Art and Poetry
A
Warrior's Last Prayer
Onto this I lay down my spirit
Onto this I lay down my prayer
Onto this I lay down all that I am
Onto this I lay down my life.
Onto this I lay down my dreams
All the dreams that have brought me this far
Onto this I lay down my soul
Onto this I lay down my life.
For you I lay down my spirit
For you I lay down my heart
For you my blood has been spilled
For you I lived, I died.
Take all I have given
All I have laid down for you
Take these gifts I have given
And use them the best that you can.
Don't miss me, my love
I died so you can live on
Go on to love and let live
I shall be always with you.
My rest now I shall take
Weary my body has been
Eternal rest shall be granted
To your soldier, your warrior, your friend.
-Luciana F. Amodeo
War.drobe.
What to wear, what to wear...
Maybe this - do I dare?
to show myself this commercial way
shining in farce starlit ray.
I look fine. Right?
This looks right? Wrong.
Will this one do?
Hah, I'll be the fool...
but at bet no one will ever see
the mask that is truly me.
-Janelle Thompson
Date It’s all awkward: the movements the hushed breaths that noiselessly prove the nervousness of their makers’ lungs. In and out; In and out air processed soundlessly alone within a double chambered organ belonging to one; One being One human reaches out in screams without a sound. It is all awkward: the kicking "help!" expressed by a smile A hand grabbing a hand in vain. Universe: expansive black-blue dotted by hearts, stars, happiness within all of itself. The child is happy with her own idea that a connection exists between herself and the moon that seems to follow. -Maureen Andary
