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 Jul 2015
Sarah Spang
Twisting and Dancing
Consume and Control
Body to Body
Soul to Soul.

Flame and tinder
Catch and combust
Rise from the ashes and
Brush off the dust.

Mingling flickers
Destroy and create to
Fix what is broken;
Alter its state.

Beneath all that burns;
Unattainable goal
Sputtering fires and
Diminishing coals.

Body to Body
Hollow to Whole.
 Jul 2015
Sarah Spang
She is a solemn wanderer,
A daughter of the road
The crunch of moving gravel
Is like balm upon her soul.

Each rambling, easy footstep,
Within each languid stride,
Keeps the poison thoughts
From taking root inside her mind.

Each footstep is a triumph
That pushes her along
Each gasping breath that fuels her
Is a lyric to her song.

At times she is a vagrant
When there is no place to go
When nothing feels familiar but
The stone that coats the road.

At times she is a traveler
That thirsts for foreign lands
Her mind drifts off to mountain sides,
Or golden sprawling sands.

And most times she’s a dreamer
Thinking of the day
She’ll let her restless, resolute legs
Take her far away.

In all, she is a wanderer,
A daughter of the road
Putting space between her thoughts
Upon the open road.
 Nov 2014
Jamie L Cantore
How many can bring into being at will
the fire that in the most essential part dwells?
Though the vital principle yearns forever,
it is on occasion mute and still.


In profound wonder,
on days like these,
the total
Self suffers.


So, ye must labor
towards discernment
most deliberate,
and then by breaking thru
the despondent
atmosphere,
can the task of
improvement
be therefore executed,
(if the person is not thereby deterred but determined.)


Thereafter the lowering, threatening aspect of
terrible Doubt is cast off from within,
so as to no longer be suffered.


And when ye do lie
warmed by
a spontaneously
emerged and helpful
attitude,
thence be thy own
witness
to that restraint exercised
over Temper's violence,
and over
hasty Impulse,
troubled Emotion,
and
lustful Desire,
if ye do so choose.


That being stated,
the struggle is then
within
to
contend
with
Virtue.


However,
if at a loss for
answers,
it's less daunting and less haunting
to just ask askance;
for the one who knows
to
question is to seek
and he seeks to ask
by it's translation,
can therefore make
a request hence,
of elderly Experience.


And then ye
must simply
put forth the query
to the
Elder,
who is in the
highest degree
experienced.


So a child of tomorrow
did long ago
pose it in this way,
"How does one find, when
weak, the will to win over Virtue?"


Then the Elder, he sought to tell thee
by matter-of-fact
in this way,

"It is a false belief
that ne'er will the
weak something inspire ,
but 'tis true that the weak will
is something that ne'er inspires."


And with that
he left the poser still
with question,
and in dismay,
for he
never really answered the poser,
which is his way,
in stealth,
to posit with his own question,
which speaks for itself,


"Do not ye think ye must find that out for thy Self?"

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