Poem – CLICHÉD (By Ray Gallucci)

  CLICHÉD   Beggars can’t be choosers, For there is no choice for losers, And as paupers we must stand with open hand. Seeing is believing, But can also be deceiving When you’re grieving that you’re down and out again.   Cruising for a bruising, If you’re thin-skinned, makes excusing Your intrusions not so simple of a chore. Striking while […]

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Poem – DISTURBING THE PEACE (By Ray Gallucci)

  DISTURBING THE PEACE (see “Velikovsky’s Ghost Returns – The Electric Universe,” by Michael Goodspeed [http://www.soulsofdistortion.nl/e_universe1.html])   Amazing how little we know Of history from so long ago Regarding our planets and sun And how what we’ve now had begun.   Accepted is theory that all Evolved from primordial ball Condensed down from hydrogen gas That fused to form sun’s […]

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Poem – Power Kernels (By David Russell)

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Power Kernels   Break down the elements, split them To non-existence; Then shatter all solidity’s illusions, Free impulses Beyond the viscous mind, still feeling hard By vanity’s gas upholstered.   And then, for happiness’s definition, Shut the door; Relax, and don’t be squeamish; For every grit of teeth, a pull of trigger, A sear, a cloud . . .   […]

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Poem – Underwater Ballet (By David Russell)

Underwater Ballet In the wistful – drowning; All dreamers hold their breath; Floating balloon Rests full in blister world before the land.   Slippery between skin and scales, Drawn throbbing from the gilled; Great tuna from crustaceans postulated, Anemones new-boned; Parallel concert writhe Curls double joints.   Flippers of androgyny Erected supple   Thighs hoisted angular Lungs ultra-blown;   Last […]

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Poem – S.Wish (By Rony Nair)

Keystones on the ledge, where wisdom cannot factor in for the unexpected; the delusional, the lame duck periods. of self-doubt. of death.   The best are full of doubt ridden stasis. and the worst whore their talents around the sin bin. and sell their soul to the nearest parchment to the next slutty street that we call intellectual capital.   […]

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