gone.


Nina Noah

Blessings
Mandela a Shahto
Sept.03

Ah! Behold a precious view
As thou solemnly trudge and march
On the road to death anew
May thy journey not be too harsh

May thy soul never be tainted
And may thou never feel bereft
May love upon thy heart be painted
And my thy mind never be victim to theft

May the stars from thy eyes never fade
As thou embark'st upon this great crusade
May clear skies always seem blue
And crimson clouds always seem red

May autumn leaves have an orange brown hue
And white blossoms before thy feet be spread
May thy love eternally be amorous and true
And solitude never thine feet embed

With loving gratitude and virtue
To the day thy spirit floats aloft,
Into heavens affectionate and soft.

Fresh buds hungry for the sun,
Rain hungry for dry earth,
Him hungry for her love,
His hunger unsatisfied.

Noah Pettit
16th May 2004

Strange faces

Strange Faces
In an unseeing crowd
Slow paces
My own heart beat loud
Panic thoughts on replay
No money to pay
The pay phone
Without sympathy
Lost…

Noah Pettit
16th May 2004

I'm sittin' here rottin' in jail,
I got no place to go.
It seems I've been here for forty years
Waitin' on death row.


Will someone turn the heat up?
It's gettin' mighty cold.
The rain is soakin' through my clothes
My shoes are growin' mold.


Someone's gotta come get me
Out of this grey hell.
I've been waitin' for half the game
For just a bit of help.


I'll tell you where the flag is;
It's sittin' on a pipe
Above the little compost heap
Where there ain't much light.


Nina Noah

Aaron Frey Mix

It was so sweet

Her friendship was like the chocolate bar she gave me.
I tried to save it but it was gone in five minutes.

Life is Short for some

The small wooden casket contained the small fragile body of the three day old child
Stood under a wall of, artificial transparent, rock. The flame of the candle did not flicker. The flowers and the people not even their breaths moved their statue like forms the only thing that moved was a constant drop of water from the tiny coffin.

The small hall was placed next to a school house where small children played, on this nice sunny summer day.
I saw the priest robe in hand just walk away. If only the parents could do that.
Alone from the group sat a lady; old, she seemed to have something of mind as she sat in a, reflecting solitude, of things she saw.

The Library

Old news articles rotting on the wall.
The smell of ancient paper in the air, the fumes intoxicating.
Knowledge immense my mind is racing over the many renowned, forgotten, revered names engraved on spines of many,
though the pain long forgotten
the scars remain.

The Rain of Sorrow

Sitting in rain, on a surface not yet wetted by cold water.
The freezing liquid falling on me in sheets of wet splinters,
soaking my already cold numb body, but my mind is sharp thinking…thinking of things to come, or thing to have been. Thinking…in the dark cold rain.

Toilet

On this holy place I rest, feeling free and light.
I let my load go; feeling unimaginable relief and joy,
I bet even the greatest artist's made their best works on this throne of porcelain.
Oh Thomas crapper you great man, you make peasants feel like a king on young glamorous contraption.

Grappling with that scream of silence
Threatening presence
Just out of sight
Nothing tangible
Just that dread you can't shake off
Can't escape -- it's around the corner
Or behind your back
All efforts fruitless
The knob won't turn
Catch won't lift
Phone line dead
My mouth opens but no sound comes out
No voice! No power!
Is this the essence of the bad dream
To have no power?
To have no say?

October 14th, 2004
Sonia Benenson

Higher up on the hill,
The old tree stands above the others
Her trunk black and mottled
The surface wrinkled, her branches cragged
The wind torments her and she creaks

Below the younger trees are decking themselves
Adorning their smooth limbs with tendrils of the softest green
They whisper and sigh to each other
The warm sap rising
Makes their colors glow
They murmur together
Songs of love
Buds swelling, growing
Exploding into flowers
Chattering and coaxing, the wind ruffles their leaves
They lean low to each other and laugh

The old tree, high on the hill
Now standing alone in her field
Shudders slightly in the breeze
Sinks her iron roots yet deeper into the hill
She too remembers in her old sinews
Spring!
(May 6th, 2004)
Sonia Benenson

Water -Mountain- Fountain

Sky high rose

And froze, "fountain"

The water-mountain

In the middle,

Of "Fiddle": the riddle city

Of pity to the dead

Who embed below,

The slow flowing river

Giver of fish-

Dish that include

Other seafood

And supplying

The water-mountain

The big fountain

With water.

A din sounding,

as agile as,

rocks mounding

and rolling

spirits rising

and falling

winds whispering

and calling

scaling through

ears

subduing fears,

as it rocks

and rolls

filling scared

holes.

Mandela.a.shahto
22.04.04

I saw a dime
And it did glow
But this time
No heart blow
The whistle rhyme
To stop the grow
Of money crime
I saw a dime

I saw a quarter
It set me off
Temptation starter
Affluent enough?
Soul barter
With hells tuff
Cheap charter
Ignore the quarter
I dropped a dollar
And it lured me
My head, it holler
"Oh have mercy,
I sold a molar,
It is money"
Tempted by smaller
Then the dollar:

I claimed it back
Impugned by dimes
Others would crack
Into the claws
Of moneys black
Heart


Mandela a Shahto