Poem: 'Just You and Me' by Andy Horry

Just You and Me

by Andy Horry

Let go of fear,

Now come over here,

There’s nothing to fear.

There’s nothing that can hurt you

Or take you out of here.

Don’t fret about what happens next

Or what’s that over there.

The body isn’t you,

The consciousness is you.

You are what is,

what was

And what will always be.

Consciousness is indestructible,

It will never leave.

Just take a step back

And be aware that you can breathe.

Embrace the breeze,

Feel the trees,

Getting weak at the knees

Just take a step back and breathe.

You will soon come to see,

There is no duality

And everything we see

Comes from the same thing

Don’t you see?

Just take a step back

And realise that those lies

you’ve been told

Have no substance at all.

Falling down the waterfall,

Just you and me.

Flying through the skies,

Just you and me.

In harmony with the world,

Just you and me.

Don’t get caught up in the lies

That they’re spreading.

It’s irrelevant

What Race,

What Creed,

Or Species,

Man it’s just obscene.

There is no duality,

Just you and me,

Unconditionally,

Constantly,

Indiscriminately,

Uncontrollably,

Just you and me.

Being With Life

Poem: 'Sound Of Violence' by Coralie Rowe

Sound Of Violence

(The Sound Of Silence)

by Coralie Rowe

Hello Satan, my old friend

You've come to play with me again

'Cos an incision slowly weeping

Led your soul to come a creeping

And the incision that slanted in my brain

Still remains

Breathing the sound of violence

Defenceless screams, I stalked alone

Burrowed treats from rubble stone

'Neath the hallow of soil damp

I found the squalor of the old and cramped

With despise I jabbed, dug and thrashed through an eon night

Submit to spite

And found the sound of violence

And in the tainted light so raw

Ten thousand demons, maybe more

Demons stalking whilst out reaping

Demons stealing whilst out thieving

Demons citing wrongs in voices that shred the air

And not one cared

To curb the sounds of violence

Cruel red eyes and horns that glow

Violence like a river flows

Fear the world that I did make new

Staked my soul that I might preach you

Now my hordes, of violent servants swell

They wallow in a hell of violence

And as demons killed and slayed

More fresh blood and gore was sprayed

As these swine slashed without mourning

A newfound hell was now dawning

The decayed dead, now hung from the soffits

Are bleeding down the scarlet walls

And sentiment calls

Are whimpered to the sounds of violence

Poem: 'Christmas Returns' by Craig Michael

Christmas Returns

by Craig Michael

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a stick of furniture was left, because of bedbugs and louse.

BUT on the roof was a giant clatter, something was announced,

It was my landlord screaming, your bank check just bounced.

Get out!

I tried to have peace and joy like everyone else.

Soon no heat and my electricity went out.

A dollar menu, soda and fries,

The kids tried to look happy,

As Santa put on another disguise.

Oh no no no, you fuckin ho,

you spent all your money on the games you choose,

So save all you receipts, the boxes and wrappings,

... it pays.

Because the kids will get bore with them all,

And you get a full refund,

if everything is returned in 60 days.

So who needs to keep the stuff and live in debt,

It's all materialism,

Take it all back with no regret.

Ho ho ho no,

Fuck The World and live like a pro.

On Christmas Returns

Poem: 'Where are we' by Debbie Dixon

Where are we

by Debbie Dixon -2013©

Where is your head

Is it high in the clouds

Or is it clouded

By dogma

That screams really loud

Where does your heart

Beat

When you think of me

When the time comes

Tell me

Where will

It be

Where is your soul

Is it trapped in that shell

Slowly rotting

While all around you

They tell you

You are well

Where is your courage

To stand up

And shout

I will not be silenced

I AM

And I’m out

I AM

The mirror

So look in my eyes

I Am

The honesty

That suffers no lies

Poem: 'What I Miss The Most' by Elena Karis

What I Miss The Most

by Elena Karis

Sunshine and breezes

Stormy days and coffee

Hugs and kisses

Below zero and sneezes

Bright eyes and smiles

Posting and comments

Cooking and Baking

Walking for miles

Boots and dancing

Swimming and pruned hands

Wrapping and bows

Deer prancing

These are a few of the things I miss most.

Poem: Untitled by Hannah Marshall

Untitled

by Hannah Marshall

 

convoluted tales

of your entrails

spread across

the kitchen floor

lie next to me

quietly

silently

and free

from negativity

the time

has come

for plastic bags

and bloody rags

now that your fears

are long gone

do not deny me

one last embrace

your cold flesh

pressed to my face

darling

my consumption

is done

we are one

© h.marshall 2017

Dismal Poetry Writer

Poem: 'Sugar Melt' by Heather Dawson

Sugar Melt

by Heather Dawson

My castles are built of sugar crystals pink and shining

Glossy and reflective of the light around

There are feather's in the precipice and sparkling shells

Pearls for Windows

Drawbridge of chocolate pulled shut tightly

No entrance -

No exit

Candy floss festoons

Flags of licorice

And I smile in my tower

Watching shimmer rivers run under and through me

This is a glamour

This castle is an abandoned wreck

The pearls stolen;

panes broken out

Candy devoured and left to rot

Ants in the sugar

I'm covered in sin

Everyone can see

Yet like a wind up toy

I polish my self

climb the tower stairs

over and over

hoping all will see the glitter and not the dirt

Praying : That I can fool the world as I trick myself

Poem: 'Wicked Vertebrae' by James Kenneth Blaylock

Wicked Vertebrae

by James Kenneth Blaylock 11-13-17

in these relentlessly dark days it's hard

to recognize the nuance from the beast,

as the nauseating nonsense goes beyond bone, blood and every hellish brotherhood

but, alas, our rescuing light shall someday

break the night, and all its wicked vertebrae

Poem: "Divide- -Unite- -Crucify" by Jeremy Void

"Divide- -Unite- -Crucify"

by Jeremy Void

Is rejection a form of

cynicism

or perhaps is

acceptance an

insidious practice

We live in such an

insipid culture

where the truth is

whitewashed

the answers we seek

sterilized by

mass-

consumptionism

The prior function of

human anatomy

or should I say

parasitic

compositions

is to waste away

our number one prerogative

Follow the Leader

Join the In-Crowd

Dismiss the Out

Find Someone Better

to Idolize

another futile thoughtform

another useless ideation

Search for Meaning

in a Meaningless Paradise

Disciples of the Third Reich

Disciples of the Ones Who

Fight Kill and Die

Descendants

defending

elemental

melodies

mentally

descending

menacing

lemmings

of a wanton assembly

assemble and divide

brandishing this thing and that

seeing the world through

layers of distortion

through

tele

vision

Diminish the wisdom

of

our infinitely brilliant

predecessors

fatalist preachers

nihilist teachers

forfeiting a lordly burden to

the mindless breeders

breeding ideas that reek of

futility and

shame

Don’t you forget we live in

a free country

harboring ideas designed for

a free world

a world leaking cretins & freaks

creeps geeks and systematic sheep

The shepherd has died

tonight

prematurely

death to a deadhead

a less than human defendant

defending territory

of a battered Catholic rambling

bringing nothing but sheepish

idiosyncrasies to a bleakish

nothingness

I see a televised

Nightmare

realism seen through an insipid

screen

I watch a screaming past

careen through the blackened sky

The future is dying by

moonlight

Steal the stars from the

fiery night

Blow up the sun

and watch as everyone

decides

Decide to do something

anything

vote pick choose

take sides

divide divide divide

no surrender

show no mercy

fight until you win

Deliberately destructive

Wage war

wage war on the

fascist hatemongers

shoot an anarchist in the

back

Tear up the American flag

Rebuild a burning nation

from the ground up

Discerning I learn to relearn

to relearn to relearn

to relearn to

turn the other cheek

on all the violence

and the in-fighting

and let the politicians

and the political activists

and the preachers and the protesters

and the picketers and the

witches and the Christians and the

hipsters and the trumpster elitists

and the phony women and the

lonely men

of an unfolding culture

fight and kill each other

and maybe then

the undivided, undecided

king will rise

No sides

Fuck the left fuck the right

No sides

Only self-righteous assholes divide

No sides

Ride the tides until you die

No sides

Mount the tumultuous catalyst

Listen to the sounds of

hollow warfare

and sooner the anarchist is

crucified///

Poem: Untitled by Jillanna Babb

Untitled

by Jillanna Babb

 

Blue robed sea

Salty lace foam

Lift me.

Revive my heart. Brighten my armor.

Strengthen my wings

until the burden

becomes unnecessary.