ALL KNOWING

Shyly, into an almost perfect day
(seeing that the sky is not gray,
nor dull the green of the fields,
nor the scent of pines strong and silent
but light as air)
 you came

and eyed my words, reluctant to lend meaning
when your slightest look perceives
all there is,
stars, moons, the soft hush of velvet
on marbled floors,
the deepest degrees of day,
absolute brightness,
quivering strings,

or kisses if you may,
or the gentle and slow flight
of invisible faces that hauntingly smiles
among the portraits on the wall,
or the perpetual sleep of trees
sighing in mid-day dreams and midnight awakening to
stars,

(arranging artfully the levels of blue
and white and gold and yellows of a setting sun
without lifting a finger, you)
in your silence, in your dance-song soul, you know
the long and lingering want of eyes that
know,
as you know
(how a star is spoken and a poem is born)

and how dreams die as suddenly
and with deep intensity
as your closing eyes

-Marty
martyu_p@yahoo.com
Copyright:
July, 11, 2001

















Glimmer Ghazal

Love knew while looking deep into eclipsed eyes
that this soul was irreplaceable to the life of eyes.  

Thoughts dance backward through wind chimed nights 
and ask how long it will be until my eyes see your eyes.

Love is a precious gift who pours oil on a dry back 
it drips from fingertips allowing lovers to close eyes.

Captured in the stained glass jar of your heart 
I flutter my wings hoping to realize your eyes.

Love looks at me as the glitter that falls from heaven 
and lives in the depths of the diamonds in your eyes.

-Joee
Copyright: 
January 18, 2004

















the fantasy of him 

his name is silence 
and he tells me to move ahead 
i walk along this broken glass 
moving to the beat of a memory 
if i could hold onto this fog 
i would steal its breath forever 
to lay in his satin vested heart 
and pour myself out to him 
i feel him 
i know him 
at least i did 

black like a paintbrush to my illusion 
clearing away the beauty of what i needed 
did i forget to see for this long 
why did i turn my face from the truth 
he who laid in love only to deceive it 
dancing waves of rain 
while he held me so close to him 
i shivered there at the last touch of his warmth 
the warm salt on his face so innocent 
i believed him 
i loved him 
at least i did 

so painful is the lie that i blind myself to 
he cuts me deep like no blade ever could 
is the eternal flame of love burning under water 
does its smoke forever rein clear against my breast 
how long will i be tormented 
it is not love that lasts forever 
but the pain from the space it leaves 
i lay here cold and broken for him 
beaten and used but still breathing 
i forget him 
i move on 
at least i will 

--fawn 
copyright:
july 9, 2001

"Tell yourself we'll start again 
Tell yourself it's not the end 
Tell yourself it couldn't happen 
Not this way 
Not today" 
--The Cure 

















 
~What Now?~ 
 
As I look upon what I have done, 
I find myself in regret, 
In the past, 
My craving for a love was unbarable, 
Now, as I look upon how I am, 
I find myself happy, 
There may be others that need me as their love, 
Do I feel the same way, 
I do not know, 
I find myself bored and unsure, 
There is only one question I can ask, 
I may fear of be confused by the question, 
But it will remain until someone right comes along for me, 
What Now? 


-Justin Goodman 
Copyright 2001 
 

















true amour 

i am willing to cry 
if it will make me stronger 
i am willing to hold on 
if you are not a stranger anymore 

but what i see when i look into your eyes 
has become something that i hoped would never shine 
you are a tangle of a translucent tide 
your words would scrape like fire on glass 
but this silence 
this muted nothing, is so much worse 

speak to me once more 
even if it is nothing more but screaming 
explain to me your lack of pain 
let me understand how it feels to be numb 
to have left nothing for me 

is my fear of solitude containing? 
could my emptiness be a result of you? 
was i ever made of solid steal? 
when did i become such a pool of weakness? 

kisses so warm only covered an inside so cold 
your frozen heart burns me 
i want you to feel me as i felt you 
i want to know you as i thought i did 

this broken nothing is all consuming 
muted love is so suffocating 
i am hiding in layers of mistrust 
never knowing the feeling of being loved 
my body breaks wishing you would enter 
could i ever be complete in you? 

my life has become bitter insomnia 
for fear of dreaming you true again 
only to lose you once more 

--fawn 
copyright:
july 15, 2001


















Love is a bridge over moonlit 
gardens of serenity.
Love is an angel on butterfly wings.
Love spreads its luminous wings of blyss.
Love is mirrored in every eye.
Love is drunken from crystal waters 
and emerald springs.
Its essence sparkles like sunlight.
Love is a planet in an ocean of stars.

-Matt S.
airlesslunar@yahoo.com
Copyright:
July 2001

















war dance

there's no point in changing the station
on my drive to work this morning,
because every song is the same,
every tune is about you.
from how you make my life complete,
to how i wish you'd notice me,
ending with the inexpressible three words
as i turn the engine off and face the world.

must i admit that what i am feeling is a cliche
of what everyone else wants to experience?
but i play it down with a sarcastic laugh
or a roll of the eyes, keeping the game in tact.
but i think the only one fooled is me,
because my best attempts at playing detached
only laminate my emotional transparency,
accenting my childlike vulnerability.

maybe love is danced like a war,
and i'm choreographing
this constant battle of self.
wanting so badly to please,
while teasing the admired.
knowing that stepping forward
will only cause you to flow backwards.
yet this is something i must accept,
because if the tension
between our bodies relaxes,
the dance will come to a halt.
but i'm needing to express how i feel
at the risk of its disappearance,
'cuz i'm too dizzy from all these spins
to make believe that a follow can lead.

-Fawn
(c) April, 2007

















A sentence about love.
Love is a bridge over moonlit 
gardens of serenity.
For some, love is like kissing the 
barrel of a shotgun.
For others, love is pure bliss.
Love is an angel with butterfly wings.

Love to the fullest.

-Matt
Copyright:
July 2001
airlesslunar@yahoo.com

















~heart way~
 
he touches her cheek 
with the enchantment 
of flowers' wings 

this soft caress 
of him 
fills her 
with new strength 

he protects her 
from the harsh reality 
of a world in chaos 

he nurtures her soul 
with gently spoken words 
that tell her she is cherished 
and that comfort her in his love 

he uplifts her spirit with actions 
that proves his devotion to her
his presence is felt whether 
he is near her or far away 

he makes her feel as though 
she were the only woman 
that he could ever adore
and she blossoms  

he loves her 
with such completeness
of mind body and spirit
that she feels that she is 
drinking from a wishing well 
come true 

he touches her in ways 
that makes her lose herself 
in their paradise of pleasure
and his knowing embrace 
is imprinted onto her soul 

she is fully secure in his love
and her heart is circumcised 
with his name



-Kimba
Copyright:
July 30, 2001