"Yin Yang" by Alexis
"Cacti City / Ciudad de Nopalitos" by Susy
"Please give me 5 more minutes to dream..." by Leaf
". l a n t e r n s . ." by Skot
These songs are like incandescent cairns
Upon a fleeting path
Little points of light hung in an electron sky
Brighter and brighter
At each junction
Illuminating the way back to Zero
Crumbs of bread scattered at rhythmic intervals
On a forest floor
Left only for those seeing
With certain eyes
Rumors of success that linger
So that the listening
Might follow in your footsteps
And those
Who are not ready
To be devoured
Might find their way back
Once again
In their own time
"Purple Noise" by Rose
"There is no taste of sweat, only dust" by Danielle
i was six and there were giant sunflowers in the courtyard. it was a victorian house, rose colored.
i was thirteen, i laid on a concrete bench in the sun.
i was twenty-two and swam in the ocean, we peed on each other.
i was seventeen, in my grandfather's old bedroom, the sunroom with glass slatted walls.
i was twenty four maybe twenty five, in the courtyard, the concrete courtyard. the three of us.
i was seven, in the backyard, in from the treehouse, in from the porch.
i was twenty-six and you came home.
i was twenty, eating redfish on 14th st and seventh avenue in the cold.
i was in the park, in the rain, in a green and white dress.
i was singing. i was in germany, an echoing room. i have a tape. i was eighteen.
"UN-emotionally Paralyzed" by David
By Roksana
I will carve a space
In the heavy mud
And I will lay me down to grow
Among the weeds.
Rain water shall be
More than plenty
And there will be no sound
But green.
My slow, slow work of growing
Shall bring me
Deepest
Satisfaction.
"Light Bent on their Houses" by Scott
"Mushing Together the Years" by Gina
"Streaming Lines" by Adam
Brightly wound sky slit golden red by sunrise
Trust is something that wouldn’t reside outside
It dwells in tells of time tied between
Dying when lines fry dry inside
When lies line straight with the truth
Trust no longer remains in bloom
Line after line strung along our divide
Each word separates us along the stranded sky
Oh drunken street my feet sway with unease
Running between the scars of my truth
And my scarlet told lie
Was this suppose to be easy?
All things given up so easy?
Truly nothing with meaning is easy
As the slight moon rises
My head low under the weight
Of my unfavorable words
That caused such great relief
When none was needed
Was this suppose to be easy?
All things given up so easy?
I want things to be real, not far
In front, where my eyes can meet
Teeth grilled to be bared
And victory brought by my uneasy love
"Without Time" by Cat
Time calls
insistent
anxious
and full of demand
It will not be stifled
And when ignored
Only grows louder
Yet it is only
A measure
Of the circular
Made linear
A reference
In paradox
Time calls
and men and women
feel important
and justified
answering
Minutes tick their last
and people scramble
to order
things no longer important
in the end
Yet it is only
a construct
that organizes
the hour
the day
the year
in observance
A reference
point
to a memory
that will never
exist in matter
again
I sit asking
to be called
by one
other than time
By the syncopated
dance of a river
frolicking in the
confines of earth
yet still
molding and changing
By the joy
of a infant
looking with eyes
that are seeing
with no knowledge
of time
By the sheer awe
of the stars
in the sky
that only shine
more beautifully
because of the vast emptiness
that cradles them
By the outline
around the trees
the negative space
roots sprout
and grow into
making the most
beautiful
symmetry
of matter and space
Only humans
depend so heavily
So insanely
on time
And miss the beauty
of the unclassified
the unmarked
the unreferenced
Please just let me
Be without time
By Anal
"In My Tower" by Biz
