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 Mar 2013 Pep
Joseph Valle
"I can tell you that Dada was a leftist,
anti-bourgeois, non-Art birthed from WWI
and not some aleatory root to postmodernism
off-shot from a lurid acid rain.
I know that diffraction can be seen
on horizons in the early morning hours
of summer along smooth or dentate curvatures
and that it can have hues of blue, purple and
a soft-handed massage of orange that gingerly
applies pressure to your retinas with sugar-water.
If only eyes had lips that opened and closed.

"It is said that action is the birth of Manyness
and that non-action brings one's soul back to the Sage Mind,
the universe of Oneness, the cup longing to be fulfilled and how
upon brim overflow it longs to be empty once again
because of the relationship between Yin and Yang
and how one cannot Be without the other
and why perspective can change "full" to "empty"
so that the vicious cycle can never truly, truly end.
The difference between French Vanilla ice cream
and plain Vanilla is the degree of creaminess.
Fill up a bathtub and let it soak into my skin.

"There is no way for me to avoid being prolix about the things
I speak about in normal, day-to-day conversation. Science and reason
have accursed me to traverse this reality with the utmost care and precision
of language and society has forced pseudo-logic down my throat like
a bird screeching as it is forced past my pharynx and larynx.
Its sounds are amplified, beak-blared from my nostrils, and its wings are violent,
stretched against my neck skin, creating a pale-skinned, ship anchor image from my shoulders up.
I'll try to sing for you when you reach my trapdoor, I don't wish to eat you.

"I do not believe in anything because with everything comes a something,
a reason for its being. They are, 'from reason,' 'in reason,' and/or, 'for reason.'
There is no escaping this thought.
There is no escaping criticism.
I will find the Truth, mathematically calculated to infinity
from knowable circumstance and perception.
I will know everything and I will believe nothing."
 Feb 2013 Pep
Paige Miller
Torn
 Feb 2013 Pep
Paige Miller
It’s been one year.
A new coach and some new players
but the game is the same,
pass the ball, slide tackle instinctively.
Focus on slight movements of hips,
the way a player’s weight shifts.
Not a single one will get past you.
Wear your jersey like the scars you carry.
No longer torn, all that glitters is gold.
The heart clenches in anticipation.
Take a deep breath. You are home.
At the whistle, begin again.

It’s been six months.
This foreign country is a temporary home.
Touches still tentative, but your mind is sharp.
Don’t let the ball get torn from your legs.
Your team is counting the strips of tape
holding you together. It’s frustrating seeing
them timidly pass ***** in practice,
waiting around to catch you.
It takes time to get back,
but you will be better because of it.

It’s been three weeks.
Every step is agony, fire worthy of Hell.
You must carry the burden on one leg,
cry behind closed doors and watch
your team grow without you.
Take one step
and another before crashing.
Feel the stitches torn from your knee.
Get back up. Fall again. Want to sit on that floor forever.
Get back up. Your team is waiting.

It’s been two minutes.
Struck in the knee you collapse
into the grass. Scream. Louder.
Time stops. Your captain signals the trainers.
It is cold in their shadows.
Put your hands over your eyes because seeing
is believing. Let them strap you to a stretcher,
strain your leg while hopes of gold
fade from your vision.
Why was it you? You were there.
Can you ever get back? Is this the end?
 Jan 2013 Pep
JM
Euthanasia
 Jan 2013 Pep
JM
Thinking of days past,
Quietly, he turns a page.
The ocean beckons.
 Dec 2012 Pep
Erica
Rain
 Dec 2012 Pep
Erica
I miss you.

I went hoping to feel you.  Encompassing me in the breeze,
Grazing my skin with the sun.
Memories surrounded me but I couldn't feel you.
Disappointment made a nest, he settled in the hole in my chest.
In retrospect, I know you were there.  Standing behind me as I sat on that cardboard box upon the hill.
Then came the rain.
A sprinkle at first, then fat, salty drops.  Standing there, eyes closed I begged to you let me feel you.
I didn't know then, but I saw you.  In the empty shells open, vulnerable in the sand.  I saw you in the green grass, dancing in the wind.  In the sky, a quick turning grey.  I saw you in the trees to my right and the small waves before me.  I saw you, love.

I miss you.
 Dec 2012 Pep
William Cowper
(Genesis, xxii.14)

The saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For when they least expect His aid,
The Saviour will appear.

This Abraham found: he raised the knife;
God saw, and said, "Forbear!
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;
Behold the victim there."

Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand;
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save the invaded land.

When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more;
But God prepared a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

Blest proofs of power and grace divine,
That meet us in His word!
May every deep-felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord.

Wait for His seasonable aid,
And though it tarry, wait:
The promise may be long delay'd,
But cannot come too late.
 Dec 2012 Pep
Lucky Queue
Roses are red, but only sometimes
And I don't care much for them anyways
Violets are never blue
But I like crepe myrtles better
Sugar is sweet, but too sweet for me
I'd much rather have spicy
As for you? You're only sweet all the time
Other times, you're incredible.
It's way too early for valentines day, isn't it?
 Nov 2012 Pep
Dennis Meeker
To fight on.
To continue the battle that is under your skin.
To not give up, unless sacrificing for others.
To feel the pressure on you caving in.

Some days there will be bliss.
A relaxing peace.
A sweet happiness.
The calmness seems to never cease.

Danger comes to play in life.
We work passed it.
A danger we put in the past.
We see the past and must omit.

We shouldn't give up on anything,
No matter how small.
They will make us grow,
They will build up us all.

Some things you have to do,
No matter how bad or scary.
We move on and on,
Remembering to be wary.

Not all of our lives are fortunate.
I've heard of some amazing stories.
Hearing of people's triumphs,
And of their glories.

We keep another soul in us all.
Helping us fight.
Helping us unite.
Showing us the light.

Whenever you get a chance,
Tell your story.
You never know what could happen.
Remember that you are a quarry.

After the battle,
The view is horrid.
The walk a sad one.
Your head will feel torrid.

Why is the aftermath so bad?
Why do people go down the wrong path?
The stubborn ones who try to be heroes.
They felt what is selfisheness' wrath.

Not me.
I walk on down going my way.
I continue to move down road.
Making sure not to go astray.
Sometimes at night my mind goes every which way. I like just writing down what I am thinking about.
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