There's a quiet murmuration
Of figments of my imagination
Dreams and broken notions
Feelings and emotions
Swirling and rearranging
Into ever-changing shapes in my mind

There are absent gods and howling dogs
And the broken backs of the poor
While jugglers perform tricks with wealth
As nobody seems to care anymore
Amidst marching boots as children shoot
And hope lies dead on the floor

There seems to be a ghost somewhere
Wandering high in purple mountains
And low in deep green valleys
And this roaming soul may well be
A kind of long lost truth
Inside my hidden mind

                               By Phil Roberts

By Arcassin Burnham


From emotional spectrums,
feelings are hellish,
i see the eyes , they shine , like everything was fine and dandy
in the gymnasium,
thinking there were some things i could have said,
there were some,

I could teach ya,
Remember when you had a crush on the teacher,
with the green eyes that passed by your desk for
attendance,
the hate filled jealousy that consumed my body,
that didn't mean on-going sessions of persistence,
i figured since we didn't talk,
i could introduce myself,
we can be study partners,
you don't ride the bus, you walk,
and I.
Am digging your personality so way over my head,
like what is reality, so gone,
why was everything so wrong?
your smile faded into clouds , whatever we had was strong,
i thought that in the moment of falling in love with
someone i connect with would never ever do me wrong,
you were on the verge of looking for attention,
i was on the verge of an annihilation,
instead of fighting bullies i was always in your corner
talking to you,
it was love , but i was feeling patient,

From emotional spectrums,
feelings are hellish,
i see the eyes , they shine , like everything was fine and dandy
in the gymnasium,
thinking there were some things i could have said,
there were some.

With Houston
For the right reasons
before you commit treasonous
acts of
Ripping the high notes

With the saxophone
Smooth violin
classic beats
guitar strings
Marvin Gaye

with time
am I alive
do I actually exist
Jay, Did we do it
did we
Reap the classic bars
from her chords

with chipping
Birds singing
Alicia klinging
Hearts breaking
Crying
Dying
falling
In love with piano

with emotions
regretting your mistakes
Written pearls
Dido flip
contained love
loved ones
roaming
moon walking

With soul
drums
disco
Diana
Ross
on jazz