals not a face or a name
As the climax lacks thunder
For divine light is gentle
And the silence
Is pure
By Estelle Goulet
Not for me the rich man’s dreams
That craves strong drink and party
And bawdy living, far from clean
That soil both mind and body
But rather blessed with simple joys
Far from the cacophony of noise
Where talents spring like golden toys
To serve and gladden daily toils
I like to see the larks at play
And stroll through gardens bright and gay
Attuned to night winds,
What they say
To solve the riddles of each day
Clear thought from quiet solitude
Relaxed and kindly attitudes
All come from good clean living rules
These can be man’s most priceless tools
So let me work with good intent
To end each day with rules unbent
That brings the purpose and the strength
To fill my life with good intent!
By David Eisenberger
Hope: It’s having a strong belief
Knowing that there’s a God in Heaven
It’s when you get another chance
Even if you have been condemned!
Hope: It’s a faith in humanity
Even when it seems like all else fails
It’s feeling the beauty of surviving
Victorious…fighting by tooth and nail
Hope: It’s in understanding all wisdom
When you realize the mistakes are gone
When you can teach needed knowledge
That’s when your Soul’s been reborn
So take a good look at yourself
Never think that you’re at the end of your rope
For you’re not alone, you’ll make it
Remember, you’ll have to have Faith & Hope!
By Amy Kim
Take the waves then put in your hand
Or try to get a heap of sand
The thing left is the rightful one
Then true friendship from there has begun.
Buy some new things and modern stuff
Sometimes you get the genuine or just bluff.
In the journey of life, it’s really tough
But remembering a friend will make you laugh.
In a foreign land where great things you can find
You often go out and unwind
The glitters of the world can make us blind
We sometimes forget the ones we left behind.
Days may pass and time will fly
We always say hi and sometimes goodbye.
But I am sure that you can’t lie
When you miss a friend you sometimes cry.