Happy Sea'
By FoldingSoul

The black veil of night covers my eyes.
Hindering me, perhaps for protection.
The hue of street light knows my feelings.
We share a common thread; we have the same reflection.
We are fading light, we feel peices of all.
today we have no place to go. Tomorrow we steal the show.
We'll fly for awhile, eventually we'll fall.
Can't stay inflated forever, it's because of hot air we grow. Never mind our modesty, we are all ego.

We lie when safe, confess when afraid.
All to often prematurely bury plans we lay.
Never admit to things we just can't say.
Don't always know what to do...
some of us are trial by error,
some of us are content to pray.

Falling out of fashion,
consumed by the monster called passion.
Smoke and ashes...
The jar containing sensibility smashes.
The rocks the trees...
The drowning of despair in happy seas.

Posted at "The Den"
8/21/99

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How The Children Play
By Purplerose

In memory of the fallen from Thurston and Columbine..and
those they leave behind...


Junior's got a semi-automatic
Keeps it hidden up in the attic,
He likes the feel of cold steel in his hands.
How I wish he could understand
Killing is not what makes you a man.

How's it gonna go down, will you look around?
You can lose everything in the bullet spray
Or drop the gun and walk away.
This is no children's game you play,
So how's it gonna go down?

Don't wait until the blood and tears flow
There's another bomb that's about to blow,
Inside a kid somewhere one ticks away.
Please reach the children, teach them today
What's taken by violence you cannot repay.

How's it gonna go down, will it be your town?
We can idly sit within complacency
Or stand and take responsibility.
Who'll be the next victims of our apathy?
So how's it gonna go down?

C SJH 1999
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The Invisible Florish
By Josh

Clockwise-clouds pace a moon-slit glow
Piercing the distance with ponderings
I sought for what remains in the passing.
Dusk and dawn rotate......
Till the they go their separate ways....

A compilation of voices, twenty-strings to a rope.
Voice...of honey centered thunder
Strike! With Your boundless capacity. Yet--

I search for that divine whisper
like golden thread embroidering
the landscapes of the night.

Fertile seedlings to precious petals
the spectrum of the field !

A Goliath sunflower bright-
bends its once stout head,
mourning over its shriveled mane
once youthful....lioness of the jungle.

Time fades....holding a part of me..
Detachment, a preparation, only torn could I feel--
the importance of letting go....of
the mirages dressing a temporal dream.

The wallpaper shrivels from a deluge of weeping
when will your liquid shed....
O fall like periods.......ending
this everlasting--sentence of sorrow?

My midway squint is captured
between the lines of this living ode.
Routine blinks snatched by the awe
carried away amongst the absence.

Deafen those pseudo-innocent-words
that cover-up corrupt agendas

(Pray or be preyed upon....
True peace or shattered pieces?)

The mutt powders his pyro-wings
prowling for a roommate....
to accompany his cube of misery.

I sought for what remains in the passing
~~Love~~
it graphs us to the true vine.


Fruits of replenish...there graceful growth!
Beyond historic heights....inebriated with-
-fermenting wines of never old.

Ah....the inebriation!
...without passing.

(c)Josh Pasteltears Oliveira 9-3-99
Posted at "The Den"
9/8/99