GIVE UNTO ME

I am not a person

selfish enough to know the limits

of my fears

sorrows

and not give that to others.

I know the emptiness that everyone
must challenge.

I am one who functions sufficiently
alone

but cannot allow others to do just that.

Those who know me can say

that I cherish the few

who stand by my banner.

For those

I would unravel the knotted mysteries

of existence

to allow them piece of mind and soul.
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give unto me
those confusions

so that I may steal the brightest, dying star

to shed light upon your way

give unto me

those beasts who plague your
peaceful slumber

and I will keep them at bay
so you may sleep in the safety
of warm arms

give unto me

your hate

so that I may mould it like ugly
black clay

into a wondrous statue of passion

give unto me

your love

for me to die

in unselfish splendour,
in the remembrance
and honour of those

I call my friends

By: Jeremiah John Garcia

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Other Press

The Search Sor Serenity

ow many times do I look in his eyes
and see the innocence of youth,
before he senses the world of lies?

Where are the joys of being young?
lave they been lost to adult games?
The songs all gone, forgotten, unsung.

What awful deeds could he have done

to bring about this dreadful curse,

and shade with clouds, a little boy’s sun?
Where is the blame or reason?

Is it with me or a master plan

that a child suffers such treason?

by: Sylvia Robertson

NO NEED FOR WORDS

Youre always on my mind

Little things you say
Special things you do
The sparkle in your eyes
do full of life

Your sweet smile

Says so much

Your feasing touch

So warm and true

Youre everything to me.

by: Ronnie Bains

 

May 13, 199

DESIRE

The fire god dances in a star lit sky.
During the still of a full moon,
night at the heart of a winter solstice

Two monks stand in a stone circle

and fight over a sacrificial lamb

in a desperate tug of war

Battling for the prize,

at the cost of the other’s life.

The battle washes back and forth,

one winning as the other screams in pair
One side then the other,

uncaring for his brothers agony.
Desiring only his own victory. i

The lamb feels both warriors:
The pain and the pride.
If one wins, so does she.
If either dies so will the lamb. ;

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Yahweh and Satan or
the Yin and the Yang.

They are;
Discipline and desire. ;
Warring for a soul.
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