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 Dec 2013 Madison Court
Ashley
The ones who see only the beauty in a sunny day,
have never seen the way rain hits the leaves on a simple tree.
Beauty: a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, esp. the sight.
home
is where I felt with you
laying on the pointed grass
watching the clouds form to our thoughts
of eachother
and how the sun
reached out and touched your skin
because he wanted
a part of you
like I had a part of you
like the way your laugh
would echo
in the mountains of
my mind
for days
repeating endlessly
like the sun-kissed freckles
on your face that gave you that
twist of innocence
that you rarely showed
to the world
of people
who all held daggers
beneath you like
blades of grass
waiting
for a shift in weight
the higher you climb
the greater the pressure.

those who manage to
endure
learn
that the distance
between the
top and the
bottom
is
obscenely
great.

and those who
succeed
know
this secret:
there isn't
one.
 Nov 2013 Madison Court
Zachary
Everything is funny
especially when it's not
sad times they are a-plenty
bad times should be forgot

emotion is a feeling
attitude's a state of mind
confuse the two
as with the shoe
a bad feelings what you'll find

difficulty is to progress
as what's easy is to none
progressing less
brings bitterness
too much takes all the fun

Everything is funny
no laughter is misplaced
living your life for money
can't buy a happy face
The truth about school
By: Dono James

In spite of my learning I feel like a fool
For it took me so long to learn the truth about school
You don’t know how it goes? You don’t know the rules?
Then let me tell you my version of the truth about school
From my days in pre-k to my completion of college
I was told by society I was obtaining knowledge
But from what I have been through and what I can see
My convictions tell me that I must disagree
I admit in my youth not interacting with people
Which was all the more reason I saw school as evil
But as I matured and became more social
It was more of a process and less of a chokehold
Then my years in high school were somewhat a coma
Where I didn’t really learn but filled up a quota
But with flying colors my diploma was earned
And I looked forward to college to actually learn
To start my life over I was truly excited
After my first year I felt somewhat enlightened
But in spite of my joy I needed a pause
For I came to notice there were still a few flaws
Not really a flaw, but a legitimate scam
A plot to take money away of my hand
Conceiving to deceive us whenever they choose
Charging hundreds of dollars for books that aren’t used
Even worse than that is the ugliest case
The time spent on a degree in the first place
In spite of our major to earn our degree
We’re forced to take classes we really don’t need
And their justification, at which I’m dumbfounded
They say that they want us to be well rounded
But in spite of its faults I kept my head in the air
Because college here is still better than high school there
The flaw in that logic showed not after long
When it showed for the most part I truly was wrong
Being in school for almost as long as alive
I’ve been doing the same thing since I was about five
Waking up in the morning and wasting the day
Listening to jibberish someone has to say
This procedure is twisted and far from anointed
If that’s the best way to learn then I’m disappointed
But I was told school would increase how much I get paid
So I’m not here to learn I’m just here for a grade
And once my time finishes, what do I see?
A fancy piece of paper they call a degree
Yet in spite of the struggle of putting many years in it
I would not so much as wipe my rear with it
The bane of my existence and the source of my strife
I could do without school for the rest of my life
Having stood it so long I hope not to stand more
I hate all that school is and all it stands for
Being barely a step above pure embezzlement
It’s the greatest façade of human development
So if I go past a bachelor’s let the world be a witness
My reason for going was strictly ‘bout business
As in my observation the truth has unfurled
Real learning occurs with time in the real world
And with that being said I can soundly assert this
Education is priceless but academia is worthless
In fact the thing that disgusts me the most in particular
Is that I might have learned more through my extracurriculars
But this sick institution had me worried and stressed
Oppressed by the papers and distracted by the tests
To compare school to work is truly a fallacy
For in all ways it puts us out of touch with reality
Where the number 4 is that which everyone dreams
And five letters mean so much to our self esteem
For others in the struggle the burden may be small
But for my own preference I am sick of it all
My soul is disgruntled and my mind is distorted
Involved in a cause that I never supported
But having graduated I can finally move on
And get a job in the real world where I truly belong
my wounds will soon heal and everything will be cool
for at least now you know the truth about school
 Oct 2013 Madison Court
M Padin
These old doors,
sullen as spinsters.

Wharves, deckhands, the old chopping block:
flights of time misremembered in a
backward gaze.

Toes in water.
Hooks to fish.
The sea salty.

How shall I count the ways...
lost among the waves.

But look, afar, the old man on his boat!
Is he Charon come to point the way to
the seaward lost; or has he come to
sequester memory to some far shore?

(Maybe he's a schmuck with a paddle!)

Seagulls, feathers, the brine:
all groan with this wood.
In this wood was the line
that snatched life from the water
(the fish, the scales—they shine)
and flopped on the deck,
heterocercal.

The evening closes on this vista but
not the charades of time.
Written for this collection of excellent photographs. A departure of style for me, but hey, quatrains aren't going to cut it anymore. You may find the photographs here:

http://julianesharirphotography.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/not-broadway/

Comments are welcome.
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
We strolled along the sidewalk,
only one thing on my mind,
I wondered if she knew my wish,
whether she’d respond in kind.
We loitered on in silence,
as the butterflies made a home,
overwhelmed by heart’s yearning,
I could not limit passion to roam.
So I turned to her beautiful face,
and basked in her glistening eyes;
I knew this was the moment,
that I’d surmount the Everest high.
“What’s the matter,” she asked,
as my cheeks blushed bright red pale.
“Nothing important,” I replied,
and continued walking along,
in my secret fairy tale.
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