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 May 2014
Jack
~

I have stood on aging avenues
watching walls crumble
while destiny’s debris
collects
at my feet

pieces of the past?

I have heard the laughter of babies
and the wail of the homeless,
opposites in a
straight line of
what is
and what might be

voices of the future?

I have stared into the portals of
left over meanings,
methodically
laid out to rest
on long tables
of bad intents

visions cast of shadows?

I have knelt before a dream,
clutching my chest
with indecision,
the pain
a reminder of my
fragile heart-
opened

memories of lost love?

I have cried
without a witness,
empty streams of
dense forgiveness,
requested of no one
and answered by the same

and nothing remains?
 May 2014
Jack
~

Soft sand, quill feather dreams float silently as
aquamarine emotions take me there
on tides of sapphire sea spray waves,
beneath sighing tiffany blue skies

“I sleep, so I may dream of you,
on wind swept wings, forever true”

Caressing my body as I slumber,
this sea, my warmth, my comforting wrap
keeps me safe in the glistening bounty of all that is beautiful,
while my mind ebbs to its melodic sound

“Solitude lulls me, on whispering waves,
singing the rhythm of warm summer days”  

My eyes now closed, still witness visions of aquatic peace,
harmony on polished glass, mirrored by a morning light
along crescent shores and weathered dune desires,
resting somewhere between the pages of this I keep

“Your poetry my world, if ever we’re apart,
touches me with splendor, so soft upon my heart”

Soon I shall rise with the sun, framed by green mountains
and terra cotta sands, to walk among the ermine white foam,
tracing my steps and following my every thought
of you

“This love, as any ocean deep,
*within my heart, for you I keep”
 May 2014
Jack
~

Reflections on a mirrored pond,
deer at play the fields
Clouds of wispy fortunes found,
O’ morning view doth yield
The sky O’ peek thy opal face,
branches touch thy form
Clean the air of filtered trace
*on summer days so warm
 May 2014
Victoria Queen
The secret between us is cradled within me. It whispers,
Holding hope. You are painted onto the canvas of my heart; you are the
Echo in the tunnels of my soul.

Sending me into a dream, you
Ease the storm in my ocean eyes. Every
Corner of my world is illuminated, and the
Racing of my heart is silenced.
Everything that was fractured, heals -
There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful.

Blessed with the ability to believe, I
Embrace my feelings; they comfort me.
There is fear in the heart of love, and I
Withstand the grips of doubt, to hold on to you. I will
Empty the hourglass; you make me feel
Everything and
Nothing at the same time.

Unaccustomed to you, my chest is full of chaos. The
Secret between us is alive – it breathes air into me.
 May 2014
Joe Wilson
He saw her sitting and took the chance
Of asking if she’d like to dance
She looked at him and he understood
This dance would be special, and then she stood.

And so they danced the light fantastic
Glides drew gasps at their gymnastic
For each had found their special muse
And dancing made their bodies fuse.

For hours they spun around the floor
And with each step they wanted more
All other dancers seemed to fade
As they danced on in their masquerade.

But when they finally stopped their whirl
There was no sign of his dancing girl
She was in his dreams as she was before
He suddenly woke and she was no more.



©Joe Wilson – The Muse 2014
 May 2014
Mike Hauser
the tighter

         you tighten the strings

                         the more feathers

                                        fall off her wings
 May 2014
Jonny Angel
The Earth is stained
with so much blood,
millions cut asunder
on the thunderous plains,
who endured
mountains of pain,
now lie buried,
under
the fields of endless flowers.

So God bless the friendlies & the foes,
the crusaders & the defenders alike,
who will be always together,
commingled &
forever at peace,
buried deep
under
the fields of endless flowers.

And for those still living in
such trying hours,
I will pick for you a single flower
& praise the rest
of them swaying in
the fields of endless flowers.

Be safe & Godspeed
my brethren.
 May 2014
Jack
Somewhere far beyond this faux grin I wear
lies the fault…in all of its lined fashion
Emptiness lingering on a sifted thought,
reaching for anything that resembles what we had

It appears on a thin white stripe, as a banner
of frightening horizontal access…merely a tap required,
and I freeze…wide eyed, glaring amongst holding pattern tears,
scared to death while revealing what waits…

There was a time when this occurrence
was that of a beautiful sunrise, a fresh cup of coffee
and my heart would skip a beat…now it stops, flat line,
daring me to breathe

As I read your words, over and over…and over again,
like a jagged line in the vinyl, spinning slowly,
bouncing back to the beginning, my eyes search,
longing for a phrase, a chance slip in the ink

Dissecting each italicized letter, I find
fonts of beauty delivering curlicue pain while
draping my heart with paragraphs of brocade fabric dreams
shredded and left out to dry…fading in the sun

Even looking away it still remains, staring back,
spelling out the fault…I see it and I hate it, for
like my faint refection in this lighted screen…
I recognize it…and it is me
I was wrong
 May 2014
SG Holter
He talked like a ******.
Walked like one.
Loudly assisting tourists in the
Line outside the bus.
My luck seated him in
Front of me. I answered
Evasively. Mentally begging

Shut up. Shut up.
I was tired.
I was hungry.

"Would you like a piece of pizza?"
He handed me a sealed
Bag. This close
His eyes contradicted his person.
Sober. Friendly. He smelled
Of aftershave and
Society.

"I shouldn't eat this, I'm working
With a Yoga project
To help addicts recover
Through meditation.
Should stay healthy. Been clean
For three years, though I
Know it doesn't seem like it.

I just love to talk to people."
I ate his pizza. We spoke.  
Squinted in laughter.
He cried like a girl when  
He saw Avatar
, he confessed.
"My sons still take the p...
Outta me for that.
I'm so glad they'll never

Have to go through
What I did. I'll
Make sure of
That for
Sure, for
Sure."

I usually write poetry
On the bus.
This Friday afternoon
I lived it.
 May 2014
Jack
~

Zephyrs breach this cobble wall,
gusts of morning glory breezes
swirl enchanting echoes about my weary mind
I reach for the top, pulling myself to my feet
so that I may see that which is calling
in wind swept phrases of poetic vistas…finding me

“Hallucinating?”

Breathless, I lean on moss covered stone,
weakened by mystic dreams and sighed fragrance
For the beauty which engulfs my sight
of lavender reaches in ribbon’d flow,
brush strokes of cocoa eyes smiling
now grasp my body, wrapping me in passion’d bliss…touching me

“Hypnotically”

“What magic is this?” I call out from the shadows
in wheezing of broken harmony
“I am love," she whispers as my breath escapes
Clutching my chest in fevered emotions,
wide eyed dimensions course my now beaming face
as all of life has bloomed within my being…and I fall

“Hyperventilating”

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