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 May 2010 KAT
Isklar_Glacial
As I stood looking out through the glass,

Into the moving traffic,

The commotion of the crowd,

All I could hear was my heart beating,

This moving traffic, was suddenly motionless,

The commotion of the crowd fell on silent ears,

As I tried to move, I was glued to the ground,

Paralyzed in that moment,

The one that had made all things come to an abrupt halt,

As I tried, tried, tried again, to move,

I couldn’t,

All I could feel was the sensation of droplets falling down from the river in my eyes,

In that moment,

When time did not exist,

When the world outside was not real,

The realization of how much pain I had within my soul,

Pain buried so deep, that it became an ***** within my body,

This *****, had now reached the point of no return,

It had deteriorated into small pieces, which ran through my blood stream,

Infecting, harming and hurting me,

And as I stood looking out through the glass,

I realised that in that moment, I stood not as a whole person,

But someone who was broken from within,

Someone who was responsible for the little pieces that now made up who they were,

Someone who now stood still, paralysed by a pain, which was no longer curable,

Sentenced to life, within her own body cell.
 May 2010 KAT
Keiko Larrieux
Never in a backdrop
I wanted to paint images
Of windows shattered

Caste into boxes
Smashed together like trains

I melted wisdom
In complex rain

I waited for blisters
I screamed from callus
I waited for malice

I wanted to paint images
Without being told
I wanted to paint images
Without being sold
 May 2010 KAT
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
 Mar 2010 KAT
Marie Rose
"Where are your gloves?"
A man with watery blue eyes,
And steaming black coffee asks me.
I almost cannot hear him over the brutal wind,
The city taken by storm.

He leans closer and whispers,
"They are giving some away,
Under the bridge."
As if I know exactly which bridge he is speaking of.

Winking,
He continues past me on the street.
Homeless,
But fortunate in his kindness.
Copyright Marie Hess 2006
 Mar 2010 KAT
william worthless
underneath the moon is where i long to be
looking at the stars looking back at me
looking at the waves jumping oh so high
standing out so brightly underneath the sky
strolling on the sand as soft as it can be
strolling very peaceful looking out to sea
everything is quiet so tranquil and so calm
a place i long to be thats so full of charm.
 Mar 2010 KAT
ioan pearce
wise old owl awoke one day
and studied human habits
blinkered, busy, bussling,
stressed out racing rabbits

ever chasing,always racing
never gaining, life of straining
predictable futures, and the source
who's the wiser? cart or horse?

he gazed at our system
thought whats the point....
of hussle and bussle
then rolled up a joint
 Mar 2010 KAT
Alexander S
I have a dream
A dream where we’re not vilified or crucified
For what we see in another eyes
Or whose eyes we see,
Where we’re not castigated
Nor berated
For being fated a little differently
Why can’t they see
That she and she
Are no worse than You and me
Or he and he

I have a dream
That the persecution ends
That society comes to its senses
That the relentless
Withering glares
And indignant stares
Erode to a bigoted few
There’s no reason why you and you
Can’t love each other
Why a man can’t love another

I have a dream
Where a mom’s lips curl
Into a smile while she talks about
Her daughter and that nice Jewish girl
With those pretty lips
Whisper nothings to each other
While fingertips dance across fingertips
When a father can beam with pride
Even though his son will never take a bride

I have a dream
Like a modern day Doctor King
Even though I’m not gay
I have a dream and the dream starts today
I have a dream that congregations won’t pray
Coming to their senses
Homosexuality isn’t a sin
What’s wrong with her with her
And him with him?
I have a dream that rainbow banners
And prideful marches won’t even matter
I have a dream that things will be
As they should be
That love is boundless
That love is enough
I have a dream
Dedicated to my cousin and her girlfriend.
 Feb 2010 KAT
James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
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