- Fourteen – Lynette
- Hoboville – Paul Beethovan
- Untitled – Roger Houston
- Peace Is My Religion – Hal Bogotch
- Moment – Ronald K. McKinley
- Gravity – Jim Smith
- Ibrahim and his band – Rex Butters
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17:34 Monday February 20, 2012…..The fading glow beyond the windowpane Is also known as twilight. They are twain; Identical; the same; the two are one, As this side slowly turns out of the sun. Such darkness fills the room. On goes a light. My pen had lost his way. On comes the night, Tsunami of immersion, covering A host of glaring errors. Beckoning For me to venture out, to find delight In blessing littered sidewalks, where one might Go wandering, my skateboard shoes may run Deserted alleys, where a soul is prone To most likely avoid. I entertain This notion for a moment: back, again….. Roger Houston, Venezia forever
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Peace Is My Religion Ah, what a world! Unity and love shine like the sun from within. The heartwarming breath of lovingkindness surrounds us envelops us is us. –Hal Bogotch ———– Moment By Ronald K. Mc Kinley What knowing can not adjust The healing molded to my knowledge Pain of the moment My mother’s womb tilted Light is a wave and a particle What have I learned The product of many failures I repeat the spill and rill Dressed to evolve Put on the plasma On and on it goes The passing of stars The birth of ideas Why cast out demons You know them Marked by time and absent love The place for phase-shifted enlightenment My words some my own Listed by fear and sorrow Marked the crunch and the beginning My push powered by desperation Food for the time The breath of will The lensing of my soul Sent byte by byte By constant tension When I think I do not act When I act I do not think I come to the middle of the end Flesh to flesh Ego to ego Tears sweet wash my focus compose my loss Why is it the what and the where Prompt on my missteps It is never over Only recycled used by wishing I eat when hungry rest when tired Cry when sad love when unloved The beast is caged not tamed Music and other felt flames fan Holes in my skin let others in And I can not get out ———— Gravity By Jim Smith They say that even a small ship positioned near an asteroid can move it ever so slightly but enough to avoid the Earth. Is it also true in human affairs? Can a person move a community, a country, or just another person enough to cause a better outcome? Are you just riding the asteroid wherever it may take you? Or are you using your gravity to nudge us to a better world?———–
Ibrahim and his band By Rex Butters I sit on the smooth tile face of Abbott Kinney Ibrahim’s band slams sticky beat deep thoughts changes brains and entertains maneuvers a boardwalk peace tank splatter paint peace sign amplifiers line the asphalt drive the beat into the feet of walkers momentarily given to conform to the rhyth Ibrahim Shaman sermonizing on the mic bass riff inches along catch and sweeten the beat youtube hopefuls dance for $1 asphalt boardwalkers adjust their gaits to the Afro-Venice groove ambulation rhythm white marine layer puffs roll slowly warm sun/cool breeze gulls slide veering between gangly unmanicured slow swaying palm trees three pelicans fly over too high to be noticed by walking ground watchers Ibrahim and his band spin it all into smoldering riff hotter than the sun but still part of i this perfect SoCal day plays Ibrahim and his band revealing the sound of lifeCategories: Poetry
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