Monday, March 21, 2011

Blooming Love

My heart goes "thud"
and the love starts to bud
i can feel it growing and blooming
this feeling is almost consuming

My heart is burning and yearning
and my stomach is turning
the way the waves shake up the ocean
he is my potion

A love that is unending
if should i be left pending
gazing at the stars
withheld by bars
one day we will reach Mars

On mountain tops high
I can not say "good bye"
the winds they blow
my heart to tow

-- Laura C.

Wrapped up as one

The way we breath, we help one another
some say you are the all giving mother


Wrapped up as one
humans try to run
and distance the truth
that we are all connected,
conjoined as if by a wire
can't they feel the fire?

Wrapped up as one
all having fun
dancing and singing
as one being
but each in our own special way
we play

Wrapped up as one
we don't need a ton
nature gave us love
and the peaceful dove

--Laura C.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Trapped in the Concrete Jungle

"Shamu"-- by: Daveed L.

crunch, crackle, chomp
the graham cracker breaks in two, sprinkling crumbs onto
the blue whale behind it
A new name,
A jolly rancher being the only security,
left out for the rats in an outer ring
Call me by my name
Then pull out my ears--wings you called them--
yank my hair
Whilst i swim away chuckling,
elated at a defense
a bruised nose, proof that i was there

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

“The bombastic sense of things”--By: Daveed L.


“The bombastic sense of things”

You, with your words
always prying
digging deeper with a simple smile and a question.
No never worked for you,
unless followed by an exasperation

You always tried to mold your reality
to fit the dreams you had
so high, floating up on the clouds

Then you speak some sort of crime,
honesty, morality, decency.
Ears, closed to all,
like a snail hiding in its shell.

I'll recall the wintery days,
the sun would come up,
So would you,
And we'd walk

But that was time ago.
the wrong side of a one way road,
which at the moment,
does not involve oaks, pines, and trees
Nor the dying memory of a life,
different completely, from me

Sunday, February 27, 2011

"Kite Dreams" --by: Daveed L.

"I was an 8,"
She said,
Sitting on a parparet,
reading a map of downtown.

"I was a 9,"
He said,
Fumbling for a cigarette,
On shaky legs
In the morn.

Two old faces
Pressed in cement.
A hand-done engraving
on a french armoire chest.

Bodily noises, sun-flowered poses--
to the beat of a broken drum
"Hush," she said, a smile playing on her lips,
Its time to crawl back to bed.
-- Daveed L. 

Water's Touch

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Her World

Home Bound

Into the Future

An Eagle's Stare

See Beyond

Sunshine Music


Winston the Great

The Ramblings of Daveed L.

"Two lovers move the sea
in a testament
to reverie

I know I've been wrong
I know I won't pay my dues
I know that I no longer count
but I just want some honey,
to warm this cup of tea"-- Daveed L.

Distance

The fruit of Mother Nature

Trumpeting of Red


Lit from within