I will walk to the edge of the world
Step, and a step, and another
Through sunny days and vineyards,
Smell of horse ****,
Spring flowers, bright green leaves
and fruit too hard and sour to be eaten

We will carry her to the edge of the world
Her feet soaking in the uneven strenght of lifted arms
In the salty water of the ocean
Sweaty armpits and wet foreheads
And still,
Scent of cheap wax and lavender

There will be dancing
Fast paced sad songs
Holy ***** of wide skirts and tight shirts
Blessed by the lady of the dark cave
Sacred mistress of thousand seas

An oblivious future
And a cynical heart
A spark of hope
And a joy of an answered prayer
A moments of love
And mending of its broken pieces
An answer I can't seem to find
A hatred knocking on my way
A light that shutter all the darkness
A chance to be renewed
And gaining a new heart
A choice and its consequences
A learning for each mistakes
And His faithfulness throughout May

May the month of Monsoon
Rain pours all the day
Sun is hidden but this rain feels good

I am laying in my cozy bed
while all my wander thoughts
caressing and harassing to and fro

My thoughts are more likely to stop by
Near an Angel who warms me up
If my world is in a hidden place
Nothing more sweet will ever come close

Crying rain in the month of May
Twenty seven years ago - 15th '89
I have heard an invitation to the Autumn
When my father takes the hand of her bride

Spring - Summer Autumn and this Rain
All made me wander far too away
I am asking nothing from this rain
Mubmbling ' let it be' slow in the way

To meet another human* in the places that you go
you have be a seeker of the things you want to know
And not just in a way that makes it easy to have been
but so much more connected to the souls inside your skin
'Cause even if you shatter like a clay that enters heat
there cannot be a ****** lest you dare admit defeat
So wait beside the doors that mark the exit you have sought
and let yourself remember why you walked into your thought
The answer could be simple in a complicated way
but you will never see it if you make the choice to stay
I wanted you to speak without the fear of holding on
without believing you are but a shadow of a song
For that can be a mess that you intentionally made
to prove you aren't here because of something you can say
Forget we have the limits we ourselves create and ****
the passion you've been chasing could be living in you still

I've spent a year
Loving you
With nothing in return.

I think it's time to stop.

We used to celebrate the fifteenth of May
as the day we first started dating. Though
you thought the fifteenth was the correct date,
we did not start our relationship in May.
We started in June, a few weeks
after my graduation. The fifteenth
of May was the day we first started dating,
but we only dated for a week, and then
you dropped the let’s stay friends bit.  
A month later, we tried again,
and that try lasted for two years.
Perhaps the superstition of our first fifteenth
brought us to where we are, perhaps not.
But the fifteenth of May is in a few weeks,
so where are you, my friend?

© Matthew Harlovic

they sentenced anarchy to death in 1887.
in the wake of the Haymarket Affair,
they tried in vain to hang a fifth figure
on a chilly November day,
attempted to fit a noose
on an idea that's bullet-proof.

solidarity.
liberty.
equality.

a refrain that remains in remembrance
of Engel, Fischer, Parsons, Spies,
and every man, woman, and child
whose life was robbed by the State
before his or her time.

a mantra celebrating the universal
qualities capable of unifying humanity
even in the face of an apparatus arraigned
to divide
and segregate.

we march in Chicago and Seattle,
in Toronto and NYC,
continuing the fight they began
for dignity and a living wage—
our burning rage growing to a conflagration
as we wave black flags and reclaim
the city streets from killer cops
and corporate oligarchs.

authority an illusion we will shed  
in the tides of black and red, united
against injustice.

I wanted to write about the 1st of May
Pagan dancers and girl queens dressed as Fey
With green budding leaves in a delicate crochet
Adorning their hairline in a graceful spray
Crocus and bluebells weaved into archways
They twist their ribbons in a beautiful bouquet
In ancient ritual they move and sway
Respecting the Spring Gods their blessings to pay  
I wanted to write about the 1st of May ......
But what I should be writing is a fu*king essay...!!

(C) Pixievic

Oh, Princess,
I missed you like crazy,
dying of Winter cold,
graving.
I turned into shadow.

With your lips made of light
kiss me back to life,
save me.

How beautiful you are,
how bright green are your eyes,
and how sparkling are diamonds
in your tiara.
And your floral dress again
drives me
crazy.

Turn me
into cherry blossom tree.
Skylark me, robin me into the song,
iris me, moisten my stalk.
Breastfeed me day and night,
like a new born baby -
I am one.

Spring me, May me
one more time. Make me
young and free.