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 Jun 2015 Dreamer
TYRAN
Battle Cry
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
TYRAN
Plenty years of being sheltered alone.
In the dark, my heart was turned to stone.
Much on my mind, I'd never answer the phone.
That was before my time had come.
Raise your machetes and pave the way.
The night's arrived, but I am here for the day.
Follow my lead and you're free from the enslaved.
Aren't you glad that I came?
This light within me shines for a reason.
Don't believe that love is only a season.
A universe of clarity awaits.
Aren't you glad that I came?
Find your true selves through the pouring rain.
Cleanse your souls from the stress and the pain.
From here on out nothing will be the same.
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
Sarah Spang
Seldom though eventually
His words will wash away
The human mind's a yawning sieve
That siphons thoughts away

For all we are is flesh and blood
And dust, in all due time
His face embedded in my thoughts
Will someday leave my mind.

Each grain of sand; each thought of him
Will slither down the glass
Slow and steady, one by one
Until he's in the past.

For now my mind's a youthful cache,
No wave can wear or wash
Impressions left upon my soul
Cannot be staved or quashed.



-Un-rhymed Notes-

*Every once in a while
The human mind is all it's built up to be;
A sieve, where the balm of time
slowly mends and knits
The torn edges of the chasm.

Every once in a while
It is as if the wound has healed
And the flow of muscle memory
Ripples beneath the unmarred surface
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
James
My coffee
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
James
The smells of caramel, citric fruit and bread being licked by flames,
The colour. Black. Deep and rich. As if it was oil taken from the ground,
The taste is different, bitter, and earthy, contrasted by molasses, and sweet almonds,
This is how my day begins.
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
Tryst
J. P. R.
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
Tryst
Pull down the kiss-me mistletoe, box up the decorations,
Raise not a glass of merry cheer to toast the congregation;
Look through the pane to fairy lights that flicker blue and red
To cast their light upon the white snow-laden garden bed

voices creep from wall to wall
down spiral stairs, down darkened hall,
down basement steps they coo and call
for innocence now shed


Pick up the bricks and colored pens, wash up pineapple plate,
Dust off the tapped untested phone as looming thoughts collate;
Gaze not toward the basement door, dispel it from your head,
Rest weary limbs to soothing hymns to right the world instead

shadows lengthen, shadows fall
to mirror blackened velvet pall
that drapes around you like a shawl
and covers you in dread


Put down the morning newspapers, switch off the TV set,
Unwanted stark reminders of a day you can't forget;
Avoid all conversations of a thing best left unsaid,
Withdraw inside where you can hide as evil rumors spread

*whispers linger, whispers maul
at senses locked in sharp recall
to try to make sense of it all
when innocence is dead
 Jun 2015 Dreamer
bones
If some day
I should pass you
clothed in shades
of pale pastel

all I ask
is turn your face
from my failing
sense of taste...
I have an age old dread
of an old age dress sense..
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