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 Oct 2015 Marieta Maglas
Kush
It initiates its attack with a fiery assault to the chest
Showering the heart with acidic downpour
The disease spreads slowly into the victim’s bloodstream
Making it boil with envious hatred
The eyes become a permanent squint of mistrust and hostility
Skin begins to change with a bright, green spectacle
Canines are bared in horrible snarls
The person’s speech becomes bitter and low
Consisting mostly of cusses and speeches of negativity
Infectious jealousy runs rampant
And in no small part to that horrid sickness
The Emerald Virus
 Oct 2015 Marieta Maglas
Kush
A single hot rod blasting off towards space
Let's ride into the brisk night air
Breeze smacking our faces
Like **** against the fan
Darkness masking the chills
Laughter shared over cheap thrills
Middle fingers flashed generously
Hoping the wind will carry us past imagination land
As it drops a pair of trouble makers off far away
In a twisted reality of our own creation
Transforming us into ghosts of our former selves
Two wraiths celebrating the afterlife
Free from overbearing rules
Laws laden with strife
Forget the stress
Make yourself a ******* brick wall of confidence
And let them just try to tear you down
Hand in hand, we'll walk away from society
And don't you worry about the silence of solitude
Your adorable giggle will do all the talking
Come Home Great Wind
your absence saddens
the hearts of many people

we no longer
share the blessed
abundance with you
at the dinner table
the bread of our lives
has grown stale

the rooms of our house are
bereft of your laughter

the music of your
voice fails to adorn
our ears

your songs of
happiness have
evaporated from
the air

your beautiful smile
no longer lights the
dim hours of the day

your certain friendship
is a sharp loss for all who
who trust in your love

there is a great gap
in the hearts
of those that love you
all are crestfallen
that you are not
among us

Feeds Us with Maize
fills her serving bowls
with tears of anguish

Blue Fox swims
across oceans in the
search for you

Little Feather
soars with heartache
in his flight to find you

Lighter than Air
leaps atop
the worlds
greatest peaks
hoping to discover
the crag you may
have fallen into

Clouds cover
the keen vision
of Moon Eyes
he detects no
sight of you

Startled Bear
traverses endless
roads seeking you
all he finds is the
emptiness of
his heart

Sweetpea waits
by the door, hoping
you’ll soon step
across the portal
of a loving sanctuary

Dearest Great Wind
we know your benevolent
spirit is large, your selfless heart
open and eager to care for the
Good Earth and
all God’s Children

when you have
finished filling
the sails of
bold schooners
traversing great lakes

when you have swept
the streets of leaves
marking the march
of a new season

when your exertions
have melted the
snow of winters
hardships

when you have completed
scattering seeds across
the Great Plains so we may
sow next seasons bounty

when you have filled
the lungs of a newborn
with a first blessed breath
or anointed the infirmity
of the aged with a tender touch

when your compassion has
kissed the fevered forehead
of a homeless mother and
nurtured her children
with a gentle breeze

when you have filled the trumpets
hailing righteous justice and
alighted the soothing flutes
with a healing balm

come home Great Wind

we know you are at
home in everyplace
you travel

every village and tribe
welcomes you as a
beloved sister

we ask you to return
to your ancestral home
where you grew
into the loving presence
you are today….

fill our banners
with the pop of joy again

ring the wind chimes
with the echo of your presence

fill our hearts with
the melodious love
of your songs

your bed is prepared
a wholesome meal awaits
Sweetpea remains
vigilant in her watch
the family circle
waits to embrace
you again

Great Spirit
if it be your will
align her compass
to direct her home

steer the weather vanes
to the cardinal points
to show her the way

Come Home Great Wind….

Selah

Music Selection:
Jimi Hendrixs
Wind Cries Mary



Easter 2015
Oakland


dedicated to the spirit of Meg
and a prayer to lead her home…

Great Wind is Meg’s Indian name
Feeds Us with Maize, Heidi
Blue Fox, Glen
Little Feather, Patrick
Lighter Than Air, Nish
Moon Eyes, Ned
Startled Bear, jbm
#FINDMEG
My daughter Meaghan Elizabeth McCallum has been missing since March 10, 2015..... This is a prayer to lead her home....
I'll make you a doll of clay;
I'll fire it and paint it for you.
You can love the doll or break it.
Take the doll instead of me,
so if the doll gets broken I'd still be okay.
 Oct 2015 Marieta Maglas
fifi S
A hummingbirds whizz
   Special delivery from Mom
       Her love calms my heart


©js, 2015
I was missing mom when her favorite little bird flew by...so I drew the hummingbird and wrote this haiku.
 Oct 2015 Marieta Maglas
Ronny B
Fragile self: bleed.
Abandoned puzzle: incomplete.
No stars shining in the night.
No sun rising in the east.

Forever dawned upon the darkness,
Nightmares; eternity of fear.
Thoughts recurring; creating pain,
Terror nothing can endear.

Don't extend your hand to me.
I'm no damsel in distress.
I need no knight in shining armor.
I know how to clean my own mess.

Don't say you'll be here for me.
Seasons alter; lies behold.
You'll never be able to fix me anyway,
My wounds will heal on their own.

Fingers crossed on broken promises;
Deception in the eyes of man.
People leave; people lie.
I'll save myself while I can.

I will be fine.
I'll be alright.
I won't give up yet.
I can still fight.

I will be my own sun.
I will light up my own day.
I will put stars in my own night.
I will drive my own fears away.

Things will be different.
Things will go wrong.
But life will go on.
And I will go on,

On my own.
©Ronnell Binueza
Petals the color of midnight. Thorns that ***** and draw out blood. A fragrance that can hypnotize. Flowers planted in a barren garden where nothing else will grow. Dark Roses bloom in the light of a blood red moon, flowers fit for a widowed bride. No love can be found in these flowers for they were sewn in the hard ground by grief and death. They serve only to testify of mourning and sorrow at death and tragedy of a love lost too soon. So grow the Dark Roses, a reminder of the pain of loss.
The imagery is meant to be symbolic of personal loss.
I am sure of it now.
That I'm the least sure of everything,
That I've ever been.

And if I close my eyes tight.
It won't change the fact that
I'll sit here until I turn green.

I've been in a depressing daze.
Rebooting a flattened soul.
Looking for comfort in all types of ways.

My mind was a maze as it were.
Now it's been blended.
And there seems to be no cure.

I am now sure!
Of a vortex inside
And nothing more.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Yeah, I am older and bolder
Reborn to be a fighter
Mature, yet I am responsible
Still not wanting any trouble

Getting older is not a problem
I am just wanting more time to be solemn
Quietude is a great opportunity
To evaluate my worth, my rights and duty

I am bolder, creativity is my passion
No time for heresays or wrong notion
I am teased by kindness and respect
Beauty is in the heart, not from what they expect

I am older and bolder,  just feel me now
I  was waiting for so long somehow
Explore my exotic beauty and madness
Take me, bathe me with your sweet kiss and caress

Oh, take me now, my love, I am yours
Lets have plenty of travels and tours
Take me to the heaven, take me to the moon
We will grow old together, our life will start soon!
Another mature piece...
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