To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love Buildings built for reasonsFacades fall awayThe incomplete load of bricksStructure that permeatesEvolving conceptsFaith in the people who move throughWe strive for a realityWhat education tells usBuilt in a two river drain basinFloods bring together and wash awayA place for everyoneMoving beyond cracks in concreteThe stage for naturePeace … Continue reading Spiritual Boomtown: James Adamson
Category: Poets
Friendly Neighbourhood Psychosis: Spencer Elliot Carr
Isn’t it a pleasantand comforting feelingwhen you realizethat what youare currently experiencingis not novel and newnor another vestibular episodecreeping up on youbut only the familiargarden-variety psychosisyou always experiencecoming home to roostyou can quit hyperventilatingand just coast throughas your senses go ona journey of sightthat is just anotherday at the officeas you wonder how muchyou can … Continue reading Friendly Neighbourhood Psychosis: Spencer Elliot Carr
True Lovers: Cassandra Kulay
The unblinking eye of truthfollows me as it follows you.You are trying to avoid detection,I am sheltered by your protection.We can’t be shielded by our affection,forever lost in our soulful connection.This world is harsh, there is no doubt,if you need help, people pretend notto know what you’re talking about.Capitalism is supposed to trickle downbut the … Continue reading True Lovers: Cassandra Kulay
Reminiscing: Betty Carmichael
The massage was a good one! I was wanting it to last. But all good things come to an end. (Old cliché’). I distinctly remember the clicking sound of his fingers. His hands so very strong and the pressure from them gave me a most relaxing feeling. The strength and movement caused a pressure on … Continue reading Reminiscing: Betty Carmichael
The Alien: Robert St.Germain
Feeling so separate from everyone.Not finding my place under the sunA loner by nature, what can I do?Maybe I am a lot like youI feel like I come from some other placenot understanding the human race.I am just a misfit that never fit in.Just because I am odd does'nt make me full of sin.From the … Continue reading The Alien: Robert St.Germain
Time: Marjolaine Brodeur
Tick tock, tick tock,The hands of the clockIt’s face ever boundGo round and round. Tick tock, tick tock,in a monotone talkthat spares no oneand it’s never done. Tick tock, tick tock,time kept in stock,seconds ever found,to tell its sound. Tick tock, tick tock,tick tock, tick tock,no way backwardsalways forwards. Tick tock, tick tocktick tock, tick … Continue reading Time: Marjolaine Brodeur
Ramblings #2: Jan McCartney
It is a real shame, this crazy old worldgetting so bad and not seeing it.It has got to be soon that it changes its styleand starts doing more than a little bit.I mean, people have got to start opening their eyesand really see what they have been doing!They might think it is only a game … Continue reading Ramblings #2: Jan McCartney
Our Music: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love The universe has music of the spheresThe solar system and our moon and planetWe interpret most, what we are familiar withThe moon had a sea of tranquillity long before we named itMars had huge canals and rivers long before our imagination conjured themVenus was our best hope … Continue reading Our Music: James Adamson
Where’s All the Love?: John Oross
When it began;There’s no way of knowing.Everything seems to be going,WRONG! When will it end?There’s no way of knowing.Everything seems to still be going,WRONG! Where’s all the love?We need it now that the market’s down!We need some love!Where’s our food going to come from? The time is now;This is when the strong keep going.Even they … Continue reading Where’s All the Love?: John Oross
Gambling on L-Dopa: Spencer Elliot Carr
Light as a featherStiff as a boardLight as a featherStiff as a board Swallowing thehalf yellow pilla shot ofdopamine straight tothe brainthe opposite ofwhat I should needeach breakfast aLast Supperlucky lottery ofpotential psychosison the linebut for 3 blissfulhourssteadinesspain in myjoints subsidesthe tremoloends andI am stilland thenthe glass slippercomes offclock strikesmidnight andI wait forthe next dose
