ALONE
by Shakespeare

Like the fading sound of a chime
She disppeared into the mists of time
Leaving no hint no trace
but the memory of her face
Sometimes I think her near
but then the rain is all I hear

Like the glow of a fading ember
she left me to remember
taking with her warmth and light
silently fading into the night
Sometimes I deem her near
But then the wind is all I hear

 

 

The Chest
by Journalist,
October 7, 2002 

I took you to that place,
and farewell we bid.
I felt lost and lonely
like a motherless kid.

I said how much I liked you,
this much, and even this
(showed it with my hands
to that sweet little miss).

I tried to act funny,
pretended not to care,
kept smiling and held you
and gently stroked your hair.

And then you just ghosted,
with your red raven chest,
and I stood there all alone,
feeling lonesome and bereft.

It was a nasty feeling,
and I turned my face away,
and I wished I'd not forgotten
something I had to say.

To say that once you're in your turf
and open up the raven,
please do it carefully
for the sake of heaven.

Cause mistakenly, unintentionally,
anyway, for the best,
you took my heart with you
in that red raven chest.

 

 

an old war
by Thiede

wherever we search for the dead soldiers in their graves
lost in the wilderness of civilisation,
forgotten in a restless un-peace,
we find the same rotting bones everywhere.

whatever ceremonies we celebrate solemnly
they are just treason against the outrage and pain
caused by their deats, their sacrifice
to whatever blind hatred and lack of reason.

however many lost their wasted lives
the world went on, disregarding them.
ne never even see the signs they left us,
rotten bones, legal mass murder victims.

 

*Destiny* and the Unicorn
by Mhaijik
(recited by just@dream) 

Standing on the Observation Deck
surrounded by a cloud of velvet softness
sounds heard dimly as if the hooves were wrapped in cotton
muffled footsteps echo slowly,
brite sprites of light star the sky
red, blue, green at random, to stir the white and gold
a cyclone of fairy dust a question mark makes.

The edge draws one closer,
peering over the vastness, void, stretching out to the unknown
far and wide from where we all come to linger and dream
the edge of a time forgotten remembered
deja vu for some, rebirth for some, dawning of age,
a new beginning for some, or refounding of old,
totally brand new and amazing, the wealth of the future
broad based history, the majik of the technology floats freely
a web unseen, continents drifting closer and closer,
people from eons of time meet together,
and exchange thoughts, wishes and dreams.

Poetry becomes a language
the land invokes a spirit of feeling words,
thoughts are translated into languages of letters,
punctuation symbols are created, communicate emotions,
we *are* really here, a truer self in dreamscape,
speaking feelings freely, sharing souls long hidden voice,
burdens of external trappings, fears, constraining inhibitions
all were lost at sea transversed by Argo,
most times for good, but at times evil,
worlds growing pains felt round.

Legends are forming in the spaces we create,
and populate with our beings
time stands still in this world,
night and day exist in locales, night here, day there,
in our worlds as well, day here, night there,
and the land is a collage of seasons,
snow, garden green and growing, sun, blasted heath,
surrounded by a cloud of velvet softness
sounds heard dimly as if the hooves were wrapped in cotton
muffled footsteps echo slowly,
Unicorns roam free.

 

 

HeartBleed
by Circe 

Soft wings enfold
the night within.
The shadows hold
the victim's sin.

Can vampires weep
with cold red eyes?
Do vampires sleep
when life runs dry?

The heartbleed flows,
exquisite fear.
A heartbeat slows.
A painful tear.

Can it be seen
that vampires cry?
Do vampires dream?
They do.
They die.

 

 

Winter
by Shakespeare

Long the flowers of spring have fallen
The warmth and colors of summer faded
the fruits of autumn reaped
Silence is spreading
The cold is reaching into the tiniest crack
even the rays of the sun
they come from far away
so it seems
The snow covers silently
the memories
of a brighter warmer time
Is has been only months
and yet it seems to have been years
the snow covers silently
the tracks which a traveller left
in his journey through the year
and through years
Heavier now his breathing
like smoke in the icy air
Like lead the legs
which carried him the long road
companions came and left
each on his own road
through the year
and through years
What has become of them
Suddenly he stops
looks up
and knows
for him the long winter has ended
for him it is summer
The snow silently covers the tracks
Somewhere near children are playing in the snow
Spring has come

 

 

Railroad Station
by Journalist
October 7, 2002

Endless smokey tracks,
never meeting parallels,
rusted foggy steel.

 

 

the river in autumn
by Thiede

the first brown leaves glide slowly
among the glittering of manifold lights
on the river;

on dusky afternoons the autumn sun
sheds its last powerful rays
to redden the river;

the grass on the bank still glows green,
but the trees bow their branches in sadness
over the river;

the last warmth of summer on my face
already whispers of winter as i go
along the river.

 

 

To a Carrot 
(rewritten by lil Sha'uri) 

Your smell alone can light a room 
Your touch could melt a bunny heart 
A nibble on you is like a drug 
More potent than any known. 

Your taste is as natural 
As the sky the earth the sea 
And though I'd pay a mound of gold 
Your taste's completly free. 

A thousand words and a thousand more 
Still the story would not be told 
About the lasting friendship that we have 
A friendship never sold. 

And so I give you in return 
What you have given me 
Friendship flowing from the bunny heart 
Like a river to the sea. 

 

 

Wart (An Avowal)
by journalist 
(October 15, 2002)

Like a wart to a nose tip,
Like paddles to a boat trip,

Like to mother the kid,
Like the pig head to Wid,

Like to envelope the stamp,
Like campfire to the camp,

Like the thorns to a rose,
(AND YES AGAIN:)
Like that wart to the nose....

... I know that it's true:
I belong to You.