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Understand Come to the time of summers long dream when I was young let me take your eyes into mine, listen with your heart to the song sweet cascading rain bringing   the thousand frogs singing in the warm sweet night hear the deep high wind, warm of off the Gulf of Mexico I am with the rain now sleeping wrapped in Navaho wool beside the river Styx the warm rain wraps it's arms around   while singing to the running river dawn is sweet realization I am free traversed over to the creature world allowed inside the mystery garden now to have new eyes   to walk just beside the world of man try to understand the asking prayer for communion with the sky in harmonic union with the living creation dancing in the sun the circle dance of the ancient ones come live beside the river deep cold water, lazy tree leaning out over sleeping there in the sun the fishing hole is never an empty dinner plate quiet river camp home at the end of a long forgotten dirt ro

Life of a Con Life IN Porverty IS NO Good FOR Nobody It’s like a convict that’s getting old Life in streets is no good for nobody. Good when you are high and bad when you are down low Treat her bad and she will treat you right And treat her good she is pain Life is never simple But a labyrinth of choices and confusion Choices Choices are illusions that seem to flitter here and there Is there free will and no strings attached? Though it seems We are all playing our roles in this play And we play them too well I was once innocent like you A dreamer A lover A man of Peace Until life happened But I needed to live I needed medicine for my daughter I needed food for my stomach I needed A Way Out Was I wrong to do what I had to do? Convict Such an ugly word Derogatory Deprecating As life unfolds you will learn to see meaning Meaning in my words Meaning in my choices If I had any Because my friend I would have chosen better If there were better choices

Story Trees Tricks in your eyes stolen and written with autumns wish Tricks buried in a face full of mischief That summer can't wait to play with Wispering secrets to a childhood friend buried under faery wings The rascal hides inside the child....until ....childhoods end Trouble awaits its order at every corner...in her eyes And so....magic runs out from age nine, under your feet and awaits its return in some other childs pocket in memories swept under fallen leaves from the trees In which they played.                                                           by Luke Story

The Soothing Breeze of Hope Hope is believing life will improve, seeing here and there amelioration, choosing the wildest dreams to approve, holding on firm to aspiration. Finding old friends and rekindling the flame, trusting that all will turn out alright, making a speech and receiving acclaim, knowing the future will always be bright. Hope is the soothing breeze on your cheek, assuring of warmer climes on their way, the calming vista as you reach every peak, previews of the mountaintop display.                                                                     by Fiona Pimentel.

Long Poem For Peace (PT2) D on't tell me I don't know I am awake I am here to haunt you dead child cold blue child dead destroyed baby girl shrapnel blue deep pits above her eyes a hole in her face and an arm gone ragged don't tell me any thing I am awake this isn't an idea the fires of hell are kept lit by you fools you know who you are but you did not count on me I will stop you now In this early morning hour I know I will tell no one I will sleep and gather into a force of truth afraid beyond words young and dead no lover's arms to return to only you standing at a marble headstone I wont leave you alone the chopper settled in the gooks nest high as a kite the air was bath water the smell was gasoline and swamp it was fun incoming was buzzing but the tie sticks and beer took the afternoon just hit the ground in the raging dust empty the clip run stumble and fly into the shade the world is pounding, one big heart beat still

Long Poem For Peace (PT1) So I wonder what is the task this time ? who am I ? You will see your world is of dreams rambling realities comprised of wishes and curses a thousand thousand killers -all painted up dandy dancers in religion philosopher's power slaves I am an animal man-creature now shape shifting into your world awake You will not know me You will not see or understand, just a stranger another mental case you will say a ragged child of sand and wind I can clearly see the lies you believe so many explanations told as truth to the child who grows not knowing the questions are not answered and instead carrying a bag of lies and fairy tail awake, yes I am awake I tried to stay at rest but once too often I was disturbed I had to shed my sleep and my skin all of you have awakened me all of you with your noise clambering, ranting, spitting hate drizzle I am who are you mad men underlings ?those dancing, howling, midnight dark dreamers, suns

Possibility (PT 1) It could be, Timing and coincidence, Nature of all being, The subtle perseverance, It could be, Tilling the water, Unnecessary action they see, The hard pebbles of fresh water It could be, That the feeble stance, A week justice is will receive, Exasperatedly shaking become a dance It could be, Hibiscus becomes thorns Gladly will I sting like bee? Perhaps on this turn I shouldn’t run It could be, The Yellow leaves my heart saddens, This time a green future I again hope to see, In all times my heart gladdens. It could be, As it is, The joyous moments are here, Victory like that of Alexander the great! Tis joy and love! Tis goodness and peace.                                                                         by Cara Faith

Look Fear in the Face It’s time to look Fear in the face and grab him by the neck, that bully who reduces you into a nervous wreck. He fills you with self-doubt, but you should know that he is lying, when all the while, down deep inside him, he’s the one who’s crying. It’s time to befriend Courage and invite her out for drinks, She’ll be quite clear about that scoundrel Fear and how he stinks. So let her be beside you when you come to meet with Fear. You’ll find she’s very calming and it’s good to have her near. Miss Courage will stand up for you when others are judgemental, and she's the one who'll cheer you on to reach your full potential. In cases of attachment, she'll assist you to let go; and with respect to discipline, she’ll teach you to say no. Courage won’t abandon you in times of hesitation even though some days you re-assess your motivation. Now she'll replace bravado with the truest bravery; and soon you’ll find you’ve been set fre

         Wide Screen        Technological wonder wide screen surround sound exploding fireball entertainment sexy dream girl brooding gun kissing man with earrings pretty boy dangers multimillion dollar fantasy of equilateral nonsense a real concern of  the illusion saturated gray matter house zombies caged by a distortion of perception needs to be upgraded to the sands of the Sudan blowing down off the dunes in the howling wind racing across the ground wind rivers of biting searing streaks of fire a deep yellow haze of death one hundred and thirty degrees hot sweeping down on the camp of reality ripping and shredding ragged tents swirling around children to weak to cry, to thirsty for tears curled up inside the mothers wind shadow her back bloody raw  to the bones from the razor wind thousand huddled helpless put that on the wide screen for an hour and sixty minutes                                          by David Wetzel