lace me together with drooping rainbows
my mysterious angel of shadows
as i fall asleep on your wings
the air lifts us like liquid dreams
flowing rivers of green pearls
your eyes steal my soul’s breath
taking the illusion of life from me
am i resting underground?
heaven’s twisted gates already open
crossing on the crystal cloud of eternity
as you hold me i become your imagery

-Fawn
Copyright:
October 1, 2002















~wondering lost~

dirt colored tevas strike
the glowing white concrete hard
as she quickens her pace
and walks faster
into the cooled night's air
of spring

the full globe that rests
silently in the clear night's sky
illuminates her way through the darkness

she does not find rest
until her foot finally meets 
the soft dark earth

she runs under green branches
that temporarily block the light
until she finds a clearing
that stops her lost wanderings

falling fast onto her knees
and lifting her face to
the opened starred sky
she reaches her hands up
towards the universe and
her lips cry out...


"FIND ME!"





-Kimba

Copyright:

June 6, 2001

















~Oddities of Appetite~

I will eat a thunderstorm for dinner.
Lightning on the side.
Tornado for dessert.
And rainwater to drink.

Tomorrow, an earthquake.
Lava sandwich for lunch.
Tsunami, hailstorm, 
hurricane, landslide, 
atomic blast on rye, 
do'nt hold the mayo.

I'm so hungry I could eat an asteroid.
Or hold a comet by its tail and swallow it 
like a fish.

-Matt
Copyright:
Aug 20, 2001
















Dove

Behold, the soft gray dove
As my heart flies gently
Into the cranberry-icicled sunset
Prisimed, her sunny down
Her delicate feathers
Oh, my ethereal soul
Twitching in the zephyr
As the Grecian God 
Westward, smiles down
Spreading her plumage to reveal
Her rosy-pink underbelly
Blending with the ruby sky
Beauty and vulnerability
Gliding silently overhead
Tenderly she cries
Quietly I cry
Her voice blending with Angel's
Mine falling on deaf ears
In her charge I place my prayers
On her martyred wings of love
That God might hear my
Humbled whisper 
As she ascends into the heavens
Peacefully flying home
 
By Violet  
Copyright: 8/2001
violet999@hotmail.com
















fading of elixir

an unforeseen moment
is when a beloved muse
begins to fade
into the nothing

it is a time of trial
when the passion 
in word 
stops
and becomes 
a tired whimper

even the fire
of angry word 
loses all its power

lava that flowed 
without restriction
into the poet's heart 
from wanting open veins
caused the word to burn 
its magic onto paper

slowly
dissipates 
into the frailty
of a chalky 
number two pencil

just as an unnatural cloud
hangs in the heavens
masquerading as rain
fire smoke lies
mocking cracked earth
smothering the voice

words seem wasted
and become void
not worthy
of the effort
to move mind 
to eye
to hand
to torn paper

a tired sigh speaks
in the charcoal moonlight
dim distant
no gift 
word


-Kimba
Copyright:
September 4, 2002