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    Testament

Dreamy caught a vision
and all the stoics laughed
after what she beheld
Dreamy was laughing last

There is no inner silence
that ever tames the beast
one look is all i ask for
and then i'll leave it be

if you wish
and there are no stars
who can you
blame for what you are?

one deep breath
may be all you have
hold it out
better make it last

Dreamy caught a vision
and wished it could come true
though all the doubt she fought
found a way to shine through

there are no dreams of silence
there are no wars for peace
Gaia's alive in this world
her blood it flows in me

wake up now
so these words make sense
head up high
fight for consciousness


i dream deep
the way of all flesh
all these tears
cut off my last breath
 
Darkholme's Verses -- Clint Fay

Dark Nights

The dark night of the soul
forces us to consider our situation
to feel the dark material
out of which a spark arises

being the god within us
our wounds begin to heal
we see things
we could not see

this dark discovery
of roots and cellars
are equally important
equally divine

it is the pulling apart of meaning
so that mystery
can be revealed
life can eventually move

in its own time
in its own way
we find faith
rediscover hope

the other half of who we are
comes into view,
and through the dark night's
we become complete.

Poems -- Mary Ellen Pittsley

Going on a journey I’ll be back in seven years
Onto the River that knows all my tears
Out through the mist farther than the stars can shine
I’ll claim from Lady River what is rightfully mine
I know you are crying despite your brave claims
Been down the River many times I’ll return again
Watch for the red sunrise to signal my return
Until that autumn day let the bright lanterns burn
Let me hold you in my arms, whisper softly in your ear
Though I am far from you, your love I will keep near
A sacred promise to you and my son yet to be born
I will return when seven years are done
Summers come, summers go
Springtime birds and winter snow
The stars have betrayed me I’m all alone
Been so many years, and I’m so far from home
Lover do your prayers, do they still come for me
I forsake my vengeance, all I want is to return to my family
Lady River I pray, carry me home
Grant me the greatest speed, carry me home
Many years I’ve waited for what I’m to receive
When I return home I vow never to leave
Red sun rising in the sky
Lover do you hear my joyous cry
Long I’ve waited for my return
To my home where the bright lanterns burn
Lover I long to feel your love
To finally hold my son
Cool breeze blowing in the air
Oh my home I am almost there
What has happened to my home
The lanterns do not burn
What has happened to my love
How cruelly the world turns
Summers come, summers go
Springtime birds, winter snow
The gods have betrayed me I’m all alone
Lady River carry me home

Lady River -- Matthew Cartee



Poems -- Garrett Jaynes

bittersweet



Poems -- Mary Ellen Pittsley

Untitled

Storm tossed,
winds of change
hails shadows
of doubt.

Darkens the light,
the brightest light
which shines
within to see.

Deciphering,
and sorting,
facts between fiction
of what I know.

Grasping
encapsulated truths
accumulated overtime.
held in reserves, in mind

Needing all resources
of past lessons learned.
vital lifelines,
to keep this ship afloat.

Poems -- Mary Ellen Pittsley

The soul(s)hell

a crack
the tiniest
of cracks, but
i am exposed to
the outside world
death, i say
doom, decay
i am not
deranged

alas,
it is too much
i see everything
infinity squared
it has poured
through the crack
the flood is coming and
i can do nothing to stop it
it will overwhelm me, crush me
death, i scream aloud, death, doom
decay, derangement, flood
famine, pestilence
cats and dogs
living together
mass hysteria

the light
it still peeks through
the crack in my shell
that i dare not leave
paranoia, but too much
never again
too much
too soon

Poems -- Zach Brence

Tides That Bind

In the pits of time,
where sand sits, forming as slate
where bones crumble and become dust
where life ends and from nothing begins again.
a man with the mind of a boy
stands knee deep and offers his heart
to the hungry dogs that lust for chaos.
and he waits... for the final freedom he craves so.

At the bottom of a hot spring
lies small pebbles glowing with wisdom;
gems of wise men and the enlightened;
gems of an opened-minded individual.
under these stones a body rests.
a forgotten man who gave all he had
to obtain the one thing he was always denied;
and though he died alone at the jaws of hate,
he died for peace... and peace he did obtain...

Darkholme's Verses -- Clint Fay

Ill Poeta

The Poet wanders here,
--blind to his pretension

A crimson sky
--that hints at dawn

The whispered music
--of the restless damned

And promised salvation
--recently gone


Circles, circles, epicircles
The reliquary broken open
Fine crystal shards and dust
Won't fill the void again


Sing your own dirge
I'll sing mine

Ex Libellus Perfidia -- Neil Austin

Wind-swept, hard-caked and Sand
That once stood a thousand feet no more;
Here rest the iron ribs of Mammon and Hope.

Sweet Lucifer sleeps in a dry bed,
Her reading lamp extinguished long ago,
Her yearning and teeming now forgotten.

The ancient god consumes his own flesh,
Grows swollen red and indifferent, he toasts,
To the one sprung fully formed, now dead.

The Glorious Center of Creation!
She dances alone with her ghosts;
A strand of tears once named Diana.

Poseidon died slowly here,
Hidden treasures long lost laid bare,
His propitiation of gold and steel declined.

The Noble Ones, The Lovers and Poets,
Criminals, Cowards and Fools,
All meaning means nothing more or less.

Through the endless cold seldom interrupted
An eternity of night and sorrow,
The Others, unsatisfied, begin their game anew.

Dirge of the Never-Was -- Claire St.Claire

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MICRO FICTION

Meatloaf -- Garrett Jaynes

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SHORT FICTION

... Odd. I think I'm a physicist and it seems judging by his notes that the corpse was as well. The last note he left was written in blood and I suspect it was his own.

"The coward dies a thousand deaths before he can escape..."
 
The Cowards's Escape -- Neil Austin

Recognition and Oblivion -- Clint Fay
Conversations -- Henry Jacobsen
Interlude 12 -- Neil Austin
Mary Jane Sorrow -- Neil Austin
Bluegrass Moonbow -- Neil Austin

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