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A sea full of paper faces
breathing heavily to be heard

They crawl out of the darkness
to chase what was once assured

Hey there it goes they follow
an escape no substance just hollow

Since it’s time for their boosters
And finally the beasts status quo

Say places we’ll never do,
stories we’ll never share,
not even under the influence,
beds we won’t sleep in,
trash we will not go through,
whispers buried deep,
tender fear we might embrace.
And before long,
we’d better agree on words
we will not say.

I remember the wind was strong that day
I remember hoping
somehow
the wind would catch you
and blow you back to the ledge
and change your mind
like I couldn’t

Love is here;
Amid the tears;
A sorrow burning bright.
And as a lark;
Soaring in the dark;
A miracle of flight.
For when they say;
Love’s here to stay;
A glorious fruition.
I say those times;
A man of crimes;
Shall pay a grand tuition.
For it isn’t hate that binds us;
Just ourselves that will not change;
Wasting all our precious moments;
Beyond the heavens range.

I think I’m in love with someone
At least
not in the deeply, personal sense
It’s hard to explain
But it hits so hard in a way that I
don’t/can’t

breathe

Until It reaches out

It used to feel like a giant disapproval
from the day we first met
It was Carnal and obsolete
Yet It still wanted to thrive
Listening to that impulse,
begotten by our own threads

How can I lie?
Full of laughter
Heartfelt memories
Something that I miss because I got along
And quite reminisce
That this supernatural friendship that has followed-
Is actually fertile and
Hounds me as far as up until THIS.

Creeping in literal places
That don’t allow me to speak
For I see the energy
we both seem to be

It’s like we’re experiencing the animal, unnurtured
And quite tired
Giving ourselves the
Diatribe
That we’re not another’s diet

That we weren’t each others
diet

And that truth could lead to something else

Alone, faceted and unwound
Spiraled enough for one to hurt and make a mistake
Not a sound
But the time comes down
to now.

TRENDING in heartache that comes right back to you
Fiendish, undeserving
ridiculed and tormented right on CUE
Not because I need or DENY you
But it seems
this attachment needs to play through

That’s sought in the after hours of night
when the quiet makes you hungry
Maybe a little horny
Where the thought of you slips into dangerous territory

For it’s one I don’t smear
But fornicate in an appetite
I bequeath unto you
In private

In fact we are morsels, pieces to a puzzle
stuck as prisoners in a mindset
In a far off dream

Not letting go
But allowing our bodies to explore
The access and process
in which our bodies seem to TICK
Fluctuate
Hiding a degree
Led up by excitement
To know what IT IS

It seems so far away
In fact, just a dream
A little midnight lover
In order to release

By: Melissa A. Pastoriza

©2019 by Peter D. Bové

Deeds made in earnest lost
Float away hovering stay
Nothing truly goes away
Our yearning makes them stray
But only us not they
Sparkling light like day in night
In fright take flight
Grasp bonds of multidimensional sight
Brown sugar in a coffee cup
Every molecule knows all there is to know
Not time a factor to fathom
On the windowsill
When it rains it pours
Love to open doors
Wet with loves embrace
This morning her face
A tear
The sun
Through clouds
Race to soak a grief imagined
When all is hidden
In the cupboard of endless desires
Wants to light the fires of perpetual misdeeds
A stranger’s eyes
And the day begins

UNTITLED
©Chadwick Palmatier

Listening;
waiting, wanting, wishing
that it doesn’t hurt
or won’t;
ever.
I be the one
to learn, know, how
to cope.
Into a dream it becomes,
forever floating inside,
like a balloon.
Waiting to be popped…
I blow it up again.

Read by Val Cole

Visual Design and Editor Kimberly Villarruel

Sword of War

Would I were a soldier still – would I were yet still a knight
A servant of the beautiful – honor bound to all that’s right

I’d marsh’ll out to meet the foe – for her return to fight
Would I were love’s soldier still – would I were yet still her knight

But there is not now such need or cause – no need to make such war
For you are gone or never were – and will dwell here never more

I dreamt I stood atop a hill – on the edge of a black’nd vale
Beneath a sky, bled of its light – hanging somber, gloom and pale

I peered across that vast expanse – to the reach of my own sight
Through the smoth’rd stain of murk and air – to your tower ivory white

But gathered on the valley floor – in that gulf that lay between
The minions of the wicked hoard – stood in numbers never seen

They jeered and taunt’d “come down and die” – for you’ll see her never more
But the sky did crack of thunder then – as I drew my sword of war

I charged my stallion like a bolt – of raging fire, through their ranks
Their blackened blood, like a river, ran – that’d overflowed its banks

A storm of fury, we did fall – on all those who dared stand under
Rising, striking; my sword rained down – a hail of death and thunder

Cleaved and hewn, their bodies fell – to their ranks we did lay waste
Swept aside, like so much chaff – of our vengeance they did taste

Emerging from a sea of blood – we rode up from that vale
And coming to your hill top’s crest – sought you there to no avail

That length of land, I searched for you – to distant heights my eyes did strain
I searched throughout that valley rim – yet my search it was in vain

For the place you dwelt, t’was now gone – fully vanished from all sight
Not a stone or remn’nt there remained – of your tower ivory white

Then gleeful words rose from the vale – and wound their way into my ear
And faintly offered whispered thoughts – that I alone could hear;

“So sweetly crafted was our ruse – and it seems you’ve finally found
T’was a wisp of cloud now blown away – like an echo’s faded sound

A machination, by design – was this thing that you called love
We set it there, for all to see – on that hill top high above

T’was never true, this lure we laid – and pity seems you fin’ly find
T’was nothing but a conjured dream – that lived within your mind”

Down I slid my horse’s back – and there laid softly on the ground
Down I lay my sword of war – and into blackness my heart drowned

My soul bled out there, on the earth – the life inside me f’lly drained
A stone, I lay beneath that sky – of shadow’d murk that now hung stained

And there I linger’d pass of time – the length of which, I do not know
A corpse, I clung there to the ground – in that place I dreamt you so

But then there came, set on the wind – a voice far faint’r, yet more clear
With mercy softened words, it spoke – so familiar in my ear;

“Neither death nor dist’nt draw of time – could, of my love, leave you forlorn
For nothing und’r heaven’s reign – could quell a love eternal born

For though you see me not, I am – for in your heart, I do live yet
There I dwell and always shall – to this now hold, lest you forget

Be not deceived, in this hour dire – and be not turned from who thou art
My love, my knight, my soldier brave – carry forth as you did start

And so he rose up from the ground – and climbed back upon his steed
The wicked’s voices rose as well – but to their lies he payed no heed

And starting down that valley black – a soldier knight again once more
Returning thus unto the fight – he drew his sword of war

Performed by Val Cole

A NEW FALSE DAWN, by Peter Gartner

A new false dawn has broken
Over the trees, pausing for a while,
Before the sense of disappointment
Ringing in our ears, shatters the hope
We had, like a careless ignorant boy.
Smashing a piece of glass into
Dangerous vicious sharp shards –
There’s nothing worse than that.

There is a moment before
Disillusionment becomes disgust,
That time we saw a ring of innocence,
Girls holding hands in a circle,
In an opening amid the trees,
After the picnic; they imagine
A better world of generous
Co-operation, but they fail.

They failed because important people
Smothered the flame of hope, and turned it
Into smoke and ashes. We cannot
Forget such a betrayal; it hurts us
Till we bleed, more in remembrance,
Not to suffer yet another loss,
Before we gain some knowledge of the truth,
Hidden from us, so long ago.

Then dig up the past; let its rotten carcase
Be examined for evidence of the truth,
Which we cannot determine, so many years
After the event; the tune remains the same,
Repeated over and over again; so harsh, so painful,
An indelible deliberate record,
Of something we would much rather forget,
If only we could – but, we still keep alive.

The floodgates of our sorrow open up,
Without discretion; avoidable damage
Given an opportunity, finds itself,
Being done, dominant, foreboding:
The endless struggle to explain the past,
Being known, without a reason, why
A thing happened, an essential compromise,
So necessary, it seemed at the time.

Own the past – no, disown the past.
It’s still a puzzle, how things turned out;
An old man with rotten teeth, gaps, holes,
Looking back on the young man he used to be,
Must conclude, Time is unkind; it always was,
It always will be. We learn our lessons
By the mistakes we make; not before,
Always after the event, even if we predict
The consequences of our foresight.

There’s always tomorrow, the old saw says;
The possibilities lost, don’t think
About them any more. A little paper boat
Will float and – give it a push – will travel
Some distance, until it soaks and sinks.
Our hopes and what we never did in the past,
Are the same: they should be forgotten, but –
They haunt us still. Nothing remains the same,
Except the past, which never changes.

If the desire or purpose was to change,
We must assimilate possibility,
Prevent accidents by applying
The core of our integrity, not to do
Things we know are wrong for our peace of mind;
Our future is not fixed or futile, unless
We admit defeat, which some said, we deserved:
That only makes it worse, by told-you-so.
I would not have this life by choice – only by
My own incompetent negligence, imposed
On me by others. That is, the end.