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leolewin Jul 2017
Why are countries run like companies instead of communities?

Why do we prioritize a profitable margin over a healthy society?

Why when I try so hard to see the beauty in the world, does it continue to show me its ugly evil?

Is life redundant since we all end up dying?

Why do we die?

Is there anything after death? A heaven? A hell?

Probably not.
leolewin Jun 2017
Fluffy clouds float over head like the smoke dancing out of the captains pipe.

The ship slices through the waves, uninterrupted by the uneasy water.

A curious contentment captivates the captains thoughts as he smokes and ponders - his mind getting lost in the infinite blue.

His lips silently rehearse the vows for the women of his dreams - 50 years of life and this is his first encounter with a love stronger than his affection for the sea.

Smoke shapes resemble the eerie weight of the night.

A tempestuous wind starts to whirl. The concerned captain barks orders at his crew - they begin to batten down the hatches.

Colossal waves swell, this time the rocky water is not so easy for the aging ship to over come.

Swaying side-to-side the boat starts to wane.



The crescendo of the captains career is concluding with a storm unlike ever before.

Serenity turned to chaos in an instant.


Crashing, screaming, smashing, screeching - the ship is in for a fight.


Water mercilessly pours over the boat’s side rails, invading ever corner of the ship.


Slowly, slowly, they start to sink.


Screaming prayers won't save them now.

The captain’s quivering lips silently rehearse the vows  he will never speak.

Slowly , slowly, they continue to sink.
leolewin Jun 2017
Metamorphosize my inner eye, dimension shift, new paradigm. Distant lands, travelling through time -  seeking the secrets I may never find.

On the edge of the universe, I feel at home.


Ancient wisdoms of past existences echo throughout the galaxy just as stars twinkle.

It’s all so overwhelming…

At the galaxies end I am in searching for the context of life, and what it all really means.   Suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of ignorance seeps over me.

My journey is far from finished.
leolewin Jun 2017
Young boy, stop crying, don’t shed more tears.

One day you’ll be loved; one day you’ll be revered.

Young boy, be inspired by the stars at night.

Be open to the wisdom, be open to the light.

Young boy, make sure you always love yourself first.

Be in-tune with your truth, in the moment be immersed.

Young boy, don't be afraid to take a chance.

Who cares if you’re not perfect - only a few are, at a glance.

Young boy, be the change in which you seek, be bold be brave be your truest self - celebrate being unique.
leolewin Jun 2017
What if people valued connections over wealth?

What if you didn’t need to worry about nutrition to have health?

What if humanity was the first time the earth had cancer? And with every brick the tumour grew.

What if we’ve gone too far, way beyond repair. 



What if…
leolewin Jun 2017
The rain pours down outside.

Recent regrets feel like they’ve been haunting me a life time.

The wind whispers stories about joy and potential, faith and love.

The rain pours down and I watch.
leolewin Jun 2017
A paint brushed sunset.

A sandcastle by the sea.

Sitting on the beach I feel liberated and curious.  

Free from the restrictions of my anxious mind I start to wander.

Unsure of which direction to travel I pick a path and hope for the best.

The fiery sky distracts me as a stumble through the sandcastle -

it crumbles beneath my feet.

oops.
Francie Lynch Apr 2017
A great greening is on
Along the St. Clair River.
Across it, like hands in tight grip,
The Bluewater Bridge transcepts
A submersed dotted line.
The Stars and Stripes look sharp
Fluttering and greeting us.
Beside it,
The red Maple Leaf in full regalia
Snaps and spins beneath our Spring sun,
Now casting evening shadows easterward.
Donald is rattling Canada now with tarrifs and such, but our flags still fly side by each.
Red Panda Poetry Apr 2017
C old & cool
A iry & abuzz
N atural & noble
A ppetizing & appealing
D angerous & dandy
A muck & AWESOME
We went to Canada so, I thought I would make this fun acrostic to describe what is was like.
Rebecca Gismondi Apr 2017
I.
my roommate is
an extended sigh
she wakes up every morning and
makes French-press coffee,
which is foreign in my household
she has a soft heart,
liked a bruised peach
and when I smoke **** in the evenings
she talks about art house films
over sautéed cucumbers
and I pretend to listen

II.
I read somewhere this morning
that you should replace all your
“I’m sorrys”
with
“thank yous”
like, instead of
“sorry I am such a mess”
it should be
“thank you for loving me unconditionally
thank you for wanting to have my name coat your tongue
thank you for refurbishing my past like an antique dresser”
I haven’t once spoken these words
since being with you

III.
I walked down College without headphones
I could hear my blood’s humming voice
I carried the same three treats I bought with you:
a brownie
a s’mores bar
a Ruffles chip marshmellow square
at Crawford, I could hear you in the box
scratching like a rat
when I got home,
I lit a candle
and ravenously ate you on my bed
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