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Let it snow,
The routine needs to break.
And let the sun shine,
Because the day needs to be normal again.

You said you were worried
I wouldn’t like you
if you were truly yourself

That I wouldn’t be able
to handle you
If you really let go

But I say to you:

Unfurl yourself in me

unleash your fragrance and
spread wide your petals

as if I am the moon
and you are a nightflower

Release your billowing waves
and crash over me

Then drag part of me back with you
So I will always be soaking

Root yourself
Deep down in me
So I am the
Soil you thirst upon

For my love you have no Idea

how long
I have been
Waiting

I sit covered in the dark, overwhelmed with washed colors,
Suspended in limp between brightness and the depth of black.
Bitter and uncontrollable,
Distracted and hot,
Burned and empty
And at the same time as full as never before.
Members of the infinite heat,
Unhealed ….
Eternal, ongoing.
And this heat is trying to pour outside, get out of me
As if I was just a shell, a toy that he liked.
I don’t want to give up to him
At the same time, his presence soothes me.
He calms down, drinks pride and happiness
And promises better.
And when I stand here in the dark my body wraps the gait,
He pierces my bones, but he can’t reach it.
He is still glowing there, the rays of the scarlet.
And I am, I am standing, I am a shell.
An empty dish of the fire standing on the ice.
I am and I am not
Because he is – fire.
He consumed me and will not return his property,
The body will not be renounced,
It will not go through the air.
Has a soul only sometimes not peaceful willow, it rebels,
But what about it, since the body of a burning scarlet cannot get rid of.
And although the frightened eyes of the corpses,
coal -fired coal of a scarlet,
Before my eyes, visions are taking place,
And although human members digested in red,
So how can I stop?
This fire is ongoing and is getting harder, it explodes with heat,
Boiling blood …

I hate drinking… …makes my heart love, my soul yearn

Firey hells
of the water that burn.
An exhausting breath
forcing a will to learn.

Never again,
taking for granted,
the food I eat,
from the seeds I planted.

Barely touching the depths,
with the tips of my toes
while panting above the surface
barely living on H2O.

Waiting for death to take me,
or you to crack the ribs,
grab my heart, and make me
love you once again.

Bare naked on the floor,
wrapped in seduction,
two erections
penetrating the soul.
You’re the only one I want to know.

I Wish you weren’t so prude
Had a little sense of concern

The punctured ship will sink
Everyone to downturn

You ruined your name and you prestige
And went into discard
Profiteers will always be afraid of
losing their rotten life

You will be extra pyre
To destruction and overthrow fire
And No one will respect you in
The future without a prior

And we’ll prove you

You’ve given them strength
Your endless greed has led them be

Without your capital
They will fall to their knees

You have been with us like a real
Companioned agnate
They will no longer support you when
They see seats are stagnate

You will be extra pyre
To destruction and overthrow fire
And No one will respect you in
The future without a prior
Time will prove you
You’re providing them

Life is like ocean

Life is like an ocean and the waves inside are like the days

Days of our lives

They come and go

Gone forever

Never coming back

Each wave carries its own good and bad

Just like each day brings its own joy and sadness

so enjoy every wave,

Wave in the ocean

And every day,

Days of your life

Because when they’re gone they never come back

Life is like an ocean

Performed by Val Cole

The Devil’s Arches

Heavy as the devil’s arches,
Weighing down on me.
A row of pretty larches,
Smiling down on me.

Down that chosen path,
The choice was never mine.
Down I meet the wrath,
Of the devil’s arches.

Heavy as the weight of tears,
Bearing down on me.
A single rose it leers,
Smiling down on me.

Down that chosen path,
The choice was never mine.
Down I meet the wrath,
In the shadow,

Performed by Val Cole

BEAUTY IS A JOY FOR EVER, by Eileen Moynihan

‘A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever’ (John Keats)

Spring has sprung, they say…
Truly, this is a magnificent day.
Pure white magnolia opens delicately,
Tulips with green leaves push
Through the warming earth,
Strong and determined to flower soon.

This week we buried my aunt,
Beautiful colourful flowers
Marked the place, beside her daughter
Who died too young.
Her many children gathered around
Will keep special memories of her
This Mother’s Day.

Re-connections blossomed
Amongst old and young,
A coming together to celebrate
The life of a hard-working woman,
Who always had style and beauty.
It too was a glorious day.

Performed by Val Cole

The Prisoner to the Jailer
by
Eugene Butler

To what do I owe this honor that you should visit me?
I, who cannot visit those who visitors be.
Are you here to sit and stare at what you see?
What you see is a used to be.
A little of this, a little of that, from the richest man in all the world to a man who’s lost his
hat.
From the blind man who kept his glasses clean to a ballerina grow fat. A little of
this, a little of that and what you have is a used to be and a used to be is what you see.
I used to be a King.
“He did?” you say.
Yes. I did, tis true.
But not a very good King.
For when I was a King, I found that my Crown was nothing more than a heavy metal thing that those all around found to be something which from me they wanted to free.
Too much distraction.
Too much reaction.
A King has not the moment, nor the least part of a moment’s moment, to even stop and ponder the stars for fear of someone removing his stopped and unmoving boots.
A paradox: tis better to seek than to possess, to have not than to have got, to lose than to win only to lose again, as with the Christian to the Priest
He who follows makes most of the least.
So, I renounced my Crown and abdicated all in exchange for the byway to the Highway
My way.
Into the Crowd I dove, headfirst upon my nose.
Scrapped, but still breathing, with the moonlight I arose.
And traveling by its path of charcoaled light I easily crept past those who had stopped to doze. Came to a ladder, down I climbed, each step taken was a higher crime.
It’s true, yes tis.
I drank with Satan, got drunk with sin, sobered up with Jesus, then back again.
Sold myself on one corner to buy on the next, if threat didn’t get it I’d try it with a grin
But I never gave out what I didn’t take in and I never took in more than I gave out.
Tantamount. Equal. Equivalent. Equs a Peerio.
Oh, along the way I did, when did was the only thing to do, stop to pick a pocket or two.
Or more.
But never did I…I repeat…never did I take from a child, nor his father, nor his mother — his father’s wife — nor his kin of any kind, anything, and I repeat, anything that did not make him all the more wiser for what he truly missed and that which he truly missed not.
For teaching useless physics, obsolete histories, they honor the professor more than his due.
For teaching life, and the precious facts thereof, they hang the tutor whom you now view.
So, I wish to invite you all to stay for the Hangman’s Ball.
To watch the feet go dancing to the tune of the Knee Bone Clap, as the eyes googly-gawk and the neck twists and snaps.
What greater show on earth than man killing man and death killing birth?
But, if the show is to continue and the hangman do his task, without a bit more bread and water…this main attraction may not last.

Performed by Val Cole

The River’s Prayer

The land lays my path
before my journey starts.
Bends me round rocks,
like we’re dancing a tango.

At times, the land flattens—
so I laze and giggle—
or slopes downward,
so I tumble and roar.

May no man dam me
and leave me damned,
straying me from the path
the land has laid.

May the sun not burn,
so that I rise and fade;
the earth not be parched,
so that it drinks me up;
the rains not be so heavy
that they hasten my journey.

Let me take with me
the secrets of lovers
who bathed in me.

Let me take with me
the sins of worshippers
who were baptized in me.

Let me take with me
salt from the land
to give the sea taste.

Let me take with me
soil from the land
to tell where I’m from.

Let the land lead me
to my destined sea …
a sea almost too big
to feel the land.