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Gentle Dream
By Luther Seahand
The finest day of spring Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone Before the sinking sun
Fly, fly little wings Like love that never fails
Shadows begin to wake To a chorus that is the night
Crickets fiddle, slow Warblers whistle, low Shine, shine velvet moon
Till last you fade from sight Hear the sea in song
Where the swallows play and die
Starlight in the haze Flicker fireflies, ablaze
Stay, stay gentle dream Beneath the candles in the sky
cc@ HCBF Submitted 8/16/2013
By Luther Seahand
The finest day of spring Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone Before the sinking sun
Fly, fly little wings Like love that never fails
Shadows begin to wake To a chorus that is the night
Crickets fiddle, slow Warblers whistle, low Shine, shine velvet moon
Till last you fade from sight Hear the sea in song
Where the swallows play and die
Starlight in the haze Flicker fireflies, ablaze
Stay, stay gentle dream Beneath the candles in the sky
cc@ HCBF Submitted 8/16/2013
The Song of the Immortal Assassin
By Georgia Woods
Your nature is so strange to me: there will be no merging
A foreign port of faceless love sets my heart to stirring
He who guides your hand of nothing, guides mine at twilight time
He who made your soul in greens, made mine of amber sunshine
Lord of the night; lord of the hunt; lord of the dark abyss
My eyes have been there and returned; I have ferried darkness
I know the names and uses of many Akashic things
My soul has known abuses and that’s why it rarely sings
I long to walk the leaf lined path of overhanging trees
The autumn road for winter souls on journey to the sea
God, my Captain, holds still the barge which waits offshore for me
A ship made for many and yet one bed is all I see
My Captain does not yet lay me down on pine scented ground
He sends, instead, a confederate, who doesn’t make a sound
Power, fame, the joy of life, hold no place in your missing heart
Stranger to laughter, love and grief: you wait to serve apart
My hand seeks a friend; I have forgotten why I still wait
Behold the shadows, my enemies, let them meet their fate.
He who conspired to out the faceless, now guides your hand.
He would count their number and scatter them like desert sand
Dark the day I saw the future in the desert jades’ eyes
Overland the caravan, nocturnal journey to the sea
Now I seek your icy warmth and stand aside for your sword
And if it should pierce my heart, my will is my Captains’ word
This miniature place; this smallest and cutest of things
I have looked and have seen the night crawlers under my wings
My service seems over but still I am my Captains’ liege
I lend you my eyes as you begin your immortal siege
So it is written nowhere except upon the beige sea
Ocean of my blood stained tears: a plea for what will not be
Infested creation: it’s time to begin a new round
A last clean sweep of those hidden and formerly hell-bound
Have I fathomed a way of looking that is just and fair
There are no redeemable body snatchers here or there
The final push, still to come, and all those who yield are doomed
My Captain will not suffer them; their day has dawned and bloomed
I feel your cloak around me riding Arabian steeds;
Righteous is your every action even as my heart bleeds.
Will you save the pretty pieces or will all be made new?
Will the abyss yield a desert bloom of purple or blue?
The clock nears midnight and the masked souls gather in last rites;
They escaped before and are confident in their false heights.
Ancient underground places have been improved at great cost;
Those that join them are to be saved; all others to be lost
This final deception: that one vessel will hold many;
For masters there is power; for all others - insanity.
Fall not at this late date but stand alone till it all ends.
Wait, instead, in hope, for the savior that my Captain sends.
Risk not the shattering of the mirror that is your soul
Tempt not the cold wrath of the Immortal Assassins’ tool
Count not the pieces and abandon hope for reunion
My Captain will not err on the side of your temptation
All to be made new, as we approach singularity
No hint or whisper of the hive will burn in effigy
They will become as vanished as though they had never been
From the spark of creation; nothing will be known again
Joy will surface in your wake; slavery will be no more
Fresh ultra-mini microcosms will spring from the core
Will I forget as well all the futures that might have been?
God protect me from the thought that will make it spring again.
What wisdom can there be in complete annihilation?
Pretty pieces lost forever in return to essence
A dream, a life, a nightmare: all are fully swept away
If I should wish for their endurance, let me die today
There will be an end to the Immortal Assassins’ song
A distant misty future will bring a different wrong
Another unique assassin will rouse upon that day
Will we be self aware to see it? Who can really say?
CC@HCBF Submitted 4/22/13
By Georgia Woods
Your nature is so strange to me: there will be no merging
A foreign port of faceless love sets my heart to stirring
He who guides your hand of nothing, guides mine at twilight time
He who made your soul in greens, made mine of amber sunshine
Lord of the night; lord of the hunt; lord of the dark abyss
My eyes have been there and returned; I have ferried darkness
I know the names and uses of many Akashic things
My soul has known abuses and that’s why it rarely sings
I long to walk the leaf lined path of overhanging trees
The autumn road for winter souls on journey to the sea
God, my Captain, holds still the barge which waits offshore for me
A ship made for many and yet one bed is all I see
My Captain does not yet lay me down on pine scented ground
He sends, instead, a confederate, who doesn’t make a sound
Power, fame, the joy of life, hold no place in your missing heart
Stranger to laughter, love and grief: you wait to serve apart
My hand seeks a friend; I have forgotten why I still wait
Behold the shadows, my enemies, let them meet their fate.
He who conspired to out the faceless, now guides your hand.
He would count their number and scatter them like desert sand
Dark the day I saw the future in the desert jades’ eyes
Overland the caravan, nocturnal journey to the sea
Now I seek your icy warmth and stand aside for your sword
And if it should pierce my heart, my will is my Captains’ word
This miniature place; this smallest and cutest of things
I have looked and have seen the night crawlers under my wings
My service seems over but still I am my Captains’ liege
I lend you my eyes as you begin your immortal siege
So it is written nowhere except upon the beige sea
Ocean of my blood stained tears: a plea for what will not be
Infested creation: it’s time to begin a new round
A last clean sweep of those hidden and formerly hell-bound
Have I fathomed a way of looking that is just and fair
There are no redeemable body snatchers here or there
The final push, still to come, and all those who yield are doomed
My Captain will not suffer them; their day has dawned and bloomed
I feel your cloak around me riding Arabian steeds;
Righteous is your every action even as my heart bleeds.
Will you save the pretty pieces or will all be made new?
Will the abyss yield a desert bloom of purple or blue?
The clock nears midnight and the masked souls gather in last rites;
They escaped before and are confident in their false heights.
Ancient underground places have been improved at great cost;
Those that join them are to be saved; all others to be lost
This final deception: that one vessel will hold many;
For masters there is power; for all others - insanity.
Fall not at this late date but stand alone till it all ends.
Wait, instead, in hope, for the savior that my Captain sends.
Risk not the shattering of the mirror that is your soul
Tempt not the cold wrath of the Immortal Assassins’ tool
Count not the pieces and abandon hope for reunion
My Captain will not err on the side of your temptation
All to be made new, as we approach singularity
No hint or whisper of the hive will burn in effigy
They will become as vanished as though they had never been
From the spark of creation; nothing will be known again
Joy will surface in your wake; slavery will be no more
Fresh ultra-mini microcosms will spring from the core
Will I forget as well all the futures that might have been?
God protect me from the thought that will make it spring again.
What wisdom can there be in complete annihilation?
Pretty pieces lost forever in return to essence
A dream, a life, a nightmare: all are fully swept away
If I should wish for their endurance, let me die today
There will be an end to the Immortal Assassins’ song
A distant misty future will bring a different wrong
Another unique assassin will rouse upon that day
Will we be self aware to see it? Who can really say?
CC@HCBF Submitted 4/22/13
The Cop Car Blue Way
By Georgia Woods
What is so very attractive about that lit from within sapphire blue?
Sneering contempt passes for love in this world.
In a clear shower of water droplets these iridescent photons first came to comfort me.
Now I see them everywhere.
In sleep I travel the one Cop Car Blue Way.
Who built this way and in what age and for what purpose and what keeps it new?
It is the remedy for the heart grown cold.
Built as a reminder, like the udumbara flower, of cyclical events to be.
Dune to dune, you'll find it there.
Twilight lit like a bright grunion running bay.
Admit, that if you don't care about sapphire twilight, you have no real clue.
Embrace, if you dare, the purest love of old.
Plunge, unencumbered, into the mist and take my hand toward a new day and resolve to see.
Carefree, you will again care.
Don' turn away when, in the end, I say, "Hey."
CC@HCBF Submitted 4/14/2013
The Scorpion and I
by Glory Rhodes
I squat in the red earth of the caldera
To teach the children about the dangers of the scorpion
I have an arrangement with the spirits
The scorpion will not harm me
But protects me
I sing into the wind of the caldera
The scorpion cannot be held or contained or diverted
I claim endless bond with the scorpion
I will not harm the scorpion
But protect him
I call out to the golden bowl moon setting
The scorpion has unfailing fixidity of purpose
God alone is the foundation of life
The scorpion knows this truth well
Do not tempt him
I sleep beneath the caldera's starry nights
Holding the scorpion ever so close to my faithful heart
He does not sting but keeps me from evil
I find I love this scorpion
And always will
cc@HCBFsubmitted-9/29/2012
by Glory Rhodes
I squat in the red earth of the caldera
To teach the children about the dangers of the scorpion
I have an arrangement with the spirits
The scorpion will not harm me
But protects me
I sing into the wind of the caldera
The scorpion cannot be held or contained or diverted
I claim endless bond with the scorpion
I will not harm the scorpion
But protect him
I call out to the golden bowl moon setting
The scorpion has unfailing fixidity of purpose
God alone is the foundation of life
The scorpion knows this truth well
Do not tempt him
I sleep beneath the caldera's starry nights
Holding the scorpion ever so close to my faithful heart
He does not sting but keeps me from evil
I find I love this scorpion
And always will
cc@HCBFsubmitted-9/29/2012
Are You There?
by Eivonny
Are you there?
To the horizon and back,
to eternity and for ever, see the beauty of the world,
the endlessly of the universe, let me know if you lost me,
I will find you because you are my heart beat.
I will follow the prints your steps left behind,
I will follow you always to the end of the world,
there is no way to stop me right here,
there is only one heart beating and it just beats here.
I am so sorry my love, the wind is blowing my mind away,
it carries my thoughts to far distance of lakes.
I will never forget what you have meant to me,
but it is time to let you go.
I hold my hands open and let your soul fly,
time to start life again.
But how without you? How cruel to think I could.
But I will try because I have your memory.
I love you.
Eivonny 2012 @
cc@HCBFsubmitted-10/14/2012
Inner Strength
by FairyGirl
Inner strength.
That's the key.
And what I admire most.
A survivor. Internal scars.
The heavenly ghost .
Test and evaluate .
Then dog tag each and every one .
Always satisfactory.
Never happy.
Fight the sadness of the pond.
Elevate the senses.
Extend the mind.
Explore the brain.
Hazy poetic justice.
Refuge to be exploited.
Turn the tables.
The victim is defeated.
Rise and shine like stars.
Above ordinary.
Beyond weird.
Or sane.
Golden aura glowing.
Pure soul words spoken.
Heart bleeds for the stranger.
The seduction of innocence.
FairyGirl 11/7/2012@
cc@HCBF submitted- 11/7/2012
Frozen In Time
by Penny Conary
As I move across the warm sand, deep in my thoughts, feeling nothing but the pain of my loneliness I remember why I am alone. Why I sent everyone away. Shhhhhhhhhhhh I won't ever tell why I wanted to be alone in my sorrow with no one to comfort me, I will not share this, it is my burden to carry alone.
Since I sent her love away, and tried to push her love deep inside of me to a place with no feelings, it is locked away in the dungeon of my soul if there is such a place, now I feel cold and black surrounds me, now I am truly alone, this is where I want to be, what I feel I deserve.
I will refuse to feel her warmth any more, her love, her compassion, her need to be with me. I will refuse all that she wants to give me. She wants to possess my heart but it is dead and cold now by my choice, I refuse to need her any longer, to need anyone.
All I can feel is the coldness inside of me now without her love to warm me, all I can hear is the noises in my head, it never stops, it is constant, persistent, never-ending. I can't go on like this any longer, I need to end all the noise, I need some peace inside of me, I need it to be quiet, I need the silence that others take for granted.
I feel abandoned, but it was of my own making that I sent love away. The loneliness is overwhelming, I can feel my spirit inside of me crying out, begging me to stop doing what I have done to myself, I can't help but to continue what I have started, like a stone rolling downhill.
I reached out to her in a moment of weakness, but soon realized it was a mistake, she will make me tell her, to feel her, to love her still. I can't, I won't. I will escape back to the darkness of my loneliness and push her away again. I don't want to feel any more, to see truth any more, or to hear her words of love.
I can feel the warmth of the sand beneath my feet as the sun is setting; I am alone on the beach. I see a small fire burning down by the shore and am drawn to it but stop before I reach it. I feel as glimpse of calm, only for a second until I realize I am not alone.
She turns and sees that I am here. I want to walk away, to escape her view, to go back into hiding in the darkness. I can't move as I see her rise and just stand there looking at me, trying to focus her eyes in the moonlight. As she slowly moves towards me I can feel her warmth from here.
I don't want to feel it any more, why did she have to be here, why can't she just leave me alone, why can't she let me go, why does she continue to love me so much when I have pushed her away, can't she feel the pain I have caused her when I placed my love in the dungeon of my soul?
She reaches me and stands in front of me, only smiling, giving me no words, only searching my face for a glimmer of hope, looking for the man who once was there, the man she fell in love with, the man who gave her purpose, the only man she has ever loved. He is gone now, don't you get it, I don't want to love you any longer, please just stop. STOP......
She steps forward and I can feel her warm breath on my face as she gazes into my now dark eyes, I show her no expression, not feelings, only the coldness that is inside of me, the coldness that is my life now, the hopelessness of the cold is all I have now.
I can feel her putting her warm arms around me and pulling me close to her. I am like a statue and give her no response from her touch. I refuse to feel anything. She doesn't speak, no pressure, no questions. Only the warmth of her arms around me.
She utters only one sound as she holds me close to warm me, to try to melt the darkness away, shhhhhhhhhhhh. Over and over again, shhhhhhhhh. I t is the sound of a mother comforting her child, shhhhhhhhh. She moves my arms around her, shhhhhhhhh I can feel the warmth from her skin, shhhhhhhhh.
I am frozen in time within this moment, shhhhhhhhh. I close my eyes and don't hear the noises inside of my head any more. I hear only her soft voice inside of my head, shhhhhhhh, I am here, shhhhhhhhh.
Penny Conary 10/2012@HCBF12/2012
Presented by Chazz Azz
Since I sent her love away, and tried to push her love deep inside of me to a place with no feelings, it is locked away in the dungeon of my soul if there is such a place, now I feel cold and black surrounds me, now I am truly alone, this is where I want to be, what I feel I deserve.
I will refuse to feel her warmth any more, her love, her compassion, her need to be with me. I will refuse all that she wants to give me. She wants to possess my heart but it is dead and cold now by my choice, I refuse to need her any longer, to need anyone.
All I can feel is the coldness inside of me now without her love to warm me, all I can hear is the noises in my head, it never stops, it is constant, persistent, never-ending. I can't go on like this any longer, I need to end all the noise, I need some peace inside of me, I need it to be quiet, I need the silence that others take for granted.
I feel abandoned, but it was of my own making that I sent love away. The loneliness is overwhelming, I can feel my spirit inside of me crying out, begging me to stop doing what I have done to myself, I can't help but to continue what I have started, like a stone rolling downhill.
I reached out to her in a moment of weakness, but soon realized it was a mistake, she will make me tell her, to feel her, to love her still. I can't, I won't. I will escape back to the darkness of my loneliness and push her away again. I don't want to feel any more, to see truth any more, or to hear her words of love.
I can feel the warmth of the sand beneath my feet as the sun is setting; I am alone on the beach. I see a small fire burning down by the shore and am drawn to it but stop before I reach it. I feel as glimpse of calm, only for a second until I realize I am not alone.
She turns and sees that I am here. I want to walk away, to escape her view, to go back into hiding in the darkness. I can't move as I see her rise and just stand there looking at me, trying to focus her eyes in the moonlight. As she slowly moves towards me I can feel her warmth from here.
I don't want to feel it any more, why did she have to be here, why can't she just leave me alone, why can't she let me go, why does she continue to love me so much when I have pushed her away, can't she feel the pain I have caused her when I placed my love in the dungeon of my soul?
She reaches me and stands in front of me, only smiling, giving me no words, only searching my face for a glimmer of hope, looking for the man who once was there, the man she fell in love with, the man who gave her purpose, the only man she has ever loved. He is gone now, don't you get it, I don't want to love you any longer, please just stop. STOP......
She steps forward and I can feel her warm breath on my face as she gazes into my now dark eyes, I show her no expression, not feelings, only the coldness that is inside of me, the coldness that is my life now, the hopelessness of the cold is all I have now.
I can feel her putting her warm arms around me and pulling me close to her. I am like a statue and give her no response from her touch. I refuse to feel anything. She doesn't speak, no pressure, no questions. Only the warmth of her arms around me.
She utters only one sound as she holds me close to warm me, to try to melt the darkness away, shhhhhhhhhhhh. Over and over again, shhhhhhhhh. I t is the sound of a mother comforting her child, shhhhhhhhh. She moves my arms around her, shhhhhhhhh I can feel the warmth from her skin, shhhhhhhhh.
I am frozen in time within this moment, shhhhhhhhh. I close my eyes and don't hear the noises inside of my head any more. I hear only her soft voice inside of my head, shhhhhhhh, I am here, shhhhhhhhh.
Penny Conary 10/2012@HCBF12/2012
Presented by Chazz Azz
Emptiness
by Penny Conary
I feel like I was just going through life in a daze after you cleared the smoke away.
I thought I was fulfilled, untill you showed me how empty I truely was
when you taught me about true love.
These hours without you have turned into days, the days into weeks,
how can I go on without you now?
You filled my life completely and now you have left me and turned away,
moved on without me in your life.
I am broken, destroyed, completely lost without you now.
How could you build me up just to turn and tear me down?
You turned the lights on for me, saw into my soul
then reached back and turned the switch back off.
How cruel your love has turned out to be.
You will not win, I still love you always and forever.
Walk away if you must, steal back all that you gave me,
you can never take my memory of you, or the love I feel for you.
It is mine to keep and hold dear forever.
Even if for the rest of my life we are never together.
You are my own true love, from the moment we first spoke
and will forever reside in my heart, like a spark of fire.
Someday you will return to me, feeling bad for what you have done
and I will be here still waiting for you, with open arms my love.
Penny Conary 10/2012@HCBF12/2012
Presented by Chazz Azz