Feb 2nd

"Fairness "

By TRUST

"In all my life all my prayers have become one compacted Heartbrake cased into FAIRNESS. If it wasn't for tragedy I wouldn't have found decency, honesty, trust, good faith, decorum, true love as long as we got eachother.

They say even forever ain't forever, but for christina I'm prepared to die in the moment.

She is the factor God intended to fold just so I can fluctuate my old desires of  MELANCHOLY, WEARINESS, ANGUISH, HEAVYNESS, BITTERNESS, THE BLUES, A JAZZY SOUL, SORROW, ANGER AND EMINENT SOLILOQUY;

Into something like

THE LANGUAGE OF THE BIRDS, DELIGHT, PLEASURE, ECTSTACY, PEACE, LAUGHTER, WINE, MINK, SATISFACTION, FAMILY, PARTNERSHIP, AND A HARBORING COMPLEXITY THAT PERMITS ME TO GET PISSED OFF AND INSTANTLY SEAL HER SMILE OR STARES IN A INCANDECENT BRIGHTNESS I CALL THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE.

I KNOW THAT UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS A FATAL FLAW , YET I TOO AM GINNED TO BE WEARY OF THE SUN, I too HAVE SUPPED FULL WITH HORRORS AND WHILE NEPTUNES REVOLUTION CONTINUES AROUND THE STAR AND OCEAN'S CONTINUE TO BLUE MY IMAGINATION ; I'll keep WRITING A SENTIMENT.

FAIR AS FIRE IS HOT I'LL LOVE HER TILL THE END.

AFTER ALL THE MOST IMPORTANT GIFT A FATHER CAN GIVE HIS CHILDREN IS TO LOVE THEIR MOTHER.

 

Feb 1st

"ARSON"

By TRUST

"saw a glimpse of the past and still there i saw a dazling, resplendent, bewitching, radiant beauty that once drove me mad. years since, my part of that past is an empty amphitheater. a deserted coliseum, where i poured my rank and ruling over a thing that could never be. everything gone except the memory of denied appeal over a whimsical Arabian fable, an idiot in love at the wrong time with the wrong person. HER CHARMING FACE  BROUGHT REMINDER OF MILES DOWN A LONG ROAD, OVERRATED HOPE AND HOW EASY IT IS TO GET LOST IN DREAMS OF ARCHITECTURE, when it's Arson and a willingness to set every structure purposely on fire; starting with the love letter of a desperate boy traped in walls of wasted affinity. had i known beauty is like papers from my journals, i would have ignited every slow second of built secrecy and fear. with a BLAZING, FLAMING, BURNING ANGUISH I WOULD HAVE TURNED DUST AND ASHES THE LOVE I BUILT ON OBSESSION. agreeably all things eventually settles and the sands of any blunder in my book ends in peacefull alchemy."

Jun 3rd

Say I

By Cindy Lynne

Say I

I'm not hungry, I'm thirsty, so I don't eat

I'm not tired, I'm exhausted, therefore I stay awake

There are things I need to do, yet I do nothing

I desire to write, though I won't desire or write

I feel everything but I feel nothing

I bawl but I do not cry

I fall, yet I don't walk nor do I even crawl

Seems I'm pretty good at being, but, being, it seems I am

Some say life goes on and life says some

A few believe I'm mad, so, mad, I believe few

Another says don't be like this, so I don't be like another

One says accept it and I didn't accept that one, either

I keep asking for someone to hear, but I hear no one ask

This is now and now it is this

My heart aches and I ache for my heart

It really is this simple and yes simple is real

Her name is everything so everything is her

It was God's timing and it is God's timing

Even more, it is time for God

And I place these letters, just to say

I Love You God

And

I miss you Nana

Cindy Lynne Webster

Copyright 2015

Aug 29th

ENRAGED TRANQUILITY

By jeremiah crane
Sitting in tranquil perfection
watching the fires tear across my beloved fields
slowly picking at the back of my mind
only as my rage at the fires glow
piercing deeper leaving me blind
too blind to notice the flames crawl upon me
so savage this rage pain seems non existant...
Even as muscle contracts to the point of explosion
I felt only the fires mistreatment of my beloved
these quiet fields of peace I so often find
as the flame dies
smoke and ash tango in the wind now hollow
I seek out a point of  origin where blame can fall
to these eyes the truth stands in persistance
for a single trail is left behind
a line blazed deep in raw emotion
stretching out over a calm now troubled
as i now see I was the source of the fires
with the rage i forgot to leave behind
sitting perfectly tranquil
watching my beloved fields regrow...Paradox
 
Aug 3rd

Remembering Savin Street

By Tarringo Basile-Vaughan
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Remembering Savin Street

I can still see him playing ring around the Rosie
with life. But back then when he fell
he was afraid to get up because failure
scraped his knees of confidence too many times

and he was someone I use to know
sitting on the porch alone as he stared
out into the streets where courage played.
Silence stole his laugher
and no one wanted to hear his tears
as he cried in the recognition of his own heart
just wishing someone would listen
to the whispers of his pain.

I can still see him jumping for the branches
of the Cherry tree that was planted as the monument
of his strength.  Too many falls to the ground
so he stopped trying to climb to the top
because being knocked down would hurt to bad;
worse than he was already hurting.

And he was someone I use to know
as I remember Savin Street and how he was afraid
to release.  He had familiarity in his watered eyes
believing he could never reach limitless skies.
He was plastered on milk cartons of self worth
as a lost child until one day he was found
by himself and learned how to believe.
I can still see because he was someone
I use to know as in his reflective stare
is visions of who I use to be.



Jul 30th

Life

By Kim Wheeler
Hey you..yes you..grab that plate and then throw it on the ground

---ok

Did it break ???

---Yes it did

Now say sorry to the broken plate

---I'm sorry

Did the plate go back to the way it was???

---No

Now do you understand??? 
Jul 30th

Lovers Lane.

By Steve James
(It's been in debate recently in the UK 
care pathway towards death,with the family and medical team working towards TLC, some have said it is hurrying them along.) 



Its been in debate recently in the UK, 
care pathway towards death, 
I feel it Must not be something to despise, yet holding the hand of someone you love, slowly seeing their hand turning blue is never easy, it will not stop your tears from falling or stop your heart from braking, 
as I known painfully, however let's be honest, it's not about me or you, it's must be about the love one slipping away on a path managed by the nurses and family's with a heart and mind towards the highest dignity that can be awarded in their hours of need, death and anxiety often go hand in hand,
within a relationship I have spoken about often, palliative care was a way to say goodbye to someone who drifted from a confused mind to acknowledgment that she could not breath, so the last days of her life was in a managed physical state of sleep towards that eternal sleep floating slowly along in 
tranquility, hand in hand with love is much more loving than death hand in hand with pain,
The hand will not feel warmer, however the heart will know you sent her escorted along loves lane one last time.

Jul 29th

My Mother Kathleen

By Kim Wheeler
Fifty nine years ago today (29/07/1954) I was born in London, England..I was born to a mother who deserted me at just fifteen days of age...
Tell me a story Mother..sing me a song Mother...send me a birthday card or even a christmas  present mother.....hug me mother..kiss me mother... caress me mother while I cry in fear of the shadows in my bedroom mother..hold me mother..protect me mother from the bad people mother... dont leave me mother...please dont walk away mother...please dont turn your back on me and say goodbye mother...i am lost mother..i need you mother..i am alone mother..its my 59th birthday mother...i am still alone mother..I miss you mother...but i still love you mother and i always will love you mother... and do you know why i love you mother...
You alone carried me through the storms of abuse metered out by the ignorant and with no help to carry you through this pain, misery,fear and degridation of being a single mother...and the child you so gently and lovingly carried was not a perfect white for rascist Britain.. and knowing the man who seeded you... walked away...walked away from both of us forever...you never left me mother, you never abandoned me mother, you gave me the most important nine months of my fucking life mother..
I love you mother... today and every 29/07/ I have and always will rememebr you for doing what you could to give me this life....
xxxx
Your Son 
Jul 26th

LOVELY PAIN

By Wraithinthepen
Awoken in the summers morning glare
left to wonder why your still not there 
pale reminders of the chains that ensnare these dying petals
of a forevor blooming rose,while my nights secretly expose...
I  love it when i dream of you
as each scene leaves me black and blue
shadows of the moon that cut so deep
this lovely pain all i get to keep
the torture comes soft as lace
so once more i close my eyes to feel your embrace
so easily bleeding out to see your face....
Scenes of a lost life dreams cant replace
I remember carefully tending the fires glow
just to see the winter come to destroy each of the burning levels
leaving me with no more than the moonlights lovely pain
visions of you dance in and out of the  shadowsWRAITHINTHEPEN
 
Jul 24th

Turning my tears to gray.

By Streetside Poet

So many parts of forever I just don't understand. Like how a woman can hold your hear in the palm of her hand. Like how a man can be a man and still cry from heartache. Is a man still a man if everything about him just started to break?

 

Whatever I do, I promise to find you. Whatever love is I just let it walk away.

Loveless dreamers, those without answers. Tell me what love is and why won't it stay.

I'm the one that has love, baby if you need love. I just don't know what else there is to say.

 

If she was my world then in which world do I live? If I gave her everything then what's left of me to give? Letters and pictures, pointing their fingers. Telling me to find you. Turning my tears to gray. 

If I'm supposed to stand up, if I'm supposed to move on, pick up the pieces, then why haven't I moved in days? 

 

Whatever I do, I promise to find you. Whatever love is I just let it walk away.

Loveless dreamers, those without answers. Tell me what love is and why won't it stay.

Whatever I do, I promise to love you. Whatever we were I just let it break away. 

Letters and pictures, pointing their fingers. Telling me I lost you. Turning my tears to gray.

I'm the one with love, baby if you need love. Used to have forever but I just let it walk away.

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