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 Feb 2016 JAM
Dana Colgan
Never
 Feb 2016 JAM
Dana Colgan
The internal pain
Has struck me again.
Turning me blue
Hating everything I do.
Taking me down
Hearing me drown.

But **** it,
I will never submit.
 Feb 2016 JAM
Richard Riddle
By Emily Riddle-Age 9 (She will turn 13 on Feb 16, 2016)

Special: The dictionary describes an angel as a "thing or person, that means a lot to someone. Well, I describe an angel as my grandmother.

My grandmother is a wonderful person, and what she is best at
is caring about what I will become.
I am so glad to be in her life, and in her beautiful world.

She has a heart of gold, and is a "doctor to my soul."
She is the "nurse" that make my hurts disappear.
She is my "piggy bank of niceness."

When I would get a birthday, or Christmas gift, she would always say,
"If you don't like it, be sure to try it."
I would always listen to her, for everybody knows
"grandmothers are always right."

I think of her everyday, and feel that  I can do anything
when I'm around her. Just remember,
"Always be happy for what you have, and don't imagine a life without a grandmother."

They are worth a billion dollars.

copyright: emily riddle August 27,2014

Penned in 2013 by my granddaughter, Emily Riddle. Written for her Grandmother Linda, its worth more than a billion dollars.
 Feb 2016 JAM
Seán Mac Falls
( Sonnet )*

Deep in the chalk of gloaming flame,
The tawn and pale, of moan and loon,
Where under leaves of forest shades,
The crescent rails of the riding moon,

Here is when the quick blood running
Drains with shear seepings and looks,
With eyes agape, small game stunned
Over pines and green hemlock wood,

The ferryman wings and clawing tears,
Whose silent strike and low red raking
Blasts unto an indifferent lane of peers,
This is the house of apparition's name,

A mages fugue, muffled muses reprise;
The **** song which creeps as sun dies.
 Feb 2016 JAM
Pauline Morris
Tripping over my own feet again
Revisiting my old sin
My old friend
But it's ok
I don't mind it this way
My mind is numb, my body floats
I don't even need a boat
Now I can fly
No wings need to be applied
It will all be good, until the passing of times sand
When I go in to land
There will be that inevitable crash
That touch down splash
But know need to worry about that now
Oh look a flying cow
 Feb 2016 JAM
Vincent St Clare
cigarettes drowned
with two phones
glasses snapped
girl’s gone
everyone’s off to Brooklyn
beat off in bed
and a bottle of wine
Ha!
Written ca. 2014.
 May 2015 JAM
jeffrey robin
........ come eat





( one simple sacred breath

moving out across                          

                                            these          Times )

//

you can do it

really

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You can let your ego die

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we are the stuff of legends

Of all ancient stories

Of the pure mythologies

//

We who are born free

Must challenge this world

( and it's ugliness )



You really can't be free while others are slave

as we have come to know

///

You cannot live while wondering

SHOULD I HIDE MY SCARS

OR LET THEM SHOW !?

//
//
//

The FOOL

walks the rainy day and makes it his own

//

The REAL POWER returns

and calls your name

//

If you want to , say

HERE I AM

//

a vow once made

That can't be changed
 May 2015 JAM
jeffrey robin
we can not fight for freedom

For only free men can fight at all



we can not search for love

For only lovers know what we seek





So how can we proceed at all ?





in the simple song proceeds the dawn

//         //

Yes !

You may recieve all that you need

If you promise to share it

With all who        want

:::

freedom & love

( these are not commodities )

///

Come !

This world's been STOLEN !

all truth had been COMPROMISED !

( corporately PRIVATIZED ) -----

What the **** does that mean ! )

///

and I mean

WHAT THE **** DOES     ..... THAT ... MEAN !

meaning

ANSWER !

now

OR FOREVER BE A SLAVE

//

You cannot fight for freedom

You cannot search for love

//

but

Be still until

You become

LIFE ITSELF

/:/

&

Look around you !

Ah yes !

EVERYONE
 May 2015 JAM
jeffrey robin
really
 May 2015 JAM
jeffrey robin
)
/  (? (? \
/ \
                 ••••

Really

If we as a human race don't

Get It Together

REAL soon

( like by Yesterday )

We shall not survive

And death will be more ugly

Than the drippings from ****** wrists

On the bathroom floor

.///.

We can play any game we choose

To hide ourselves from the reality

••

The

I'M LOOKING FOR MY TRUE LOVE game

The

**** EVERYONE game

The

PUMP ME TILL YE DUMP ME
AND THEN I'LL CRY game

The

I'M SEEKING GOD  or
SPITITUAL ENLIGNTENMENT game

The

I' M DEPRESSED
WHERE ARE MY MEDS
( PRESCRIBED OR OTHERWISE ) game

Etc

//

We will not survive

/:/

We will die

We will die enslaved and ugly

/:/

Unless we TRULY

GET IT TOGETHER

AND

UNITE OUR EFFORTS

TO PROTECT OURSELVES

AND ALL OTHERS

AND TO BRING THE WORLD

AND ALL ITS PEOPLE

FREE FROM THE INDECENT INVADERS

WHO HAVE CAPTURED THRU LIES

ALL THAT IS SACRED

INCLUDING OUR VERY LIVES

AND THE PUREST FEELINGS

OF OUR BODIES

CONCERNING MATTERS

OF FAITH AND LOVE

//

This we should promise each other

Every time 2 hearts meet

With every breath we take

In total honesty and  humble gratitude

For this opportunity

To find the deepest core of being

The righteous adventure

The ONLY MEANING

••

we are already born

We are already here

We don't have to do anything

But accept the actuality

Of the simplicity

Of what we are
 May 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
Resistance
 May 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
The odd and funny part of life
is how we resist
the nature of our own minds,
pretending we have
no more freedom
than a train stuck
on its predestined tracks
when we are the builders
of the railroad.
   ~mce
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