Good Morning, Mr. Magpie

by Ensio Kataja

We have risen early, you and I
stepping in the wet grass of May
wandering under birches and firs
on this rainy day
that reminds me of September

We two have our secret language
as we converse in these early hours
exchanging thoughts on weather
on poetry and philosophy

Knowing that once the gods
walked this piece of land
sharing their thoughts and memories
in their own secret language
just like you and I

Yet we may nod knowingly
because we are sure
we will share their company again
during our walks
in rainy days like this

Poison Bay (for Alexandra)

by The Frog (bluelighter)

WHAT a drag down thru marijuana days
Such a drag with so much
weight on my shoulders...
battered hands

1.
The age of her mantra has
ended enter new age
The Goddess of Love Fractals

Green-eyed silence in rainbow waves
of acid tsunami
A creature of predation
Woman who makes meals of men's soul's

--The Magic Lady of the forest
Sexual rage beating walls to dust
I WANT TO FUCK THE WORLD!
Like the plague of shit choking out
the last poet thru Hell('s) 7th ring

Dimension walls shattered and
a fusion is made thru
the growth of the sun substance Y

I am the barbaric angel
sent to the garden for further testing...

2.
In the arms of the woman of my dreams;
I have found happiness in her soft moist lips
and honest breast of Love
Skin of celestial being She
is the mad painter
who can't spell simple words

"I am fallen and wilt with your unreachable love..."

Which may yet be nurished and saved by the
clutch of the hands of a beautiful mind
Flowers and skulls in eyes so
seductive and slowly murdered
by many men many men over the years of poison bay

FRUSTRATION!

She is a Holy Target
SHE is NATURE!
SHE IS EVERYTHING!!!!

When night comes-
-Thats when the party really gets started.

3.
The world of Ghosts
Sour and desperate
Cold in sunlight
Hue of amber shade
------
I'm maybe the last true Romantic
--however just as confused as the rest

But I know when she cries so does the sky
Waifting out and down thru
the Elvin shadows of psychedelic poetry
and the incense aura of her perfect mind
too complex for an imperfect worldCOLLAPSE IS INEVITABLE

4.
She oozes craving...suffering following in tow
But the Fast Lane is faster--
if you know what I mean

This trainwreck of a poem leaving
bodies scattered everywhere

Peices of my heart here and there for
everyone
to see

She told me how they came tearing at her
with magnifying lenses....
and they are the ones who ruin everything!

I chain myself to ORION
in the peace of starry night
Under the hunter where we share our moments alone
--to let no one in but the other
some several hundred-- miles away

Under his belt where I smoked and drank Ayahausca on hot summer nights
the south of home and drugs
even the shower of DMT in purple rain drop night

Mighty stars of ORION shooting arrows at me from behind
the clouds of Heaven

NOW! NOW! NOW! I DODGE the strays and I know I am the hunted!

And she who is the perfect woman
shot at as well
at the same moment up in the NORTH
Where even the Babies sleep like
Babies...

5.
White paper acid man
White paper snow of July
White paper
INFANTRY OF INFANTS no more

Just PEACE!

All the rest just drip the sewers of Poison Bay

magnifying and applying come I

I heard what was said of the universe,

Hear it and heard it of several thousand years;

It is middling well as far as it goes but is that all?

Magnifying and applying come I,

Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,

Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,

Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,

Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,

In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix engraved,

With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,

Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,

Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,

(They bore mites as for unfledg'd birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves,)

Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself, bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,

Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,

WALT WHITMAN - 'Song of Myself', v. 41

One fallen piece
of water
a mirror
balancing
these pulsing colours
of life.

You do
not see
the shattered
flowers,
nor the exits,
those who left.

Your eyes
follow
flamecentred
jewels
inside
and outside
of sight.

by Stu
a collection of thoughs

Mid Way Open Are Knoll Lullabies For The Sun

December 2003 Luang Prabang, Laos

Mid-Way open are
seeing corners of an entire shape.
At these eyes.
Light gets inside.

Look a round sun;
is anyone around?
Vital for fate.
A moment touched off.
Impractical to stay,
but I would not leave without these memories.

An intimate color;
you can not stop.
Ancient morning roundabout.

A glance ­ A,
slice shimmers cloud;
is the sun.

Eons In A Moment ­ By Shaun Jason Apple

miles of beach . . .
the sudden urge
to run

~ Connie Donleycott

Closed are the gates
From behind a window
You wait
Another world
Mirror image
In tiny streams of rain
You wait

Know the future
A dreamscape
Endless expanding
Anticipate
Projection of ecstasy
Through the walls spiraling
Theatre on lips, on eyes
On face

Ian Smith