- Every – francEYE
- I Love My Homies – Mary Getlein
- Breaking Through – Jim Smith
- Untitled – Hillary Kaye
- Bummer ? Summer – paul tanck
- Venice Fog – Frank T. Rios
- Living Life Amused – Cameron Prior
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I Love My Homies By Mary Getlein I saw him on the corner of Lincoln and Venice Hey Bubba! I love Bubba, he always makes me laugh. He gives me a big hug with a big smile “to go” “I just got out of jail,” he says “Oh yeah, good!” I say. We’re crossing the street now He goes: “I ain’t got nothin” But he’s smiling, he’s home “Hey, are you hungry?” I say “Shit yeah, I ain’t eat nothin all day” Well, I have a big chunk of corn bread and a bag of “vegan” cookies from a Whole Foods donation – I thrust the bag at him He took it greatefully, hopefully, as he looks in the bag “Alright! Thanks Mary!” he says I go: “God is good, my brother!”as I ride away, on my bike, he yells, “God is good, my sister!” I smiled all the way to the Beachhead meeting It’s who you love – you know – and a dirty face and dirty clothes don’t hide the fact that you’re my friend We’ve shared sunsets and stories and laughs and smokes, and free food and free smiles! We will be here, forever, because we are already living in Bliss – Where all are one and one is God Where Art is Love is God is Love is Art! Where Love is, will always Be – Blessed Be ———- Breaking Through
By Jim Smith
Here it comes again that old feeling that a breakthrough is near layers of ego and fear falling away You triggered it when I looked into your eyes and fell into your soul such power swallowed me whole but you didn’t know it happened Have you ever had an epiphany? Do you know the real from the fake? Have you ever been shaken by the light? Have you ever had a ghost in your sight? Do you want to float in the sky? We’ll go for a swim inside the black lagoon We’ll eat mushrooms and berries and dance with the fairies Close your eyes and watch the sparks Venice, we have cognition. All engines are firing. We’re on our way to the moon and the stars with a short stop on Mars. Cuidado! Don’t look back or you’ll fall. ———– They have taken my life devoured me like a well cooked steak with as much interest in me as they have in the cow. They regard my dreams as inconveniences (if they regard them at all) getting in the way of progress that ever receding horizon. Soon I will be gone and the relief will palatable. Another one bites the dust. – Hillary Kaye ———– Bummer ? Summer
How do we see the summer? From our high guard-tower local wisdom. Will it perpetrate last year’s gloom Robbing us of our God-given-rights to a full-blown sunny So. Cal. summer! > god damn it Why, I remember Venetian summers, when everyone literally hit the beach, Both days every weekend all season long. It was always sunny… The hippie nude beach – the recent surf bonanza – But what will this summer hold? The constant morning greyness suddenly breaking Into summer gloriousness Or eternal sunshine of the Venice kind! I THINK SO!… Anyway, I’m still sitting here on my perch, watching the sun ultimately go down. And it seems ok for summer by me…
– paul tanck ———- Venice Fog
By Frank T. Rios
The fog rolls in everything disappears over the broken child I’m left alone turning my back to the world looking for the poem in the fog the fog makes it impossible to see She tells me to make it up a large bird lands by looks sad tells me to hop on i do & see beneath me written in the sand “your luck has been completely changed today” I have no idea what this means I think of home & softness & my lady in Orlando the bird lands me the beach is empty the fog thicker I heard it began with Abbot Kinney a vision to invent as i do all the birds sit quiet as i turn in & disappear inside one. ———- Living Life Amused
Artists about time Them about them Living in life’s rhyme Not to be condemned Living Life Amused
– Cameron Prior
Categories: Poetry
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