Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Monday, July 4, 2016
James Lee Jobe writes
Stranger, come in and sit at the table.
Friend, are you hungry?
Break the bread with me,
And then rest for a while.
Blessed are the hungry
And blessed are the weary.
We are the same in the void,
You and I - beings of light,
Beings of empathy and love,
Human beings, souls
That exist inside of bodies.
Souls, in flesh and bone.
Touch your forehead to mine
And take my hands in yours.
Brother, sister, we are one.
We are all part of The One.
-for William Mahoney Sr, grandfather-
Beings of White Light -- BenGoodspeed
Anca Mihaela Bruma writes and speaks
Existential
Questions
(J.A.) "What Is Life? Recall your memories! And try to answer! If you
can?!..."
(A.M.B.) "What is left
of a soul that slowly
is flickering on the remnants
of its mind and heart?!?
of a soul that slowly
is flickering on the remnants
of its mind and heart?!?
How do I restore
my own Fire
when everything is falling...
...yet growing?
my own Fire
when everything is falling...
...yet growing?
How would I change
the rhythm of my Life
pressed against my own ear?"
the rhythm of my Life
pressed against my own ear?"
(J.A.) "You're still alone..."
(A.M.B.) "How can I be held responsible
for the consequences
when everything
is out of sequence?...
for the consequences
when everything
is out of sequence?...
How would I freeze
that moment
which is irreplaceable
and insatiable?...
that moment
which is irreplaceable
and insatiable?...
How would I remove
the sleepless nights
and unspent memories
from the edges of my Being?
the sleepless nights
and unspent memories
from the edges of my Being?
How can I cure someone
who falls under the weight of My Heart
so myself... I will not remain unsung?
who falls under the weight of My Heart
so myself... I will not remain unsung?
How many testaments of regrets
shall I write
to someone who has fallen
from the grace of my eyes?
shall I write
to someone who has fallen
from the grace of my eyes?
How would I
not let the cadence of my heart
to be taken for granted?..."
not let the cadence of my heart
to be taken for granted?..."
(J.A.) "You'll be alone!..."
(A.M.B.) "Each bite and sniff of my Life
reminds me of this fragmented World
and its hypnotic deception!..."
reminds me of this fragmented World
and its hypnotic deception!..."
(J.A.)"Where is your LOVE? It's no Time! What do you feel? Pain?
Because you spent your Life alone? What is Life? It's a pain, you must endure
it!... What is Life? Recall your memories! And try to answer, if you
can?!..."
104 -- Farzad Golpayegani
Dorin Popa writes
NOVEMBER QUESTIONS
how long do I have to wait
to learn which things are mine?
how long can I keep falling down
with no return, with no way out?
from where do so many frights and wastes
come to my soul?
which are the boundaries and what is the share
which is the strength and which is the weakness?
where do the tears of the whole world drop?
and where do the teardrops go?
why is night falling so soon now
why do all people hide?
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Cage -- Semraturkmen
Jeremy Seligson writes
9.
C
R
I
C
K
E
T
S
“Since
Woodsman
cut
old
birch
down
life
hasn’t
felt
the
same”
“Yes ~
some~
thing
inside
has
died”
“Some~
thing
pristine”
“They
might
root
up
our
vegetables
next”
“Leaving
us
nothing ….”
Sun
sinks
while
farmers
wait
for
our
cricket
serenade
“Some
fiddle
up
there
by
elephant~
ear
leaves
or
down
here
among
dark
trees”
“Such
comforts
give
sleigh
bells
of
crickets
jingling
through
fields
tonight
Just
hear
the
melody”
“Hey
Dee,
what
‘ya
say …?”
“I
was
listening
to
your
sermon,
Dah,
~ the
promise
our
friends
could
stay
safe”
“How
about
assembling
our
church
choir?”
“Listen,
Dee ~
it’s
the
moment
of
transition
~
crickets
giving
way
~
cicadas
taking
over
day”
