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Focused on what was in front 
           I no longer saw what was beside.

That day something common turned my eyes
                       caused my view to broaden.

Like moments when head thoughts tell you not to believe,
              yet the heart still wishes.

Your face shined the world away
         formed the beginning of a cancerean sunset.


When I saw you there  I wished
     I had sewed you onto my ankles.

The final rays of gold
     were pierced through both cloud and sky.

Instead  I allowed you to disappear
     as my forward focus reappears

I can still see the painted images
     of your smile  in a western sunset.

-Kimba
Copyright:
October 7, 2004

















I found a lustrous shiny dime today 
in a pool of sunlight.
It gazed at me with emerald eyes and 
a beatific smile,
A living starlight dream I 
relaxed to enjoy.
Like when liquid moonlight 
flows off a spoon.

-matthew sipress
copyright
7/28/04


















 	
Looking Upon...

I can sit upon this cloudbreak
My wings too tired to fly
Looking down on all the world
Dancing.. smiling
A thousand lives I've lived
Locked inside my mind
Trying to unravel simple questions

I thought I was alone
But there she was
Dancing in the moonlit sand
I was shaken, I was scared
As she teased sandstorms with a smile
Her pearl wings shining like a star
She knew not the damage she invited

Teased by sunlit beaches and
Saturn-ringed ideals
The sand wrapped her up in its arms
Finding her cracks
Eroding the very essence of her
Until nothing was left
But the tears that held her shell together

Her silken feathers fell with every step
Silent as a lovers promise
Sonnets dropping from her fingertips
Pain coloring her eyes
As her gaze aimed skyward
Begging for release
But my rain was all I could give her

I cried my clouds empty anyway
To wash away her pain
At first it held her down
But she stood
Defiant that the world could hold her so
Trapped and besieged
By unwanted feelings for storms like me

How I longed to hold that angel
So lonely and so lost as
The very earth moved beneath her feet
No matter what I would have paid
I would have saved her
If only... If only
I'd not been one of dozens seeking the same

I refused to wash away her footsteps
Selfish, yes I know
When I look upon that empty desert
I'm smiling
Stealing a dream come true
I'll live another life behind closed eyes
Imagining her dancing for me like she meant it

-Jeff Boardman
(c)February, 2007
suprajeff@gmail.com


















sentimental ramble  

sometimes i long for
anastasia
those long sand nights
when the salt of our bodies
pushed us together
like a single wave

those points when i thought
i was a caterpillar
and somehow your arms
were my cocoon
but i never woke with wings

it is hard to make believe
when my imagination
is 1654 miles away
and happily ever afters
are crushed by the extra two hours
in every day

my moments hang together
with rings of telephones
and diamonds
that transform into
uncollected thoughts
written in calligraphy
along the bedroom walls
that drip ink on my face
while i'm daydreaming
and you're not here
to kiss it away

when my own reflection
in the glass neck
is the closest thing
to a friendly face
the distortion
puts everything
into focus

but i'm not ready
to see clearly

i want to linger on your skin like glitter
confessions left against your will
nail my halo to your horns
to get your head up in the clouds

and you're no devil
but i can't imagine
where you'd be
without your hoofs
and your broken soul

and they say it's all or nothing
you either have exact change
or you don't
but i prefer the gray picket fences
where i can warm my blistered toes

now i've got callouses
from walking on egg shells
and my tongue's tied
from trying to say the right thing
still you don't seem to notice
just how much we've grown

some say if you have to ask
that you were never in love at all
but they never loved a riddle
that the world has yet to solve

i beg you for a hint
to finally crack this enigma
you say that i just need more sleep
as you hang up the telephone

i don't want to slumber
it is just a bitter invitation
because when wrapped in blankets
i can feel your breath on my neck
but it is just the summer's air
and i know your arm's around me
even though it is just a blanket bundled
and when your heart suddenly feels
like it is ticking in my chest
i know the hole that only love can fill

you've never had a cavity in your life
or had a pocket that needed to be patched
you've never had a bucket to be filled
and it is strange that hole and whole
sound so much alike
but they are as distant as us
and their pronunciation is our problem
you in one form
and myself consumed with the other
while we think we are talking
about the same thing

too bad kissing isn't the same
as talking in tongues
because i am looking for a shortcut
to get my point across
and while the picture clicks
with metaphors and abstractions
you get stuck on my lack of capitalization
the absence of punctuation
combined with excessive use of conjunctions
and are never able to see the bigger picture

i try to do the math
you plus me should equal
happily ever after
but it doesn't add up
does it?

i have no logic to prove a feeling
i have no proven law
just theories
introspections
and it is hard to follow ones gut
after doing this many sit ups

and if it is illogical
why bother
who wants to waste their time
breaking the laws
that hold the earth down?

all i can say to you is this:

when you hug me
gravity doesn't exist

when you whisper you love me
it is loud enough to shake the earth

when you say you'll be right back
seconds are equal to hours

and the first time you kissed me
my heart stopped dead
and it hasn't had the same rhythm since

if that isn't proof
that you should leave logic behind
what is?

please tell me:
what is? 

~Fawn
(c) March 2009


















When whispers fall on deaf ears
Like so many feathers on sand
What is left behind but the bootprints
Of calloused and unknowing feet
As we're waiting, hoping,
That a rain of tears might someday wash them away

But forevers come and go
And some hearts still bleed so slowly
That sands turn to stone with time to spare
So eternity will always show how you were there
Once upon the sweetest of dreams

Like soldiers we keep marching on
But our most painful days have always just begun
When colors of pleasure fade to ash
To blow away with the sand
That lightest touch of your feathers
Is still remembered by these frozen unfeeling hands.. 

-Jeff Boardman
(c)March, 2009
suprajeff@gmail.com



















KIMBA 
 
SHE IS THE BOOK OF LIFE
HER PAGES ARE FILLED WITH
A CONTINUING MYSTERY OF DIVERSITY
AND THE DIMENSION OF SIGHT SOUND AND MIND
SHE RUNS WILD IN YOUR HEART AND SOUL
SHE IS STRONG LIKE THE MIGHTY OAK
YET FRAGILE AT THE SIGHT OF A BROKEN WING DOVE
HER PAGES SPREADS ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
THE INK DRIPPING WITH LOVE AND LAUGHTER 
AND SORROW FROM LOVE LOST
SHE IS KIMBA
THE WORD OF TOMORROW
 
TO MY BELOVED FRIEND KIMBA
 
BY WOLFEYES 
10/7

















you

sometimes i hide
   behind glitter
sometimes i hide
   behind rainbows
sometimes i hide
   behind butterflies

but you--

you always see me

behind all of these

even when i hide behind
the white full moon

you still see me

you touch my tears
   when they are glitter
you touch my rainbow
   even when it fades
you touch my butterflies
   and see their confusion

you walk behind the full moon
just to be with me


~joee
@ Aug. 2000