Poetry

Its a place so warm and comforting and yet it can be cold

A place where dreams are not fantasies and true love will never get too old.

this place is a mystery of sight

But, yet its feeling is clear and bright as the brightest light

The truth islocked up inside, never is it apart

This mysterious place is deep deep inside my heart

- Cindy

Notes From A Life

21 keys under my fingers, pushing them gently down

Feeling their sharp edges, moving fingers up and down

Ears carefully listening, catching each sounding decibel

Helping me shape the sonata, with strings horns and bells

Concertos and suites, waiting to be slowly composed

Afraid of missing a key, They so carefully must be chose

Writing notes in my mind, with misprints and floating ink

Unfocusing my sight and veiw, forcing my eyes to blink

A life is like a symphony, dying to be heard and loved

Conducted by a person, known to some as God

- Tobias

BACKSTREETS

Walk up the backstreets of my life

I bring you something on a rainy night

Wet pavement feeling feet

Mist

Rhythm

Being

A poem – a thing of colours

Purple – lavender moods are creating

Red candles in yellow circles burn orange

Street lamps in rain drip drops of sweat

The night is mating the day

Passion flames are red

Passion flames are white

But I with you shall consummate

As scarlet-blue

Shadows creep and know me

Wrapped ‘round with pieces of fog

I bring you something on a rainy night

I bring you Me

- Shawn