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Feb 2013 E

The Anvil

Feb 2013 E

For the Sparrows

It is not the city air that ignites the forge
It is the wind the that weaves through the souls of its people
It is the spark that lives in the artists heart.
And the Blacksmith, mighty Blacksmith.
Sets all into motion.
So I place my dreams upon the anvil.
Apprentice & Master ****** hammers as fire forges the heart.
Blacksmith, He who breathes the wind that flows through all righteous ambition.
The desire to create.
The desire to change.
City. It is good to be back.
The coals are burning.

comments and suggestions welcome :) result of returning to my home in the city.

Feb 2013 E

so much depends

Feb 2013 E

Richard j Heby

so much depends

so lunch depends
upon

a red-winged black-
bird

glazed with strained
honey

beside
some nice pickles.

a tribute to WCW's Red Wheelbarrow

Feb 2013 E

just as anyone

Feb 2013 E

Richard j Heby

just as anyone

Just as any one could,
I’d like to show you the sunset.

Feb 2013 E

envy

Feb 2013 E

Richard j Heby

envy

Ah, envy
that sits on your shoulders
and wraps itself,
like a scarf, around your neck

until it steals some magic
from moses’ staff
and whispers(as
eden's serpent)

“eat from that tree.”

Feb 2013 E

Leviathan

Feb 2013 E

Sean Briere

Leviathan

This ship is sinking, your sea is violent.
There's so many words I have for you.
Never spoken.
Instead they take a pill, fall asleep inside my head.
These watery words rise above me.
They travel down my throat and into my lungs.
I thought I took enough air before I went under.
How wrong I was.
Calm.Quiet.Ocean.
I'm struggling now.
Reaching out to nothing there.
I can't seem to get back to the top.
Blue.Green.Silver.
There's an anchor pinning me to your ocean floor.
Your waves have swallowed me whole.
Jetsam tumbling through like driftwood on high seas.
I set my eyes on two green jewels.
I'm locked on them.
Two lighthouses guiding me through this storm.
I should swim away from them.
Instead they draw me near, beckoning to me.
I swim hard, I swim fast.
I'm out of breath.
I can no longer go on.

Feb 2013 E

me or me with you

Feb 2013 E

Richard j Heby

me or me with you

You cannot know me
but, lovely,
i will tell you all about
me with you.

Feb 2013 E

Fragments of a Disaster

Feb 2013 E

TDN

Fragments of a Disaster

Rain fell like bullets of glass.
The wind blew from the mouth of God Himself.
The cold was suffocating us.

Fragments of a disaster,
and we embraced each other amidst it.

Words like red wine dripped from your lips.
Thoughts like tidal waves crashed in my head.

You were wrapped in a blanket,
and I simply stared at you
as I stood underneath the streetlight.
In moments, you'd be time zones away,
seas of water and seas of uncertainty between us.

We did not know if this moment was the end of the show
or simply the beginning
of beautiful poetry.

So I kissed you to find out.
A one-eighty degree turn on my heels
from whatif to whynot.

My only regret is that
I thought the only option was
to let go of your hands
and simply walk away.

For E.

Feb 2013 E

while it lasted

Feb 2013 E

DM

while it lasted

A dream is only a dream while you're sleeping,
Awakened by the call of dawn and beautiful sunrise,
It quietly disappears,
Faded into distant and unimportant memory,
Hope is a dream while awake,
It too often passes away,
Like an old friend,
Gone with shocking abruptness,
And fading away are the memories of each,
Old friends and hopes and dreams,
A part of us is taken away with them,
Leaving us to wonder,
If anything truly matters?