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 Sep 2012 Paul C
K Balachandran
When I looked at the mirror,
this morning, in a hurry,
*my father who left five years ago, forever
lovingly looked at my eyes.
 Jul 2012 Paul C
Brad Pietryga
Stephen, awake from your sleep
There is still business to attend.

It has been long since the world has put you to sleep
And longer still since you were made to attend
The stiff-necked meetings which denied the Holy Spirit
Any sort of hold over Death.

You were not chosen to preach the Word,
Nor to change the world with your life.
Yet, you did.
You did.

How did you fall asleep?
Awake, Stephen. Why have you gone?
Leaving us quickly, before your dawn.

Increasing in number, the people of God
Remembered that Word and Deed
Fulfilled every single need
That Moses wielded with his rod.

Not one of twelve, but one of seven,
Speaking of Spirits that remain unleavened.

Speak, Stephen, don't let us miss a word,
We are listening, among this angry horde.
We are listening.

Let them grind their teeth, I will sit back and cry,
As they close around you, each with a lie.

Speak, speak, speak.

The rocks, oh the rocks,
Why must you fly?
Let him shine through,
Oh God, let him shine through.

Stephen, awake from your sleep.
Stephen, awake.
Stephen.


I dare not disturb him, though silently he rests.
 Jul 2012 Paul C
Prabhu Iyer
You die every day, like this: you choose a life of slow
Death: through long nights, you burn away
Like the slowly fading lamp
Mourning some sombre memory,
Does it matter to know, you love me?

The mist dripping from the roof and the slow
Wind of the deep nights play to the dirge
Of a buried life, buried behind
Walls of smoke, unfathomed crypts,
Does it matter to know, you love me?

You sit for hours like this, silent like the moon
On an unwavering pond on a windless
Night, your eyes express so much,
But say nothing, like a valley of flowers
On a silent summer afternoon:

Does it matter to know, you love me?
 Jul 2012 Paul C
CA Guilfoyle
You were born of oceans,
glacial upheavals melting
a temperate forest of raining seas
I climbed your stair step moss
to see night stars mingle with fir trees
I watched through the night
only sleeping when stars did,
when birds came echoing
through your woods,
at first light, in mists of fog
verily I slept  
in forest song
It’s one of those cold, windy, nights,
One where the stars chose to hide behind the clouds,
I’ve called your phone a couple too many times.
Just thought I’d be able to hear your voice.

Your voicemail would’ve been good enough.

It’s only a little after ten.
And I can’t sleep to save my life.

The spot in my bed, where you used to lay,
Right next to me,
Just harbors some empty sheets,
Holding your smell in between.

It’d just be nice to have you here.

It’s getting a little later,
But I can’t seem to close my eyes.

So I’ll just roam the town.
Check out the old neighborhoods,
See some couples,
Walking hand in hand down the street.

And see your car parked up ahead,
Next to one I cant say I recognize.
I move closer and only see your bedroom light,
With two shadows.
And I choose to just drive by.

A couple more days move on past,
A few more seconds, that wouldn’t last.

And you slowly start to fade.

But the rain just started to fall,
As I look out the window pane,
And choose the one I want to win,
My eyes start to water, tears I no longer can contain.

And I just can’t seem to stop them.
Letting them fall a little faster.

Before I gain some composure.

I hear a car coming down the street,
Looking up the road to see a car I’ll always recognize.
You see me in the glass,
But he comes up behind me,
And you choose to just drive by.
ehh, it could be a song. It still needs some more lines to it, but here's a start. If you guys could tell me what you think, it'd be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much!
 Jul 2012 Paul C
CA Guilfoyle
The wind took my breath away
mingling with the sea
Your eyes of black obsidian
tumbled into me.

Overboard we slid beneath waves
deep as cormorants
our souls to be saved

Lungs, salty sea aired
our breaths of the day,
entangled in waterways
did soon float away

In ever deeper depths of love
what shall be learned?
If one dives ever deeper,
shall one not return?
 Jun 2012 Paul C
Bruised Orange
Were you to pass a thousand years drifting
In memories doubly drenched in sorrow,
You would find me pacing the shore waiting
To welcome you home, life's new tomorrow.

Within this land of love's patient slumber,
I will cradle your tender, worried heart
'Til time allows you to disremember
The burdens of grief which set you apart.

Then bring your ship sailing straight home to me;
I am forever your warm water port.
I've sent sweet scented streams out to your sea,
Now awaken to my gentle escort.

  My love is a current, steady and true
  I am your safe harbor;  I wait for you.
for John
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