I am old.
Very old.
My birth was a collision of particles in an infinitely dark place,
And it’s funny because I spend half my time blinded by this light
That I’m unceasingly drawn to.
I think I’m in love with it.
But then it disappears and for a while I am reunited with my mother.
My mother is vast, you know.
Full of wisdom itself.
Sometimes she asks me how I am because my cells are silly
And go to war with each other.
I try and tell her I’m fine,
But then I sigh and my skin trembles and cracks,
And those silly little cells fall in and wither.
I need to be careful.
I am fragile because they are fragile.

The light isn’t fragile though.
I am young, but I know I am in love with it.
It is my breath, my everything, my all.
And it makes me feel as if I am all green inside.
Perhaps I am.
I want to rush to the light all at once, but I am shy.
I inch forward.
It gives me time to think, though.
Sometimes the light is harsh.
It burns my silly little cells and they cry out, and sometimes I cry too,
Because they are so fragile and so am I.
They are so small and so am I.
I cry because love is a collision, like birth, like death.
I cry because we are star-crossed lovers,
And I am out of my depth.

The man named Susa

Susa called her *strong just now
Her father whispered to the girl
Telling her of how he had asked
After his daughter, saying
"I can tell how strong she is."
Her father was given no
Further explanation for this
Susa is Buddhist, deeply impressed
By the girls knowledge of his
Own country religion culture
"You seem to know so much!"
Of course the girl replied, smiling
She explained her own encounters
With spiritualism meditation prayer
Susa proceeded, stories of his family
How he lived, his encounter yesterday
"It was the birthday of the trees."
The girl caught her breath
At the respect one man could have
For all that co exists around him
A juxtaposition of nature and commercial
Scarcity of wealth, yet such privilege
Susa, wrapping a sarong around the girl speaks again
"Everyone wants to know your name!"
The girl seemed sought after, intriguing, a western wonder
She is politely interrupted by an elder
Susa speaks, translating with ease
"This man was asking if you were English."
The girl, her father returning, both nod

Finally, they take their steps into the temple
Susa explains the blessings of the
Holy Water and it' offerings
"You can see this girl pray, place her head under the water"
Nightmares migraine nervous system
All promised to be cured by such

The secret only known between the girl
And the man
Is that the girl is shedding lining
Perhaps the biggest sin
Resisting entrance to the Holy Temple
Of this magical landscape
Pushed aside, alone she waits

Pondering why either with child
Or without
No woman of such is allowed?

© Sia Jane

The Ride Of Your Life

It begins as you are just a child
As you wait each year to grow
You watch as others go there first
Then you reach your stepping stone

They say there's rules to this ride
And try to lock you in your place
You begin your uphill journey
With a smile upon your face

You go slowly up a long steep hill
As you enjoy the scenic view
Then you rest a moment at the top
As time stands still for you

You crest the hill and begin to fall
Heart beating in your chest
The bottom comes so very fast
But your rides not over yet

You hit that curve you dont expect
And you hang on for your life
It throws you through a loopty loop
Then it rights you just in time

A few more hills and one last turn
Then a slow unwanted stop
You're happy that you took life's ride
But Lifes ride's not long enough

Carl Joseph Roberts

She means the world to me
Just like air is to the drowning man
I bend my rules for her as much as I can
Just because I want her to be happy

I hold her in the secret place of my thought
Just as secrets are save with the dead
Am a vulnerable man with no guide
Just because her happiness is important

How I wish she knows all this
Just as every child learn ABC
I will never pen this down to the public
Just because I hurt so bad for her ignorance

I love her but she care-less