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Hope is Gone, by Kwame Grayson
Hope is Gone, by Kwame Grayson
Voice, by Kwame Grayson
Voice, by Kwame Grayson
Unrealistic, Considering All Things , by Robbyn Tafoya
The biggest problems we can surmise
Come from the altering of conclusions
And conflicting of minds
From the first look into the sky
To calculating the end
To what we would change
If we could do it again
Awake in the dark
A sleep in cold sweats
With vision of the blood
And the tears of our descendants
As we walk around blind
Like rats after cheddar
With our backs against the world
To claim we don’t know any better
I Imagine a place
Undivided into segments
Mapping out new worlds
As a lyric awakened
In this pitch black of a life
I see a tunnel of light
We are the Prisoners of the day
‘Cause we are children of the night
Sitting up on a perch
And gazing from a distance
Through the mind’s eye
Right here is everywhere in existence
Into my courtroom of concept
Live and active
A prophecy in of a dream
And duality of consciousness
Judged with pressure
Through the looking glass into my past
Witness to murder
Victim of visions of my last breath
So I have strange ways of coping with stress
Pondering new ways of order putting old days to rest
Waning like the repetitious act of birth and dying
Frozen cold like stone and now I can’t even cry
In the Mil there is no breaking free from these dynamics
Every man I’ve seen come up, I’ve seen relapse back on it
I’m still wandering these streets
Always grasping through the tips of my fingers
For that spot that’s been waiting for me since the beginning
Couldn’t tell you day from day
But of the motion that changes us
They all just fall with me into my confessions of faith
Grasping for the edge of our universe in the name of understanding
Singing loud in the cathedrals, spiritually advancing
Dancing in the clubs pouring out into the valleys
From these ever flowing rivers to these back alley streets
From the trees to open seas
Herding and planting seeds
Through our movement, seldom seen
Through cycling skies, magic weaved
Graciously and generously open and waiting
and I am unrealistic, considering all things
In Sorrow, by Elise Boucher
In Sorrow, by Elise Boucher
I love you
In sorrow and change
Mirth days gone
Child sight strained
Grown now
Fire temper pain
Takes away brilliance
Leaves colors drained
Oh, my hands hold nothing
But turning, I still stay
In sorrow I now love you
And in loss live duller days.
Joy of a Reunion, by Portia Williams
They bumped into each other in the bank.
One tall and as big as a house
Dressed to kill in his tennis shoes, black t-shirt
Jacket that sparkled like diamonds
His eyes sang a song of sweet delight
The other in sort of disarray
Hair pushed back as in a rush
Dressed as just for everyday
Black coat looked warm with a thumbing delight
Her smile was subtle of glimmering goal teeth
They embraced with thanks-giving
He spoke of how her conversation had saved his life
They spoke of the long road of his ups and downs accomplishments tolls trouble
good and the bad acquisitions of luxuries and the and wonders of life
Neither had a problem with distortion
He thanked her for bringing him to the Lord
Stopped the life of dealing drugs as fast as snow would melt on a hot mountain
Brought together after 20 years what a blessing they said to meet again
The joy in the bank everyone felt
The Sea Calls My Name, by Brandon Haut
Crashing Whitecaps, by Brandon Haut
I stand at its edge
While its powerful show
Comes to lap at the shore
With its ebb and its flow.
Sometimes it’s stilled;
Others unrest.
Quiet as it’s kept,
But lurking between
The in and out tide
Hides a force to be reckoned with.
And the sea calls my name
With a vigorous plow
Of violent winds
And words not shallow.
It thrashes its fists against the coast
And hisses a storm
And beckons me
Forward onto the surf-tormented shore.
“Sail on my wings,†it bellows within,
“And be free of your life of trivial things.
Come sail in the deep and breathe in the blue
For a day and a year or a century or two.
I am old, but can you not see
The likeness between you and me?
I crash and escape
While my mouth is agape,
As do you, who knows not what there is
To really see of me.â€
My humble tears
Fall like rain;
Away with all
Forgotten pain.
My memories
Are far and near
Amidst a liquid
Crystal clear
That is the air
That moves the tide;
The atmosphere
I hide inside.
Unfaithful, by Heather Gaworski
I wonder if you think of me sometimes
Can I tell you I miss you
Or would that be too hard for you to hear
I hold on to our secret reality
Thinking tomorrow would be too soon
The unknown is almost too close
But not far enough to get my chance
It hurts to much be your convenience
But it brings me back every time
It may be complicated, but not difficult to imagine
Each time you take a piece of me
Now I’m left here
Waiting for our return
Broken Pieces, by Heather Gaworski
He struggles with any chance to be normal
People only see him on the outside
The inside fighting to maintain control
No one sees the perfectness of the whole picture
The confusing stairway leading to a blank face
The mind is a beautiful thing to hold on to
Screaming inside waiting for the pathway to appear
His feelings I endure patiently
I hurt through him and with him
Always questioning the answer
When I thought you wouldn’t make it through
I was standing there
Waiting for you to fall
Rebuilding Milwaukee, by Angela M. Perrow
Rebuilding Milwaukee;
The Marquette Interchange Project
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
The old bridges stood high and strong for so long
Even the strongest structures can wear down over time
We must observe when its time to rebuild
Patience and tolerance will help us during the process
Even the strongest structures can wear down over time
New structures can bring new directions
Patience and tolerance will help us during the process
A new path will get us to our destination safely
New structures can bring new directions
Something we passed by for years we see for the first time
A new path will get us to our destination safely
The money and time spent will be worth it in the end
Something we passed by for years we see for the first time
How beautiful to see something you love everyday knowing it was there all along
The money and time spent will be worth it in the end
These strong, sturdy, rebuilt structures will last until we are gone
How beautiful to see something you love everyday knowing it was there all along
We must observe when its time to rebuild
These strong, sturdy, rebuilt structures will last until we are gone
The old bridges stood high and strong for so long
Jungle, by Shenekia Sabrina Pinkston
Youthful energy
Angels falling
Grasp the moment before it carries you away
pure and innocent
lost at the touch
stretched to the ends of the earth
The walls are spreading like a shift of an earthquake.
Crumbling down until there is no more
A vast space lies in between this jungle of beauty
Her vines become ancient with lust
So many have swung until their heart desire,
others for the trills of being in.
Her jungle is no longer guarded and the grass at her entrance is trampled.
Flatten from the untamed, no name animals.
What was so delicate and untouched
is raped of its sweet blossoming essences
Her tall strong jungle is nothing but a flat green valley.
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