~stirrer of wind~

she was colored 
with the watercolors 
of rainbows' storms

through her journeys
and within her wanderings
she became a watcher

she saw petaled five
peach and grape fairies 
hiding under fallen trees
and they giggled at her 
as she passed them

she saw raven winged dragons
flying deep into the
coal and cedar paints 
of shadow covered mountains

she saw life 
as a road 
that twisted 
and turned
and then would 
unexpectedly fork 

she would think
about these forks
and about
her own direction


and this is how
she thought:

I can choose to see the world 
as a marvelous creation 
waiting for me
to savor fantastic experience

or

I can choose to see the world 
as a destructive force 
waiting for me
to mold and to fall to its desire

No one can control
my mind or how I
choose to see

Only I have the power
to control 
my eyes and my will

then 
she walks to the fork
that the road has become 
and this is what she chooses:

I choose
to see my life 
as full rich and abundant

I choose for my eyes
to forever see the wonder
in this creation

I choose to spend time in nature
for she is the ultimate
nurture for my soul

I choose to look up 
and to look down
and to see the stars
and to see the flowers
for they are my friends

I choose to taste the richness
that is forever around me

If I have moments 
that shake me 
and find me disheartened
I know that they are only moments

My life sentence is this
to live my life 
my best 

-Kimba
copyright:
2001

















J.L.
 
The young woman
works
in the garden.
Her hands
are made dirty 
in the ground.
She plants
flowers of love.
 
There is nothing
more perfectly 
and 
more purely
than his hands
on the all white light,
in the all 
under lunar world.
 
I kiss these hands 
through  
huge distances,
through 
woods and mountains,
through
the seas and oceans...
 
I kiss them 
gentle-gentle
as if touch by lips
to petals of the rose
which has been brought up
these hands.

It is hands favorite...
 
The God,
give of health
to these fragile fingers,
give to veracity
to a body,
give to heart
of love,
and her give
of happiness!
Please!
 
I implore You,
our Lord! 
 
*   *   *
V. Heartwolf,
Copyright,
July 22, 2002.

















War No More

I love to hear the flowers
sing with color
The birds chirping with melodies
To sniff the mock orange blossoms
but not to hear the bombs
scream with demonic shrieks
and wails of hellfire
Not to hear the voices of war
but of purest peace
ringing with harmony 
embracing the world 
and the universe
(END)

-Matthew Sipress
@July1, 2002
airlesslunar@yahoo.com

















the flowers weep
when u ignore them
soon they grow to bloom
then die
so tragic is it that
you did not hear their song
so lonely on the ground
crumbling into dirt
they lay with the tears
of the damned


-Fawn
Copyright:
September11, 2002


















I close my eyes and see the same old garden
Overgrown and loveless
Stones overturned, roots gone bare
Shadows where flowers used to grow
Statues stricken down
Kings and Angels with lichen and moss for crowns
Sundials too weary to tell the centuries that pass

Mazes of hedges fallen to chaos
Where even the most noble are lost
Wander as you may
You'll still leave a stranger
Wondering if the sun would ever shine
Behind those rusty gates

Time here falls in raindrops
Passing through your hair
Into muddy pools of forgotten dreams
Soon, soon I'll forget too
'Neath my crown of vines
I stare at the sky with sightless eyes
Until the days and eternities pass indifferently
To us hearts and souls fallen to stone

-Jeff Boardman
(c)June, 2009
suprajeff@gmail.com



















~lady walks~

lady walks into the garden
with braided flowers in her hair
yellow daisies tilt their heads towards her 
as she passes into paradise

her ringed toes sink 
into tanned grains 
of musk fragranced earth  
as a white satin slip 
caresses her skin 
that is softly touched by father sun

lady walks through her garden
fenced with reaching honeysuckle walls
she gazes up into the light cracks
of fruit covered branches hanging
and breathes the fresh new morning air

the mother's refreshment visits her fingertip
with wet honeydew cooled by a faint breeze 
her cats like eyes see another walking
on the same path that her small foot is touching

gentleman walks into her garden
and his eyes fill with enchanted images
of succulent fruit and flower vines 
his heart pulses faster 
from deep within his chest

he walks in long strides when he sees her
and she runs into his smiling embrace
he lifts her high into the perfumed air 
and he spins her with love 
and they become a ribbon 
tied in time forever 

they are held here in the garden 
of lady lavenders tinted pleasure
one moment in her garden 
and love dances scarlet trails
around two bodies in love

her heart is filled with his heart
and his heart is filled with hers
their fingers entwine into steeple church
as he brushes her cheek with his soul 

father sun lowers his head from heaven
as sister moon reluctantly awakens
to witness the power of innocent love
growing in a garden 


-Joee
@ July 7, 2002



















Written at Horseshoe Bay, BC(5/31/2002)

Clouds over mountains
drifting, whispering
reflected in Horseshoe Bay's 
placid undulating water
ferry smoke rising above mountaintop
creating a volcanic illusion
sunlight sparkling dew 
on the grass
reflected in all-seeing 
all-knowing psychedelix 
eyes and brain, 
spirit and soul.

-Matthew Sipress
@May 31, 2002
airlesslunar@yahoo.com


















Night of Shadows

placid serenity
under a gentle waterfall amid 
rare pink flowers and
endless dells of green

heartland of shimmering 
ephemeral ghost clouds
resting in lullabye ponds
of soft still waters whispering 
into the dreamy 
night of shadows


-Matthew Sipress
@July1, 2002