With power out and lights off I return to make a home.
Remember how that smells?
Hair, skin, fresh sea air – transform me.
Words stuck in my throat choke me.
Nothing comes up – nothing goes down.
Stagnant now.
Through the window I see a stranger crowned in my home, a saviour.
An imposter at home,
an imposter who laughs,
an imposter who lives. As me. But not the same.
Lights out – but this time the hand at the switch is mine.
We rise like her with full hopes and faith,
high-spirited to challenge whatever is at stake;
Aware of our greatness and every past mistake,
feeling strong, all powerful to deal with the day
enduring and heaving all life’s bales of hay.
But even the almighty sun has her gloomy days,
as when dark clouds sabotage her luminous rays.
Even the powerful sun cries silently in the rain;
In every tear drop lies a hidden pain.
Even the sun needs to reflect and withdraws;
Respecting and embracing all Nature’s laws.
Even the sun watches storms pass by
because there’s time to glow and there’s time to cry ;
but early in the morning she rises again
as if untouched by the hurdles of the previous day ;
she rises beautifully, powerful and in all light
because she has love, warmth and wisdom in her heart.
No clouds, no rain, no storm diminishes her spirit,
She is who she is, she knows her mission
And we rise with her in faith and glory
to write and fulfill every chapter in our story.
East meets West
In a new coffee blend
Unified consumption
Through a temporary trend
Tap of his keyboard
Cup to mouth
Telephone meeting
All gone south
Friends exchange gossip
Sip through straws
Fuelled by sugar
Ignorant of cause
Absorbing great knowledge
From the iPad screen
A tired student’s eyes
Kept open with caffeine
Huddled in the corner
A secret affair
No one can find them
In their coffee lair
Down on his luck
Man finds peace
In the company of strangers
His temporary release
Crying babe in arms
Mother finds respite
Searching the web
For a ‘new mums’ site
Couple in love
Share a flat white
Only eyes for each other
And their inner light
Poet’s word flow
Onto the pad
Observing the complex web
Woven with good and bad
Old ladies chatter
Over coffee and cake
Mellowed through experience
The best of life they make
Eyes to the floor
About to explode
Too long in the queue
Woman on sensory overload
Barista froths milk
At the end of her rope
Misaligned from service
Fills another cup of hope
All of the world
Meeting under one roof
Human family connecting
Through their own unique truth
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Diving into the depths of my realms,
Looking for nirvana in my desolation.
Trying to find balance within,
Meditation to transcendence.
Practice what others considered “eclectic”.
Detached…
Detach…
Detached..
and detach…
Being STILL for a moment,
while colours swayed and fade.
Deep lines hiding, passing and forming another,
voices, feelings, thoughts that bothers.
Sleepless nights, anxieties and struggles…
and yet inside every curve…
like a problem… behind every point…
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The Midnight heat will keep you
Feeling secure in the the darkness
No awareness of what’s to come
That one living carcass
Thousands of people in this foreign town
But there’s soon to be one less
Each person for themselves
Not worried about the rest
Feeling high or feeling low
There’s emotions running wild
You see insanity’s in reach of us all
And it caught the one who’s riled
Who knows what they were thinking
But there mind was not at peace
That person painted a villain
In the eyes of the police
The moment it was heard
That sound I’d rather forget
A life had stopped being lived
Like in a game of Russian roulette
The innocent minds searched for the fireworks
But no explosion of colour begun
Just blood stained fractures of hate a violence spewing out of a gun.
By libertypoem.s
Performed by Val Cole
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Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Festival Directors: Mary Cox, Rachel Elder, Natasha Levy
Camera Operators: Hugh Ritchie, Isabal Cupryn, Aser Santos Jr., Zack Arch
Performed by Val Cole
****
Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Festival Directors: Mary Cox, Rachel Elder, Natasha Levy
Camera Operators: Hugh Ritchie, Isabal Cupryn, Aser Santos Jr., Zack Arch
Performed by Val Cole
****
Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Festival Directors: Mary Cox, Rachel Elder, Natasha Levy
Camera Operators: Hugh Ritchie, Isabal Cupryn, Aser Santos Jr., Zack Arch
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