POEMS
In the Heart(change)
Brenda Rocha
Brenda Rocha
A mahogany kiss
with hair to match and
slightly smaller smiles
below eyes, unrivaled in passion,
matching each other's desiring stare.
And left to their own devices would dance like a flame,
unhindered through the night
Confused in part by
these embraces of comfort,
and also by their moments spent occupied elsewhere,
the only solace they found from
these precipitating emotions
was a busy mind and
a hurting body
Both grew sentimental for easier times,
moments less taxing on the heart.
And with eyes like needles,
they lifted the curtain of night.
with hair to match and
slightly smaller smiles
below eyes, unrivaled in passion,
matching each other's desiring stare.
And left to their own devices would dance like a flame,
unhindered through the night
Confused in part by
these embraces of comfort,
and also by their moments spent occupied elsewhere,
the only solace they found from
these precipitating emotions
was a busy mind and
a hurting body
Both grew sentimental for easier times,
moments less taxing on the heart.
And with eyes like needles,
they lifted the curtain of night.
Secrets of the Lunar Sun
Arvin Javadi
The White doves flew through the thin air
underneath the sun's Bright Yellow glare
their wings beating as one
breaking the fostering air like a drum.
Flying through the Light,
deep, deep, deep into the night
The flock lands to take a rest
each finds its own Secluded nest
Long past the height of midnight
comes a jackal with piercing Sight
preying upon a younger dove
its prey cries and cries for someone's love
yet no one comes save Oblivion
out of the ether of Hadean.*
After the act is done,
The doves ascend towards the lunar sun.
their White feathers are Black agaisnt the moon's glare,
their wings do not beat as one in the thin, revealing air.
*Hadean-era of time when there was nothing and then earth was created
Arvin Javadi
The White doves flew through the thin air
underneath the sun's Bright Yellow glare
their wings beating as one
breaking the fostering air like a drum.
Flying through the Light,
deep, deep, deep into the night
The flock lands to take a rest
each finds its own Secluded nest
Long past the height of midnight
comes a jackal with piercing Sight
preying upon a younger dove
its prey cries and cries for someone's love
yet no one comes save Oblivion
out of the ether of Hadean.*
After the act is done,
The doves ascend towards the lunar sun.
their White feathers are Black agaisnt the moon's glare,
their wings do not beat as one in the thin, revealing air.
*Hadean-era of time when there was nothing and then earth was created