What Lingers Inside

From the treasures of youth that brightens

one's soul, where happiness flourishes due

to much forgotten worries and much received

love. This is what lingers inside.

And like the sun setting on hazy skies, time starts

to cast it's shadows on the faces of the youthful. Earning

respect takes over one's heart, dimming the joys of delightful

spontaneity. This is what lingers inside.

Respect from your upbringing, which one

believes is true and right, will only endlessly

bring pressure. A pressure so strong that

it can make a man weep. Yet a pressure that must be weak,

for the same man can hide it. A soul filled with love without

the self-confidence to define it, this is the breeze of sorrow

that brings one to their knees, a breeze not strong enough to

knock down the wall that is hiding them, but

strong enough to paralyze the goal to self-love, like a struggling

nightmare that holds on to your frightened body, never letting

you wake. This is what lingers inside.

-Hate Cycle-

An eye for an eye

An ear for an ear

Eventually

We can't see

We can't hear

Chain reaction

An action of fear

The chain has an end

That end is near

Burn all your bridges

Close all your doors

Hate everyone

Make everything yours

See where that gets us

Just see how far

It's us that hurts us

It's just who we are

Ut Vidi Vici

Golden ages crashing through space,

past turning dials and death's feminine wiles,

throwing off dust and a fascinating taste,

from my mind's inner sanctum stares a timeless face;

lake of fire fill my tomb,

away to hades in fragrant gloom,

forever steals time from the reaper's grip,

away, away, the serpents slip;

under all the matrix glistens,

toward perfection matter travels,

without the One it all unravels;

infinity ever drawing so near,

day loves the blazing orb that speaks,

into his rays Horus whispers,

victorious scribe of the solar tribe,

is all mapped out and set in stone?

Christos calls in many guises,

infamous herb dancing in the wind,

all but the initiate say we sinned,

mind only opens to unknown light,

the muses winked and mischievously grinned;

string of gems in praise to It,

truth encased by Thoth thrice great,

I see the point of perfection which lies in wait.

-0-

Lines of black and white

Running through the void of the mind

Such a deep expedition

Yet no one has ever accomplished

The lies and hatred find another route

They always find a way to the heart

Follow the trail with the broken pieces

With A red tint you will find your way

The sun sets fast but that’s ok, you got a flashlight

The red of the trail glows upon your face

I don’t think there is anything more beautiful.

At the end the night sky filled with stars becomes visible

The waving in the night sky

With the full moon and the clouds on vacation

Lie down, watch the animals go by

The wave you sit and watch

Your eyes piercing even the thickest armor

Here is where it lays

Lays forever

In the thick of the fog comes the trail from a broken heart

Pick them up and watch them find the way to their owner

Trees glow green and soak in the sunlight

In the forest of dreams

Sonnet 55

If I don’t know, I don’t know

Surgical investigation and treatment are urgently required

He falls asleep and can be aroused only by a constant supply of information

But let us return to whence we started

Done by either grouping the related god figures together

A profoundly painful dejection, cessation of interest in the outside world

No, there shall be no escape from

Idols of the marketplace

Delight in them is an inhuman pleasure

 In these circumstances he did what most of us do

Accept modestly; surrender gracefully

Adultery still holds too much water

Never the less it had many faults and was usually the most fruitful source of trouble

Quietness and cat-like concentration on the job in hand also intrigued me

-0-

Peppermint Rafts

Take me away from the wind and the cold

Into the island of your soul

On rafts of peppermint and meringue.

We will feast on the fruits of your beauty,

And I will give you the hidden treasures my talents behold.

Together we can make a symphony.

Apart we are shooting stars,

Burning brightly and falling to earth

Before our time.

"Sylvia to Ted" 
by Beth Linda Block

You, who eagerly fragmented our vows.

You, who routinely savaged your promises.

You, who shackled me to your love, then fled.

You, who slammed a sledge hammer through my wounded soul.

Bastard!

Yet you insisted on returning to me for my wifely forgiveness.

You played on my bond and my weaknesses.

And when I saw your face,

with

no hint of remorse,

no shadow of suffering,

I wanted to brand myself with a glowing iron.

A CHILD IN ME

In my everyday life

Not one day I have a peace inside

Having so much difficulty in choosing my own path

I still ask mom of what she want

Almost all my life I've been so dependent

Waiting for others help in every incident

I never learn to stand on my own

Now I'm afraid to live all alone

For that I still think like a child

Waiting for someone to be my guide

Hoping someday I'll learn to stand

And be everybodys' man

A child in me still lies

Wishing one day I'll be able to rise

Grow up and be mature enough

For life in this world is so tough

AN UNSKILLED WRITER

B Leach

An avid writer I am not

grammar, rhythm, spelling hah!

one can't be taught to write in rhyme

it's a skill developed over time

yet the educated people don't think that's so

for when i tell them this

they point me home

an unskilled writer they title me

because my scheme is in AB

and the words I use ain't long and strange

and my writing only means one thing

say what they will

I'll keep on writing

cause my fingers can't stop typing

I'll write about a situation

throw out the things like punctuation

how, you ask? how can this be?

because the title they gave me.

As far back as I can remember, I always wondered what was inside the box. Its was always a big mystery for me. I really don't know why. There was nothing fancy about it. Just an ordinary box like most others that you see. Square in shape, and colored light brown. With God  knows what stored inside. The thin flaps that protected its contents were taped securely.  After all, peeking was not to be allowed.  Or so I thought. Over time the box changed gradually. But not much. It was still the same box. Square in shape, and colored brown. This is when my curiosity started to turn to fear? Was there magic inside the box? Or something of value, like a treasure? Often I convinced myself that nothing at all was inside the box. Sometimes a bit too often. I think there's a word that would better decribe that, but I can't think of what it is.  Maybe I'll look it up one day. But not now. Soon I grew older. But nothing changed. I must admit I was still a tad bit curious as to what was in the box. Someone once tried to convince me to open the box. But still I was afraid. I could never figure out why. At least that's what I wanted to believe.  After many years of contamplation, I decided that I would finally open the box. Quietly I tiptoed across the floor.  Seconds later, I found myself staring down at the box.  I began to peel back the tape that held the box together for so many years. The flaps were then opened. Soon it was done. The box was open. I can still remember the feeling I had as I placed the final seal back upon the box that night. Things like that, one can never forget.  I then placed the box in the garbage and never saw it again.

Brian A Massey

Five days a week

Five long days a week

Five days of hearing you speak

Five days of living this self destructing lie

Five hundred tears that you make me cry

Five days of being in mental solitude

Five days of feeling unimportant and shrewd

Five days of being in your formal hell

Five days to go through before the final bell

tonight the horns are blowing, as the champagne keeps on flowing

as we welcome in another New Years Eve,

tonight the old year we'll be leaving, as the new one comes a cleaving

with a brand new tapestry that it will soon achieve,

so out with the old there's new wonders to behold

in this another brand new coming year,

let's build a brand new life freed from the same old strife

as we banish every worry dread and fear

so as father time parts, he leaves in fits and starts

to usher in a baby fresh and new

let no new troubles now befall us as we join in the chorus

and may a Happy new year be in store for all of you