tears of darkness by:mike lawler The darkness drops like ebon rain It splashes empty, resounding my pain The sorrow, the grief, they are overwhelming What is the point of our existance, why are we human beings An echo of a whim drifts out from the shadows From whence it comes and why, no one knows My face is drenched in anguish and remorse but once again I mount that lone dark horse I put on the mask of cold unfeeling I set out, their joy I will be stealing I need that which was stolen from me I need the feelings to live and to be My steed knows my destination He strives to reach it with unmatched determination All is gone, I am alone And now this barren trail is my home But I will live again!
A Word from the Editor
And Now. The Klatch.
There is now no place to go and get a decent cup of coffee on Broad. Yes, now the Liberty Coffee Klatch is officially closed down. I was going to write about this much sooner, but my computer kept dying on me. Must be a curse to write about anything before it is offical. Now it is an offical act of the building's owner to place a disposessory on the place. The place wasn't open since mid July or so. No note on the door or reason why they were closed. Just one day it happened. Unlike Ceremonial Grounds, there wasn't any trouble going on in front of the establishment to cause the owner to close down. Nor wasn't there any rumors as to what illegal doings could have caused the Klatch to close down. It was rather open and shut, the money either ran out or the bills were too high, one in the same really.
Now Broad Street sort of resembles how it was about five years ago or so. The town closes around 6pm. Unless you want to eat out at two or three places on Broad Street and not hang out there isn't a place where you can go. Not a place for the youth to come to and feel relatively
welcomed. Not a quiet place for a cup of java and good music or conversation. Not that the Klatch was the place, but it was better than nothing. I haven't been there in a over a year due to personal reasons, but I support any buisness diversity. Now, it just retail and bars. The Grounds was, to me, a sign of how much fun Broad Street could be for everybody. The Klatch was the spark of that era that was unfortunately cut short due to poor management. I hope there is a buisness out there that has the tolorance to take up the mantle and do it with the positivity and open mindness it takes to welcome a more diverse population.
Partake of the wine, my son I am not your father, but I am the one who can give you what your heart desires. I'll feed you fury and stoke the fires. Anger and hatred, they are wine to me and all that you must do, you see, is bow. Believe me son, for I am real and what I give you, you can feel set aside all that you know and step upon the path I show my child, in me place all your trust. For very soon, you know you must bow."Bow" - Frazzleknot
My delicious fire lips like hot coals Lips like Fresh Fruit Never knowing death Forever Crawling Back Inside the womb of the Mother Volcano (silent) -stick- *Si* Has the Car crash happened yet? Please let me Know. "Notes on Heat" - MDP Em=c EEEE
The key labeled love I opened up my door to you that portal to my heart. There, no falsehoods are, except the one called truth. This door had a lock, covered in rust. which wouldn't break under any force. Only one key (labeled "love" of course) fit into the lock labeled "trust". Throught the unlocked door you stepped. You danced through the garden of delight. You stayed through the days and through the nights. Then one day you just left.
- Nathan PruettOh baby I had a dream about you. You was wanting me back in your bed. I said what you said. "Love me and love yourself if in the world you know nothing else." I decide to love me and leave you. You were out it all for you and I decided to let you be. Then one day you came up to me and said, "Love ME". I thought you ment you but you actually ment me. So from now on I'll let you be. You were crazy but you still amaze me. It took a lot to see what you ment to me. Now I don't love you any more. I see what you came around for. Don't bother me no more. Out the dream the bed and the show. Not a tear flow. Kiss Of you still on my lips. Death of our relationship in liberation of the hips. Lady of evening is out of the picture with her slip and shashay. Out of time with me and you. My love is selfish on my part. Good bye today.
"My message in the lines of our conversation" - HufTo live inside a bottle To Breath the wind And be a succulent kind of Trash. Of some where Of someone A dream of hue A nightmare of which This village to me blew.- Matt Smith
Asking myself the soul am I okay (I) Represent the crowded mountain... And then Peak into the steel of the far face of Round Jumping to my other side and I blind my sheded core So it is fit to share with that and meet in the middle All that's left of me is slight insanity What's on the right I do not know- Ethan Morris
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