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 Apr 2015
Jason Cole
To the wind
with the regal reticence
of unrequited love!
 Apr 2015
Solaces
I will do my best to explain..
Can you read me?
I am no longer in the shuttle..
I am standing on what seems to be glass..
It changes color constantly..
With each step forward the glass ripples with light and waves outward..
As I continue on the darkness begins to give into the glow..
The sky here is the ocean..
I can see it above!
The glass floor is sending light ripples back to me..
Only this light is blue..
There is someone walking toward me..
He is the one creating the blue light ripples while mine our white..
His face is made of light..
Oh! His face just flashed my eyes..
! I can't see! Wait! I see strange symbols ever changing!!  
So fast!  Wait I saw one I recognized..
It said W E L C O M E ....
On the other side of me is you..
 Apr 2015
Mark McIntosh
the castle seemed
abandoned
crumbling turrets
under years
of weather
drawbridge splintering
punctured soles
in the courtyard
faded benches
a three legged table
propped by rocks

door ajar
inside a maze
of mirrors & halls
clutching the bannister
master bedroom with
french windows
grimy glass filters sun
casting
abstract shadows on
a thin man's
gasp
 Apr 2015
Jason Cole
fate's mighty mast is surely sinking
drink the punishing sky
comets go down easy
all overboard

lay to rest
the souls of ever
flock together in the never

accept death's caress
at once cold and hot
altogether bright and dim

darkness breathes light into life
through light darkness also lives

sparks take flight
once were night
embers fade to black
once were white
 Apr 2015
Jason Cole
hey there little baby where's your Daddy's knee?
you don't have to be there, you can sit with me
wouldn't that be fine? could we try and see?
i feel you hurtin' inside of me
i know he left your Mama lonely
and your little heart feels like a stormy sea

but Sarah, you're a lighthouse
i've been wanderin' all my days
been lost in this world
Sarah, you're a lighthouse
you've shown me the way
now we don't have to be alone anymore

it's kinda funny how life is fair
i'm always movin', never really been anywhere
with nothin' behind me now i'm lookin' ahead
all things have passed just like the Good Book said
and after the rain the sun will shine
i feel it in my heart and in my mind

Sarah, you're a lighthouse
i've been wanderin' all my days
been lost in this world
Sarah, you're a lighthouse
you've shown me the way
now we don't have to be alone anymore

run and get Mama, give her the news
tell her we're leavin' - yeah, you too
tell her i love her and there's nothin' i won't do
we'll be a family, we'll start anew
you're gonna need a new dress and some shoes
you smile so pretty we can't lose

Sarah, you're a lighthouse
I've been wanderin' all my days
been lost in this world
Sarah, you're a lighthouse
you've shown me the way
now we don't have to be alone anymore

you're not alone, i'm not alone
you're not alone, i'm not alone
you're not alone, i'm not alone
we're not alone anymore
Another song obviously...:)
 Apr 2015
Elioinai
You hang my tear drops
like crystals from my bedroom ceiling
and pull the curtains back with a gasp
so all my shiny feelings
collide with yours throughout the air
A day spent with You is worth more than a thousand years elsewhere
Psalm 84:10-12
 Apr 2015
CA Guilfoyle
This sacred mountain
holds me ever close
this trail fat with hope
to whom I've finally
told the truth
 Apr 2015
Solaces
Your handwritten name is truly original...  You write it like no other.. Thus I know you are still here.. A tear runs down my cheek..  And a smile curves on my face under watery eyes.. I'll catch up to you!
She is still alive..   And I am gaining on her..  Just a matter of time!
 Apr 2015
Mark McIntosh
baptism
from the clouds
washes away
channelling to the harbour

broken branches
in gutters
leaves strewn
across footpaths

wild urban obstacles
puddles stay
wet socks
umbrella struggles

a moment of teasing
blue drifts to
grey portents
time enough

to clear eaves
unblock drains
prepare for
another cleansing
Sydney has experienced our worst ongoing storms over the last three days. A category 1 cyclone. This is part of my current interest in minimal poems and trying to express a lot economically.
 Apr 2015
Mark McIntosh
in the mirror
a red face
coloured by wine
often white
with shock
aloe works
for a time
then another
liquid
 Apr 2015
Dawn King
they were riders
on the iron horse
acting as though
it were a 30 minute
hitch to the next town
no one disembarked
there were no stops
some shared stories
some sat around
the man stood tall
dark wavy hair
tattered flannel shirt
words and symbols
as scars on chest and back
the woman was flattering
she had a musical laugh
vision fully impaired
yet grazed the mans skin
and read her epitaph
It’s good the world is not made to your dream
and people aren’t how you wished them to be
your needs are never satisfied to the brim
your wants keep growing endlessly.

It’s good you don’t get all you love to own
to your eyes all mysteries are not clearly shown
your questions are stuck and queries remain
your joy’s exuberance is diluted by pain.

It’s good uncertainties hinder your way
your lips can’t utter all you want to say
your plans go awry path fills with mess
hurdles keep coming to block your progress.

It’s good you ever feel far the distance
always hope there is a second chance
events don’t take the course you will
you retain a void that you yearn to fulfill.
 Apr 2015
South-by-Southwest
I have seen the bliss
before the morning's dawn .
I have taken kiss from a woman
as she slept like a new born fawn .
I have seen the sun and moon set
together in a western sky .
I have seen all the reasons now
as we let our loving die .

I have seen the fog at times when
there was nothing one could see .
I have seen eternity from the mountains
all the way down to the sea .
I have seen love's kind embrace and
felt it's breath upon my skin .
But I don't even dare to dream
there will be another like you again .

Oh , I have seen paradise through
The yellow of the glass .
Tasted it upon my tongue
And it was so very nice .
I have smelled the rose's fumes
And it permanates the air
For evermore I assumed
But now face cold realities stare

I have seen the petals fall
one by one by one
I have seen the fingers slip away
until there were none .
I have this empty feeling
at the bottom of my pit
God it is so unwilling
I think I'm feeling sick

Our love has evaporated
After summer's rain  
Leaving steaming memories
Heat and searing pain
But I have not seen
Nor think I ever will
See a love again like this
Forever that's so real
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