up from luminous dream,
in the soft hours
of deep night's thrall
suddenly discovering
I am in
          our small corridor,
no longer
                  a narrow hall
for now, to my wonder
it is stretched into
milky-way cathedral
walls robed in
flashes of
     lit-up nostalgia
                 on black
I float, eyes wide
mind open, a-light
naked skin splashed in
the cool nocturnal breath
and before me,
    a vast gallery
          of memories:
faces in frames,
some long gone
some now turned from
round baby cheeks into
vibrant adolescent beauty
delicate curls on toddlers
now muscular,
                fire-talking angels
ancestors who I never knew
but who I am named for
stare in sepia elegance
their eyes
piercing my soul
I am a warrioress
clothed in memories'
sub-conscious fabric
my weapons,
the love
that backs me up
so full it oozes out
            from the ether
spews from geysers
soaks up through
                      the earth
stains beaten feet
my fingers feel it
in strokes of
wind-whipped canticles
generations standing
behind me,
before me
ready to rise
holding staffs
live epitaphs
ready to split the rock

My center is lit up in
past and present voices
                 echoing prayers
I feel them in my
            heart-tunnels,
                     reverberating
they turn
future ponderings
into endless possibilities
I let them all in,
absorbing strength
into deep tissue
and the hell in my spine
opens its scars
like
    flowers of
               the
                  night

macabre of hope resides at one's eyes
as one's body buried in the rough sands of sea
the water of life cleanse my carnal bones
as estranged moments of dust shroud my flesh
alleluia hymns, sound with brightening candle lights
as i kneel at altar of the divine
roots of enigma my tongue praises the footstool of God
the earth is an offal and heaven is a ravenous beast
that feeds upon the earth
sparks of lightening glows like a gossamer winged with dragonfly
gory air of tussling between forces reign
dragging for my soul possession
terrified by the foolishness of peaceful ether
the soul id the window of one's eyes
it's the hope that lights one dark body
by this force, immortality cloves one's flesh
in other to reside with one i choose forever

Written by
Martin Ijir

My foetal days are full of blindness
Akin to this, my void days will be full of darkness
My world will be shut in despair
As heaven webs are ravaged beyond repair
The murky silence grasps my soul in the womb
And releases it in my stone tomb
My beginning and end are proportionally designed
The end claims unending life therefore my beginning chose i to resigned

Written by
Martin Ijir

With magnificent indifference
The world swirls and eddies
And life ebbs and flows
Around my crusty head
But still this radiant illusion
Springs eternally hopeful
And leads us by the nose

Times of mysteries past flow
As the northern rain washes the days away
Into slick and glimmering colours
Without earthly reason
And this late in the season
Daffodils fade and die
And butterflies won't fly
In an awkward silent stillness

                                   By Phil Roberts

Like an old man's years
The days are shrinking
As nights grow long and bold
Ready to own their part of the year
That's when memories
Come knocking for me

Down the trembling years
All those lives ago
I see them wide-eyed and fresh
Falling from the sun
Running too fast through life
And reaching the end too soon
Crashing through the moon
And I have lived long enough
To be part of their journey
And too long for my own

                                  By Phil Roberts

Please take an easy
Also don't rush me when we kiss
This means a lot to me
I am glad that you came into my life
you must be a very special guy then
I've waited for many years for this moment
I have trust issues
and I was scared to have my first kiss because
I was scared of them taking everything and leaving
this meant a lot to me and I didn't want to just give it to anybody
I wanted to give it to someone that deserves it
someone that I love
and that loves me  
and I've been with for a long time
you shown me that I can love again
that I can trust again
you shown me that you are the one
you win, you shown me that you deserve it
even if you leave I wont regret thing
because I know I loved it in the moment
thank you for loving me for who I am
and accepting me with open arms
and staying by my side even if I am a disaster
I love you

~for lovejunkie, who loved this poem best~

so many reasons,
so many stones
yet unturned,
for each poem
a season,
for every season,
a given reason

eyes, dimmer,
hearing, harder,
memories, ha,
disappear as fast as
footsteps upon
my island beach

this then
my log,
of places momentarily visited,
capturing the of,
of me,
the exactitude of
where, when and what
I felt

what felled me,
the long and lat,
of the attitudes
of breeze and currents,
the happenstance that carries
a desperate soul
eager and afraid
to remember

"how fragile we are"

so memorized records here,
for his storage and his places,
both filled and unfulfilled,

poems, nothing more,
flawed each,
product of a flawed man,
here, for all to see,
most of all,
for the man,
to see himself
when the eyes of his mind
at last be shuttered