Category: 2016-17 Submissions

 

In the place beyond time
In the world beyond new
In a color Between Black and White

Lives you

Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
Nothing seems to happen

No reading the lines
No following the script
No laughing and loving
No hate and jealousy

Only your Feelings
Only your Pain
Only you, In this Lonely Terrain

 

Love me forever

Until the end of your days

Until the end of my days

Love me like a flower

Love me as you love you

 

Live like you love me

Live like you care

 

Love me like a kid loves the beach

Love me like a child loves each cream

Gorzycki

7

Graphite to paper

Tracing the mind’s eye

A thought

A Feeling

A knowing

Let it flow onto the page

 

Ink to paper

Harsh lines

Soft edges

Let if flow on the page

 

Color to paper

Sparking the imagination

An emotion

An idea

Let it flow on the page

Symbols
Symbols
Symbols
Dancing on the page
Like dancing at a party,
D
D
D
Getting in my way,
Symbols
Symbols
Symbols
Running cross the page,
D
D
D
Hard it makes my day,
Symbols
Symbols
Symbols
Running on the page,
D
D
D
Ruining my day.

 

 

If you could fly,
Where would you go, up to the sky or down below,
Up at the sky where the wind is screaming,
Or down below where life is teaming,
What fun it would be to fly in the air,
Or fly down below where you could go anywhere,
In the sky there are all of the birds,
And down below where things are furred,
In the sky, you can see an entire city,
But down below, where every detail is pretty,
If you could fly,
Where would you go, up to the sky or down below,

 

 

A force so powerful
Yet so dull

Sits on a hill
Just like a mill

Waiting to strike
For what he likes

Watching and waiting
For his dull mind to start thinking.

 

 

Rain, Rain
O my children
Innocent as a summer day

But No

I watch my children fall
To the ground
To splat into a puddle

O how I watch the little people run
Under my tearful cries

They mock me, they despise me
They laugh at my offspring falling on
their faces

I watch them join together
To make a treacherous stream carrying my
Children away
I
Strike
In anger

No harm done
All I see are the little people
Running away

Just Like
My
Little Children.

 

As I surf around the surface of people’s emotions,
Some are the faces
as if they had something…
Miserable,
Tragic,
Fatal,
You see.

Rather to be delightful,
They choose to be depressed.
I tell them, be Proud and Phenomenal.
Instead, they get Embarrassed.
Like they’re wearing a hood,
Being not able to see
The sides, of happiness,
But sadness.

Following the way of
Failure,
Fatefulness,
They abuse the word,
to know the real meaning of
Happy.
They start punching and slamming,
Instead of trying to know the inside.

 

I’ve had it now I can’t go on
I’ve gone too far with just dry earth to walk upon
This isn’t right there is no snow

10 days till Christmas
I just don’t know.
If I can make it without pine trees
Without snowmen or a winter breeze

Without the snow I just can’t last
Without sledding this place is daft
Without
Without
Without

And though your sports teams are better
And though some people love the warmer weather
And though here is the warmest state
And though most people thinks its something to appreciate. I can’t stand the scorching sun.
And though most people have tons of fun
And though
And though
And though

This place has no igloos
No frozen lake it has
No snow forts
No outside places to ice skate.
No
No
No

But as I said before I’ve had now I can’t go on
Not with just dry earth to walk upon

(P.S. No offense Texas) 🙂

 

listen to the song,
The Song in the shadows,
in the trees,
in the stars,
in the light,
in each other,

You can’t hear it, can you?
is your mind as clouded as the kicked up dust
that you so commonly misconceive?
The Song is in that very dust,
because it is everywhere,
in every life,
in every world,
in every universe,
in every macrocosm,
The Song, my friend,
is us.