~to touch~ 

the mother 
walks in humility
the mother 
walks in silence 
to the altar
of the Most High

her head hangs low
and in her arms 
she carries
her burden
her sorrow
her joy
and 
her hope
that is 
of this world
and 
that is 
not of this world

this love
that she holds 
is covered 
in a blanket
that is formed
by her own tears

she lays 
her child
at His feet
before the altar
she lays down
her troubles
to Him

mother falls
to her knees
with stains of rivers
etched upon her face
she sings an angel's song
that is lumped tight
in her dry throat

she cries out to her Father
to heal her child
to heal the scars
that torment and abuse
this child
who is broken, bruised, 
and shattered
by obstacles 
that cut even into 
the heart of the mother

she cries to the Lord
on her knees 
"oh God" this mother wails
in her lamented confusion
for her child
for the one
that she was given

voice to the Great 
I AM
voice to the Mighty
COUNCILOR

"heal my child Lord,
so that she can see
your love new"

she holds her hands high
up to the heavens
and gazes down
at her beloved child
praying "Jehovah
let her touch 
your garment,
so she will
be forever
healed"

a crystal tear
falls 
from the heavens

a single tear 
drops 
from the sky

it washes both
mother and child
in its ache and in its longing
needing to heal the tender heart 
that is His
burden, 
sorrow,
joy, 
and hope

He speaks of
the oceans 
that surround

He speaks of
the oceans 
that encircle
the dry land 
of His people

He cries for
an ocean 
already filled 
with His tears.

-Joee
Copyright:
June 21, 2002































Beautiful Still-Life

hills sparkle with diamond glitter in
yr backyard, glistening like
dew on the grass in
roadside parks
offering spectacular views of
gleaming snow-capped peaks
endlessly stretching across the horizon to
neverneverland in

beautiful still-life
of joyous blyss
majestic in light of
blue grass and waters


-Matthew Sipress
@July1, 2002































where the light is the shadow
i will wait for you
where the silence echoes
i will call to you
there is no where i can be
that u are not inside
you will hear - you will see
every time i lie


-Fawn
Copyright:
September15, 2002






























Where in the World 
has the time, 
has the time...gone. 

Where in the World 
have the days 
have the days...gone. 

They follow the Sun 
one by one by one. 
They run ahead...of your eyes 
into the Setting Sun. 

Where in the World 
has the Love gone 
I thought I'd feel...forever. 

The flesh of your Heart 
in my soul, 
I thought I'd feel...forever. 

We follow the Sun 
one by one by one. 
We run ahead...of our eyes 
one by one by one. 


-Bobby Blair 
(c) 































They Touch

In an attempt not to allow anyone inside
she ran far from the feelings until she no longer knew them

She could now only guess when she had permission to love
and yet she was the only one required to know this

How could she measure the times when she would be wanted
by the simple watch piece of her lonely heart

Her body would slip out the door never allowing them to see
how much confusion lives just behind the walled space

She tried to hide all of her longings in a little corner
composing of mercy that some smile would give to her

The pressure from so many disregarded feelings builds
until they can no longer be contained by a simple frame

In the dark she cries and slips another pill past the lips for pain
not for a body's trauma but for a trauma lying deep within a soul

With tears hidden from her eyes she watches 
as they touch the scars again that they would never see

-Kimba
copyright
Feb. 25th 2004

































filling in the gaps
 
pulsing in my pupils
wide - alone - alive
filtered by what i wish to not see
knowing pain scrapes the drum
like an iridescent hum - no sound

wrapped on all the angles
he mangles me further down the hole
gave my breath to servitude
the attitude of eternally being numb
just close your eyes and dream me there
you'd stare too scared of the loss
but i am not the inspiration
your inclination for giving up right now

holding me closer than a lie
you try to stop my fall
i am just one bottle too short
to retort to you loving me in spite

-Fawn
Copyright: 10/04






























GiveN To ToucH


a gift is given
to touch the world
and hold it in your hands
let it flow
from open soul
feel it tremble
sense the pulse
kiss it gently
with warm lips
hope that it feels
what you intended
to shed new light
on hopes and dreams
troubles and fears
to make them smile
or shed a tear
to see the difference
and know not why
we close our minds
and grit our teeth
when we can choose
to breath
feel the breeze
carry our troubles away
the word we need
that we must heed

is CHOICE

your CHOICE

(c) mikkinoname 2008
































Shadow Shards

Whatever.....maybe nothing.....
Suddenly Schizodynitonic.....
My iced tea is electrified with blue lightning
from the outer zones........
far away from nowhere, somewhere out there.....
Mysterious dynitoxin......
Phosphorescent shimmers glow on the dark waters 
of the moonlit ocean, 
beckoning with glistening swells surging and breaking
upon the lava that dots the shore.....
feels unreal, like a dream from a bygone era,
shadow shards; shadows from teacups 
once flooded with stars.

-Matthew Sipress
Copyright:october 10, 2004
airlesslunar@yahoo.com































A CELEBRATION OF YOU

to be able to celebrate your skin
with songs of laughter,
to be able to touch you from
the distant shores from which dreamt,
to be able to defy distance
and seas, and truths,
just to at last,
sit beside you, behind you,
my arms around you
to tell you of the season from where i sit,
that the sun gently rolls over the meadows
dressed in cloud shadows,
that the mango trees are blooming in early
scented buds,
that the winds are whistling through the leaves
where shards of light dances
with the stillness and silence...
my heart unblooms dreaming
of something distant and happy.

-Marty
Copyright: 2001
martyu_p@yahoo.com






























paying attention
 
sometimes i think you mull over me
notice that i am worth ink
or the gloss on contrasting pages
stopping to smile at my incompetence
muse withering before she existed

if only you could hear how i speak to myself
if only you could feel this resistance

incessant words of my psyche
the blushing shape of my card
separated by too many doubts

hesitation

until i find a way to stop

it's funny how i am not quite broken 
until i have someone to fix

never experiencing loneliness
until finding i want someone near

only wanting
once i have everything

-Fawn
Copyright: 10/04
hetaera323@gmail.com































so long since i touched
your soft skin
so long since i saw
your lovely smile
everyday i long for you
the distance kills me inside
never have i loved like i love you
time is nothing when i think of you
give me a reason to live in this...
hell would be paradise 
if you held my hand
stare at your picture 
longing for your lips to touch mine
years apart yet still my love grows
no end in site
your faults make me love you more
life is torture without you near
so i beg when i hold you close 
don't leave me again

-societies fall
copyright:
may 2001
soldier@mindspring.com































Maybe All Reality Is A Distortion

No human is an eyeball unto itself-
but an eyeland unto THE ALL.

Light rushes into the eye like a river.

Reality bends like liquid glass.
Unreality floods in like a tsunami as 
reality recedes into invisible distances.

Mind bends reality into surreal distortions.
Maybe all reality is a distortion.

-Matthew Sipress
Copyright:october 10, 2004
airlesslunar@yahoo.com