If you must love, love yourself first. For respect only comes, when you are honest with yourself. Your courage can only be found, if you are humble enough to accept, what is and what comes. The truth only comes, when you are wise enough to know the difference. When will you know? When the time … Continue reading Untitled: Peter Herget

I cannot forget you, it’s like a dream. Sometimes things happen that are not what they seem. I tell my heart you are someone I hate, but for some reason I know it is too late. I know I cannot have you, you are something forbidden, so I guess my feelings will just have to … Continue reading From a Distance: Papion

The jumping fish sends laughter, Rippling across the quiet blue river. It breaks against my feet, and I hear a voice chant. Let it never end, the laughter that breaks from the still, enchanted water. I sing a song, whose words form breath that rustles the leaves, of a dark green forest. Sleeping in the … Continue reading Karyn: Kelvin Iris

TAKE me as I am I am a humble man torn in many ways but I have heart. Giving all away waiting for love I am filled with hope. Take me as I am I am a fallen man one who has died in many ways. Giving for the sake of all so that others … Continue reading Take me as I am: John Oross

Lacing the sky like a net, like a garbage can overturned in a back lane. They cradle their message even in silence, they intersect into our behaviour like bad weather. Even the city's havens take us towards the structure of chaos. The ordered wires buckle and sway to the muddy and confused sight. What moon … Continue reading Telephone Wires: James Adamson

First school dance, t-shirt and jeans, paid fifty cents, and walked through curiosity's front door; and there without warning, came the invasion of the female persuasion, first slow dance, first kiss, on a gym floor; and though it all did not go as planned at the time, thought I had graduated from boy to man; … Continue reading First School Dance: Gerald Herron

It has been some time since the first glow, the afterglow of learning and achieving understanding, appreciating the pregnant silence, the worry about checks and balances because you are too glad, too proud of mastering design after design, turning over stones.  In your mind, you are crafting excuses for all this knowledge, whether or not … Continue reading Academia: Cassandra Kulay