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 Mar 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Early, this silent earth
in the stillness before sound comes
before the sky, the narrow line of light that forms
my ears not yet attuned to this world
search for noise, waiting for the first bird
then soon a chiming bell of birds
a cactus wren that comes to drink of sun
or deeply sweet, the air with mourning doves
that woo and coo before the dawn
a soothing balm, a bliss that fills my head
 Mar 2015
Amanda In Scarlet
She is six, and searching for answers to questions that she cannot yet ask.
Baby, I tell her,
There are things that are broken,
And people with hearts like hammers that are trying to fix them,
Bang! Bang! Bang! Build.
Sweet-souled strangers, tending this planets bruises,
Sharing in its peoples pain.
There are children without water,
Women half dead from bearing them,
People in fear for their lives for speaking of forbidden futures, believing in the wrong god, or no god,
Or worshipping the right god wrong.
Starvation, disease, segregation, genocide, despair,
Beings in agony; others angry, warped, with sad, distorted minds,
The symptoms of a sick and stunted world.
Baby, I tell her,
You will find words to frame the questions that right now I can see behind your eyes.
You are the daughter of a dreamer,
You are trying to find your stories,
Your heart will be a hammer,
Driving your words into this weary, war-fatigued world,
Bang! Bang! Bang! Build.
*It cannot be borne, it will not be borne.
 Mar 2015
Ariel Baptista
Seven days
Seven days repeat them
Repeat them over
One by one
Seven by seven.
Seven colours the sky smiles
Seven times seventy
And seventeen years
Seven levels of hell
And seven sins to send you there
Seven princesses
Sailing seven seas
And seven sea monsters to sink them
Seven lies and seven truths
Seven wonders
On seven continents
That I will never see
Seven dreams
On seven nights
Seven kisses
Seven kisses
Seventeen years
Seven stars and seven seals
Seven heads and seven hills
Seven trumpets
Seven thunders
Seven bowls of wrath
Seven years for complete cell replacement
And it’s been seven
Seven years of plenty
And seven of famine
(which are we in?)
Seven seconds to count down
Seven candles to light
On seven golden lampstands
7-Up and 7/11
Seven days
Seven days repeat them
Repeat them over and over and over
Seven years repeat them over
Seventeen repeat it over
Repeat it over
Repeat it over and over
Seven cells replaced in seven
Seven tears cried in seven
Seven out of seven
And seventeen years
Seven dwarfs and seven demons
Seven secrets
Concealed by seven lies
Seven torches we bear
Seven oaths and seven gemstones
Seven crowns on seven kings
And seven horns
And seven eyes
Seven plagues!
Oh, Lord seven plagues.
Seven spells for seven curses
On seventeen days
And the Seven Years War
In seven days I built myself
And in seven seconds I’m destroyed
Seven feathers fall to earth
Seven stars all align
And seven Gods stole my soul
Seven slaves owned by seven masters
Seven burdens
Seven burdens
Seven beasts
Seven prayers leave my lips
Seventy Hail Mary’s to save you
And seven angels
Seven spirits to seven churches
Seven sweet friends
That left me
Here’s what they don’t tell you
Seven lives mean seven deaths
And seven joys mean seven pains
Seven sisters mean seven funerals
And seven suns mean seven rains
And seven
And seven.
I’ve been stuck on seventeen
For an eternity
Repeat it
Repeat it over
Repeat it over
Seven
And seven
And seven
Teen.
Seven days
And I’ll be home to a house I’ve never seen
In a country I don’t belong to
And a language I can’t speak
And it’s all just seven
And seven
And seven
Teen.
I posted this one a while ago, but I've made some important additions and revisions, a heightened symbolism from the book of Revelation.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
Gold fused was this enchanted rose dagger
Its blade was thorns, infused with magic.

For it was united upon the wheel, upon the straw
Burnt words and whispers chipped at reality.

As the hilt blossomed and the Words spoke,
The book fell but the task was done.

And thus beauty that was created, for when
Used the flower fed, and the thorns drank deep.
It’s a perfectly golden day
she isn’t loving you less
no obstacle on your way
eating up your space

though fine on surface
you feel inside unrest
of a sighing emptiness
weighing on your chest!

There’s a wind blowing strong
no speck clouds the blue
your ears get birdsong
and you don’t have a clue

what stirs the ache
that finds no easy heal
but for you to break
lose strength of will!

The petals burst in bloom
crowned in sprightly leaves
yet shrouded in gloom
you wonder why heart grieves!
thread your way through,

place the ends for the birds.

they ask nothing.

sbm.
 Mar 2015
Sarah
When no one was looking
I touched a Picasso.

I  let my hand run
like water
over the hills
and the caves
the smooth
metallic
surfaces
that
spoke to me
from
across the room

And I imagined at
night
when this sculpture sits
alone.
With no orange light
of a candle
or hum of a tv
a blue screen flickering,

laughter or cigarette smoke

It's locked up and I am free.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
Signs were seen upon the sky
Constellations faded before the eye,
As each one disappeared from view
So those born were doomed to die,
And as the cosmos blinked
Light,
Stars,
Faded,
Became dim, then the stars did die,
And with the demise
Those born of that time,
Passed beyond,
For with the signs gone
Where ever they were
Death,
Demise,
Extinction,
Was at hand, with each erased
So were their lives,
As if stars exhaled, they breathed one last time,
As the stars did extinguish
Millions of tiny lights died,
Only the twelve signs were fading
Others stars still shone bright,
Capricorn,
Aquarius,
Pisces,
Aries,
Taurus,
Gemini,
Leo,
Virgo­,
Libra,
Scorpio,
Sagittarius,
They diminished till nothing
The constellations did die,
A world of many, became the few
But those born on the days of,
Ophiuchus,
They still stood
Never to die, as others had past,
And the Zodiac's died,
The serpent Bearer
He kept them apart,
Life
And
Death
But his struggle was eternal
For each was of just strength
For if one did for but a moment squeeze,
A balance lost, then each pulled apart
Venomous,  
Dark
Constellations
Light
For a moment went dark,
It would take Centuries
For light,
To struggle from
The dark,
And so it was from time past
For that time to come,
Births did only happen
Between the days
November 30th,
&
December 17th,
No new births out of this time
Many were lost,
Many lights shone on
Till that time,
When the constellations
Were once bright in the sky,
The thirteenth sign
Serpent bearer,
Would look over us all, the same and one.
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