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 Sep 2014 Rada
Rhandom Rhymer
While strolling down a river heading seaward
I stopped beneath a sweeping willow tree
And lay peacefully gazing upward
Till slumber’s charms warmly captured me

An idyllic scene that seldom could be rivaled
All round, nature’s gifts were freely poured
And yet in the midst of untold beauty
Was a strident note of sad silent discord

Oh, why weepest thou willow
In this beautiful field of green
What memories create your unhappiness
What sorrows have you seen?

Can a willow yearn to meet another willow?
Does loneliness drive your arms so wide?
Does the lush, soothing facade of your canopy
Conceal a broken heart, deep inside?

Sometime later I awoke in thoughtful silence
Oh Willow, why does’t thou weep
What were your sapling aspirations
What sad and sorry secrets do ye keep?
 Sep 2014 Rada
Matt Kukulski
My eyes wander the land before me,
Mind new and refreshed from years of slumber.
From above the land, I’m able to see
Rows of flowers too many to number

Under the shelter of infectious gloom,
Crawling low to ground not knowing they hide.
Nature’s avenging shadow will bring doom;
Lost recurring message of those who’ve died.

I come down to their familiar land,
And with a closer look inspect each one.
White they are clean as they lie in my hand.
Dark red stripes appear untouched by the Sun.

Some stripes slim and slender, yet some were wide.
Each unique together always the same,
Few rise tall to sky and refuse to hide.
They reach for more and shall never be tame.

Roots dug deep in ground hold something profound,
With not many reaching out to the rest.
From Nowhere there comes an advancing sound
Of power and way I truly detest.

‘Twas perpetual sound of upright men.
Evermore this human crowd leads forth life,
And rage overcame me the moment when
They cut down the free plants with scathing knife.

It is a sight I couldn’t stand to see.
How could people do something clearly low?
Emotion I burst out, “Don’t cut down thee!”
“Never, no! For we mustn’t let them grow.”

Enraged but captivated I observe
The way they care for the other flowers.
Down to their foundation stems bend and curve,
While forth comes misled creative powers.

The split men search left and right to please all,
And they do it with a chemical spray.
Destroys inside; leaves bitter taste of gall,
But gives the plant an outer shining ray.

It takes over. Deluded roots became
Distorted as all of nature weeps woe.
Emotion I burst out, “You are to blame!”
“Never, no! For we mustn’t let them grow.”

The plants yearn for chemicals and justice;
Can’t have both what men have done they don’t know.
Emotion I burst out, “You must stop this!”
“Never, no! For we mustn’t let them grow.”

The light and glimmer are nothing but fake.
The ruin within I could not ignore.
The lives of these plants they surely do take.
Turn away I want to see it no more.

I walk their reverse, way out of the dark.
Forever be their ways I cannot change,
But can only hope to leave minute mark;
The world behind out of visual range.

Walking I consider ways I condone.
Ideas bring my wits to this world’s edge.
Break from emotion otherwise alone.
Shatter the shackles I forever pledge.

Sanity saved by a radiant light,
Distant, coming open away from shade.
Relieved, I find a plant with immense height.
Simple but improved beauty gods have made.

Plain and yellow, innocent as a child.
Unrestrained from scornful stripes, I believe
This vita with temper and anger mild
Will prove I discovered genuine Eve.

Below lay weeds confining the bold soul,
Encompassing, trying to overtake,
But in its structure you can find no hole,
And its roots and foundations cannot break.

Wanting its inner smile to be evermore
I search myself for water deep inside,
And give it to the pure light I adore.
Earning affection and trust I confide.

When thirsty I’m there with water to drink,
Guiding with assent and comforting hand,
While flower and its hope never will shrink.
It must accept my gifts and understand.

Show the world to my prayers and wishes solved
As it grows in my presence, life of joy.
I’m pleased and jubilant to be involved
With this light that weeds can’t hide or destroy.

For the first time it holds someone that cares.
Gave it natural and beautiful rise.
Life and life plentiful nothing compares.
Desire turns out to be more than surprise.

The men come by, couldn’t handle the sun.
They finally take note my plant’s great height.
What sinful and wrong act could I have done?
The look on their faces is that of fright.

With delight I smile at their ways amiss,
And look deep into the eyes of my foe.
Emotion they burst out, “You must stop this!”
“Never, no! For I must let this life grow!”
 Sep 2014 Rada
Lucanna
I yearn to shed my love
like my summer skin
It holds me down to earth
futile and forcing
It reminds me of the good I should be
the committed
constructive
civilized person I could be
I want to shed that dignified person
staring back at me
She looks so poised
So beautiful
and wide eyed
Arms wide open
I want to shed these form fitting clothes
and nine inch heels
and I want to cut off my big hair
and get rid of th
 Aug 2014 Rada
emily webb
01.
 Aug 2014 Rada
emily webb
01.
You were light like tissue paper
Crackling and brightly colored
Falling in layers and tinting my space

I wore you like a dress
And never got more compliments
Though barely wrapped, lacking expertise
I stretched you out in the sun
To keep the grass from sticking to my skin
The weather’s been dry, and the dust felt unpleasant
I held you up against the rain
And invited someone under
Smiling to have you between us and getting wet

And I ruined you like tissue paper
Easily torn and crippled by moisture
Stuck to walls in pieces
The rest of you makes grotesque confetti
To celebrate whatever I have left to celebrate
 Aug 2014 Rada
Lappel du vide
jerry's voice weaves a net
to catch my drunken skin,
sagging and dancing against
his cherry pie voice
warm and sweet in the dark of
the 7:17 dawn,
sun still sleeping behind a tall mountain range.

it makes me ache for open hearted
companions
barefeet wet from dew and black from distance
fearless,
unapologetic as they scream their throats out
raw splattering on the gasping earth from
the heaven high rooftops.

flowers poked through the pores
of ocean flavored skin,
peeling from laying too long
in the morning-faced
sun.

i wonder why people feel
so ancient, when their skin is still so young.
we've built this generation in the
imprisonment of fear,
the shrill avoidance of beauty,
we've forgotten what it feels to be living
free and loving
true,
and that's why you see so many young bones
crumble when their lives have just
begun.
 Aug 2014 Rada
Terricka Tyndell
He fondled the lines on my palm with tips of his fingers

Convinced the heavier with a gentle urge to seek out moonlight

Suggested to the thinner to inch upward as if it had lost its way

Pressing lips softly against skin unhinging secrets onto landscapes

that scream tears, whispering with gazing fingers, secrets unspoken.

Holding there the traces of his lips caught beneath a scar on my shoulder.

He steadies, pushing breath against body.  Somehow, somewhere lost inside

And searches for me where he loves to hide.

Burning prints on skin as the rhythm of his words fill me.

The rough and the swollen seeking light and answers with skin.

A thumbnails half moon moves across my thigh quietly to his sense of Grace

and he is back inside waiting in the black that surround him warm and wet,

sweetly anchored as he softly strains for light—until…

a stretch of skin,

a pull of flesh

is known-

and bellies tremble beneath curious shapes into confused laughter and breath

His eyes are mine as I collapse and he finds he’s way inside…again
 Aug 2014 Rada
Owen Phillips
Ripple
 Aug 2014 Rada
Owen Phillips
Come with me into voluptuous darkness
And let your eyes and ears dissolve
Until we're just bodies
Standing and swaying in the warm wet breeze that blows up and out from the depths of the cave
Feel your skin unwind and twist with mine

And beside myself
I scrutinize
My actions until I
Am nearly still, nearly silent
Except in the mind
Where I am perturbed, violent
And I can't find you.

I feel your warm skin pressing against me
But you're kissing through me
Loving the space behind me
And I keep turning back to see who it is
And nothingness stares back into me.
30 January 2014
 Aug 2014 Rada
Kairee F
Cool, wet ringlets form in my hair,
Sweet aroma of precipitation.
Eyes wide open to a world widely shut,
All I can hear is its splashing
against the warm, solid grass
and the blacktop beneath my running feet.
Such a vast and beautiful place this is.
So, I halt to throw out my arms,
close my eyes,
and lay my head back
to just feel...
To feel the crash against my skin,
to feel the sun and rain collide
to feel the breath of the clouds surround me,
to feel fully alive.
 Aug 2014 Rada
carcass george
one day i will cherish the way my lungs fill
i will indulge in the way wet hair drapes against my skin
i'll forget how it feels to bleed into the sky
i'll find parts of me i lost in the house i grew up in
i will fall in love with the sound of mind
i will no longer decay
i will be the blood in my veins
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