Lo·bot·o·my by Chad Grant
thunderhead by Howie Good
At the first
drops
of rain,
the leaves
start
to tremble,
millions
of little
children
raised
on a bleak
diet
of curses
& slaps.
Boredom by Christopher J Player
White noise
Distinctly holds
The space between your temples.
You know exactly where you are
And what you are to do,
And yet,
You cannot see.
For the soft distraction
is internal.
It is fatigue.
There is no more that can be done now,
Accept it:
You must rest
And try once more
When your eyes are fresh again.
Being True by Eleanor Leech
I saw the light shine through me like a sphere through clear air
Landing into the ground of enchantment and mystery.
We stand on this rock together.
We breathe each others air.
We mould into the wonders of life we lead without question, only despair.
Despair to not knowing,
Not knowing is part of our growing.
Part of our believing in each other.
Believing that you and me are in this world doing,
Leading to something, I can’t quite question.
I believe in each moment given to me
To learn the lesson in the class of living.
Now I am wondering and searching for me.
If all I ever am is me then this world was made for me.
Save me some room,
No more gloom,
Look at the sky,
Be proud to be alive.
Stay true, stay you
And remember that you,
Was all you ever knew.
