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 Oct 2012 HAZ
B Woods
Lightbulb
 Oct 2012 HAZ
B Woods
Whats this world coming to
Paranoia all around
Creeping up but slipping down
The melodrama hurts me
Is this the way it should be
I question our existence
Illusory immaterial junk
Inching through the samsara
Satori says I'm not really here
Senseless matter sitting idly
In a tiny corner of dharma
Overwhelmed unimaginably by
It all.
 Oct 2012 HAZ
John Ashton Upston
Wonders,

Have you ever got lost in the sunset while driving,
Just looking at the beautiful oranges and reds,
Burning in the sky,
Coloring the clouds a dark purple,
And lighting fire in to the clouds.

Have you simply turned your head out the window,
And look at all the leaves on the trees,
With all their colors,
With all their details,
As the light shines so brightly on them?

Have you ever felt completely happy,
Looking at this nature we use so blindly?
Even as you are burning the fuel, that makes its future unlikely?
I wonder if any of you can see what I can see.

Its wondrous if maybe you’d just take a look,
Even through a window, even through the shield,
Its all so beautiful to me.
 Oct 2012 HAZ
Joe Thompson
Being disorganized and somewhat distracted
I seem to have misplaced the map that the universe provided at my birth.
You know the one:
it shows your perfect path through this lifetime-
so you can be at exactly the right place at exactly the right time
and use the talents and intelligences that the universe let you borrow
to achieve great and wonderful things.

It would be so nice to know that I was on the right path,
instead of guessing and hoping and straining to hear the angels
that I imagine are hoarse and frustrated from screaming:
Not that way!! The other way!!
or
Where the hell are you going?
 Oct 2012 HAZ
CO Halm
Graduation Day
 Oct 2012 HAZ
CO Halm
He chuckled one last time
as I sidled up to him,
red roses in my hand with
my blue robe and square brim.
He took my hand once more
as he beckoned me with grace
so that we could wrap our arms
around each other and embrace.
He held me close right then
as the whole world soon stood still,
and we took in that one moment
both with sadness and with thrill.
Then he finally let me go
and I backed out of our embrace,
and as he smiled sadly and I reached way up
to place a small kiss on his face.

He left and put his cap back on,
I stood and watched him leave,
but then he turned around and smiled
just one last time for me.
 Oct 2012 HAZ
worth lexis
Colors
 Oct 2012 HAZ
worth lexis
The rebirth of Spring is green by name.
T'is blue that the skies and seas shall claim.
Orange is but foliage subdued,
Or an aged sun then to death be wooed.
The Color of hatred, it is red,
As of passion and the warring dead.
Life is light while Death is gloom,
Like the stark of night against the moon.
The grave contrives a contrast'd hue,
But dying is to dull what's shaded new.
For all colors are painted to give
A hue on which mirrored life must live.
Without their blushed beauty, we would gaze
On a world of dark and hopeless days
 Oct 2012 HAZ
Megan Westby
I said,
I’m sorry
Maybe we can be friends
The kind that exchange pleasantries
And pastries.
Then I picked up my things
And left.
 Oct 2012 HAZ
Cassie Fearing
Things just don’t feel right
I’ve always felt close to you
Even when you’re miles away
But not today
Or yesterday
Or this past week
I’m not sure when it happened
But I feel it now
I talk to you
But you’re away
You’re distancing yourself
From me
The one person who loves you most
The person who’s given you themselves completely
I’ve given you my heart,
Mind,
And body.
Why is it so hard for you to do the same?
You say you love me,
And you say you’re a robot;
For both cannot be true.
I know love is scary,
But you’re safe with me.
It’s time for you to drop your barriers
And take a leap.
Leap and I will catch you
We will catch each other
We will fall together
And rise together
And most of all
Be happy
Together.
 Oct 2012 HAZ
Rachel Sullivan
People ask
about the fireworks,
the sparks, the shooting stars.
"Did you feel it?" They ask,
vaguely expectant, eyebrows falling
back to their polite place when you
shake your head.  
Lips and saliva, you scoff.
Random tongues.  It's not the Fourth of July.  
You fall asleep amidst the self-talk
and dream of meteors.

Then one night you look up
from behind your smudged glasses
to find him
staring back, past your iris
and down your spine, grabbing
hold of something warm,
and lips cling to each other
with a strangely perfect
desperation
and it's not like fireworks
at all, but rushing water, crashing
against your skin as you
search for breath,
and when the current pulls
you to the edge
of the waterfall
you press tighter
and wait
to soar.
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