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 Feb 2014 Chase Graham
Cathy B
You call me cute as if it’s a good thing,
but I see it as saying I need to be taken care of.
I don’t need your help and if you try
to get too close, away you will be shoved.

My friends say you’d like me to be girly,
and that would be accomplished if I shower.
They tell me to let you in and let you help,
But why now? I’ve done so much by my own power.

I’m trying to let you take care of me,
and I can tell I’m getting attached,
but I’m struggling to let my guard down,
because if I do, my heart will be snatched.

I’m trying to focus on my schoolwork
instead of texting you all day,
but Patient Management and Anatomy
don’t capture my attention the same way.

I hear from you periodically,
and each time I put on a stupid smile.
I’m then reminded I’m acting silly
and resume my unhygienic style.

When I let go of my concerns
and feel like giving you my all,
I have some reservations because, if I do,
this won’t be an easy fall.

I’m not saying that you’ll cause me great devastation,
yes, some hurt and pain I will feel,
but if you think I’ll crumble like other girls,
All I can say is, “come on, get real!”
 Feb 2014 Chase Graham
lucie jo
In the forest
your feet bare
long hair
bambi eyes stare.
Night gown
translucent lace
running fast
into my tight embrace.
Aesthetic bliss
a fragile kiss
looking out into the
dark abyss.
www.soundcloud.com/nethersky/crimson-red

Just hold my hand and let me walk you into destiny,
with every beat, you hear keep dancing as the speaker bleeds.
Look inside my eyes and see the magic energy,
for I have come to earth to find the master of the keys.

(chorus)
Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry,
I am ready to go.
Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground,
as we defend our home.

Do not run away, do not be afraid,
the real enemy is fear in the brain.
We come to earth to remove the pain,
we fear you all have gone insane.
Surrender, sacrifice, sing-along,
dance to the music, everybody 'work it'
Dimethyltryptamine,
the green people step out of the curtains.
You open up your third eye,
let your brain reset, re-circuit.
Journey through the nether sky
and join us as we dance and worship.

(chorus)
Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry,
I am ready to go.
Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground,
as we defend our home.

It is easy to be afraid of things you do not know,
the monster in the imagination always seems to grow,
bigger than the monsters in the world we all well know.
Deep in outer space, a beacon sends a signal,
bright lights fall like a million flaming thrones,
people run in fear and hide their children in their homes.
Leaders of the world launch military drones,
to eliminate the threat,
now you know the world is a war zone.
Thunder, until the sky is bleeding,
until the rivers of the world are running crimson red,
crimson red.

(chorus)
Bright lights from the sky falling down, hear me cry,
I am ready to go.
Hold tight as we fight for our lives, stand your ground,
as we defend our home.
© JDMaraccini 2014

(Listen to this song here)
https://soundcloud.com/nethersky/crimson-red
I contemplate my choices - up into the soft, pillowy dunes covered in seagrass, into the rough brush beyond, down to the slippery water rocks. I walk along it all, past the rocks pock-marked like skulls, that I place precariously on the spindly end of a gnarled, whitewashed log that I foot. I pass pieces of wood petrified in the sand like emerging snakes, spiny, drowning spiders. The sand is chalked clay, clumps creating mini Stone Henges where deer prints have broken it. In the distance are fragile lines of birds that sound like howling wolves. I look out over the water, the sea that wiggles between my toes and spans the horizon all at once. The water laps at my thoughts and in between breathes I hear my cousin calling me. I turn towards her hungover dreamless nap, but still I hear the sea, refreshing my mind and the sun cleansing and lifting me up into the very sky. My feet break the salt-cracked sand back. The path I took before breaks out and unfolds before me like a red carpet on tracing paper and I avoid every step like it would break my mother's back.

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