expressionless and with a stare that seemed alien
the driftwood form floated and tossed in the violent sea
not knowing where IT had been or where IT would finish
tossing and turning, relying on the forces of nature for guidance
direction towards land is more then IT could hope for
soon the chaos and turmoil of the sea stopped
was IT on sand or still drifting out there in the void
IT seemed to be motionless when a blurred image appeared
not being able to recognize what IT was
not understanding ITs newfound sensations
not realizing IT was using a sense of sight
was there more to this image that understanding would support
what is this occurrence
is this simple, is this another new unknown excitement
is this even genuine
soon, IT appeared to be lifting up, being held quite gently by something
or someone
IT was suddenly and abruptly raised up and all ITs new sensations ceased
what was this, what was ITs final feeling
IT had been found...!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 106

The sun rose out among verdant still hills.
High peaks, forests and earth stole their eyes away from this charade.
Strands of light refuse to illuminate me.
As the the play proceeds with divine authority.

Each bird is standing on its feet and spreading its wings.
Tigers brandish guns at their young, unaware of the anguish hungrily stalking behind.
And the men with hearts of black gold walk away with their heads down.
As we are all eaten away by ignorance.

The hands of fate stitch together a torn garment of time.
Embroidering its history of suffering.
But the answer to your questions won't be found in gods clothes.
There's a lot more suffocating water in this ocean than treasure.

But your heart withstood the weight of it all.
And its callouses grew over their shadows left behind.
But when it beats, I can still hear the screams
Of your abandonment.

No commitment
no devotion.
I'm like a boat on the
ocean with you;
tossed and broken by
the waves of your emotions.
Your hurricane is dangerous.
I'm heading for dry land.

Ode to those lovely heartbreakers
That bore into my chest and pull out my heart
To smear upon blank canvases
And birth these works of art

The sweetest intentions with bitter aftertastes
That weigh heavy so that words are pushed forth
Not questioning beautiful gold coated wrappings
But they in turn making me question my worth

Ode to those lovely heartbreakers
Their brilliance, their wonder, their tragedy
Who are deserving of words beyond words beyond worlds
And rushing tides of passionate misery

To taste would me both blessing and curse
To know, to attain, but to lose
But is the chance better than the rejection, the hurt
Is the question, but the answer hard to choose

Ode to the lovely heartbreakers
Whose names are etched on my heart, how it bleeds
Open sores that give birth through pain and loss
And unintentionally shaping parts of me

The saying goes that crime rarely pays
And I say love is therein it’s counterpart
So comes past charges of loving each and every one
And so the sentence comes: beautiful art

Living with this new found rage
I put this pen to paper
To release me from my monstered cage
I have the heart of an artist
This is what I feel today

The world is suffering
Children dying daily
Yet no one even blinks
The basic rights to living
Is to them but a distant dream
Money rules us
I honestly think this stinks
The rich live like kings
When others don’t have even but a sip to drink

We live like nothing’s happening
Do we not feel the killing
The worlds in turmoil
Or have we just lost all feeling
The result is chilling
The world is dancing
While others music
Bombs on their ceiling
The wrong keeps winning
Yet the world keeps spinning
Am I the only one that sees
The light in the world is slowly dimming
It’s sickening
Behind their masks they keep on grinning

Can you feel what I’m saying
or can you not feel my craving
This world is our end
Yet we just keep on giving
I dare you to open your mind
Instead of blindly blinking
The world is dying
Yet we just keep on sinking
We destroy everything
In the end who’s winning
These words I’m inking
Comes from a place where cold truth is living
It haunts me daily
Yet the rest just keeps on playing

This feeling on this page
Is driving me insane
Am I the only one
That feels the worlds screaming pain
I guess, to the rest
This feeling has become mundane
That’s a shame
Because in the end
You should be feeling the same.

Written by Faizel Farzee

We live in fear,
frightened it's clear.
We live in hate,
don't leave it to late.

A world in turmoil,
we slave and toil,
moments of violence,
breathing defiance.

Clock is ticking,
act without thinking,
live with regret,
never to forget.

ALesiach © 01/07/2017