Dream

But it was only a dream, just a dream
"But dreams are real, very real"


Secrets Of The Night

Dusk turns to darkness as nightfall begins.
Light breezes take on a hint of icy chill.
Leaves crackle,wings flutter,voices howl.
Nocturnal creatures rejoice amongst the dins.
Shadowy forms too repulsive for light embrace.
Low Howling ever increasing chases the timid.
Darkness revels taking on it's unique fiery glow.
Sins of the day diminish all put firmly in place.
Evil sings a hypnotizing tune of flaunting granduer.
Promising to satisfy needs blinded by light of day.
Weaving a veil around doubts and superstition.
Opening eyes to truths,obeying tantillizing allure.

     - u_neeq_1 -

But I was there, I was really there....
"I was there too. I have always been there....."

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   Discovery

Dark submissive thoughts hidden deep within.
Carefully kept from watchful eyes of others.
Cravings so deep they emerge with silent fury.
Gripping the heart with a steely iron clench.
Unfufillment lingers never,quite swept away.
Desperate attemtps to quell the hungry beast.
Guilt ridden,full of shame,self doubt,loathing.
Self betrayal seeping through every soiled pore.
Bright light appears out of the dark misty abyss
Inner peace rejoices in the new found discovery
   - u_neeq_1 -

Up above in the tall celtic sycamores
See, the yellow lights are there
Watch how they wax and wane, paling
When our human eyes observe.
They are not of this world.......

Dream III

"The winds were blowing from all five directions
The Saravesence became lost in the metallic storm.
Chords nebulized to chymes, whispers invoked another level of sensoria
We became the unknown factor, the secret equation"
- The Sound of Light -

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Time and time again, returning for all truths,
Absorbing from the keepers, the depths of the goddess knowledge
To reunite the neglected, to seed the starchords
Guide us into the falling, softer harmonies,
Away from the dissonance, the clatter of antipathy
Stronger in the jade darkness, following not asking,
Learning, not speaking, invisible in the deep, dark chasms
the keepers made from silence.....

- Stormsinger -

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The Constellation Walkers

In my silent wings of night
I come to get you
to visit with you
to take you home

You sleep so soundly

with the essence of your being
exploring in the other dimensions
questing always questioning

Your body is curled around the pillow
as you hold on to lost loves and
dream through the oceans of time
wishing only to understand your purpose

You turn to face me as I swoop down
to take you with me
we shall journey to the far reaches of
your memories tonight

You reach out and take hold of my wing
for I will carry you
as I always have
off to the lands of understanding

Many life times we have traveled together
I take you, for you trust me completely
as you reach out to me
you hold on and let go of time

Out into the night we fly
through the windows of time we pass
up to the tops of the trees
and on to the stars

For we are the constellation walkers
the messengers of time and light
to those who wish to listen they shall heal and remember
for there is much to hear from our silent flight

You take one last look back to the earth
for you understand that we must return
to help and heal and listen
as we are the memories of humankind

   Laurie Joy Pinkham


Insatiable Greed
by Husein Taherbhai

Faceless it awakens, its presence felt in minute pores, nauseating the mind, echoing the growl of unending want, bent on carving pieces of life, while it struggles: wanting for more than it can hold.
Giddying heights it reaches, only to fall on death defying tactics, while unsuccessfully placating its desires, lingering for greatness yet eluding, while it hopes: wanting for more than it can hold.
Illusions of happiness it still desires, then falls back on promises made within the accepted structure, forcing contentment to rise, enlarging dreams, while fulfillment remains unfulfilled, backwards falling yet again, while it waits: wanting for more than it can hold.
Desirous of beauty, it ventures forth, sensationalized by expert hands of surgeons in plastic molds, while craving intellect, squeezed into almost-filled mind. Wise folks waiting to impart, thoughts by the bushel, while it bargains: wanting for more than it can hold.
Renowned actors, burgeoning sculptors, unscrupulous politicians and scholarly minds - to all it proclaims its reason for hunger. "Can you give what must be given? If I have to fall, will you responsibly hold what must break, if not nurtured?" Yet, it awakens to the dedication, for a climb yet higher, while it demands: wanting for more than it can hold.
Never appeased, it ponders fate, remodeling life, carving one more notch, it worries falling by the wayside, trampled by footprints of the struggling masses, skillfully serving those resting on higher grounds, not knowing, completeness now reigns its soul, while it begs: wanting for more than it can hold.