AP#7 is here!
thanks Ric Downing. Ash sharma, Niamh Serendipity and Bekkie Sanchez!

Etched on pages..

The book of life
As the new chapter unfolds
The mystery elevates..
Fools be told of hidden pasts
Not knowing that they never last
Turn the page right this way...
Woven into words
Victories and tragedies
A chapter closes!
Next page please
 as this one bleeds
Of stolen hearts
with trustful fingers
My mind just sits here
 and wants to linger.
Flipping to the other side
I spy something that might arise
Interests and a hearty story
Of hidden truths and distant glories.
Glory is a myth
Perpetuated for real
Stories of blood lies
Deep with scandal of lustrous
Sexual perversions abound
where a Lover's kiss becomes
More than just a bedroom trist
Back door, hall way.. run thru here
Wooden stairs ...go down there
The book is written

with blood, sweat and tears-

fettered by frailties.

Ink dries on the pages
Smeared with blood and pain
An etched memory!

 


AP #6

CREDITS: INUSHA WIJESURYA, BEKKIE SANCHEZ,NIAMH SERENDIPITY,JOANNE DRAGONHEART, CHRIS FRAZIER,WORD VANGO

I HAD TO LET YOU GO..

You love me, I know it

but now you need to show me

I need to know your feelings

before I set you free.

don't take it as a threat

I don't want to let you go

you keep your heart in secret

when there's so much you could show.

Be brave - take a chance

to let your heart open wide...

It's worth it! So many possibilities 

if you choose not to hide

Love is a flower

that blossoms in trust

nurtured with tender care

as one loving soul !!!

And so I say good bye

but only for a twinkling

I keep you in my heart

if you ever have the inkling.

It hurts me to go

more than you could know

don't let me slip away

wanting your love, your nights and days..

If I find someone new

I know that you can feel it

remember it was once you

but now we just don't fit.

Why it happened

My heart knows not

All it knows

You can't be in its space

Any more!

we know love is often brief 

the higher the flame, 

I  lit the wick for you

you, snuffed it out!

Yet not before its light

Had been reflected 

In your loving eyes

That one last time

You kept that look alive 

Couldn't let it go

It was the same for me

Yet I knew the reason...

AP #5
CREDITS:
STEPHANIE SABOURIN
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
ELIZABETH GALLO
SHEFALI ARORA

LIKE IT GOES ON...

Like the wind doesn't stop
 flowing in its course
Like  the sun never fails
to turn up everyday
Like the flowers never forget to bloom...

 

Like Heart never forgets its beat
or blood through veins to course
Like eyes never forgets the newness
of dawn
Like true Love never ends...

 

Like rivers that flow to the sea
Meandering on their way
Like birds that sing
Their chorus to the dawn sun rising
Like words that charms our souls...

 

Like lovers that kiss
such passionate bliss
Like children that laugh
unending moments of innocence
Like diamonds dispersion
rainbows diverse with color
Like crayons creating original design
Artists fashion from an intricate eye  ...

Like the changing seasons
The rising and setting sun
The spinning earth itself
Song of the never ending universe

Like the cycle of sadness

Gives way to happy moments

Like we never realize how life works

it goes on and on...

AP # 4 RESULTS ARE HERE:

CREDITS:

KRITI GANGWAR
NIAMH SERENDIPITY
POETRY AND BEAUTY ARTS CLUB
WORK MAN
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
CHRIS FRAZIER
ELIZABETH GALLO
SHEFALI ARORA



THE CANVAS OF LIFE!



Why do we need to mask our souls
With the colors of the world
When the hues of life are enough
To paint our canvas?

Why not do we let colors own,instead
Paint vibrant,the vast vast world
With strokes of joy and laughter
Give and receive love, thus?

Paint flowers in between those hearts
Fill the gaps with broken color
Harmonious colors to heal the world
Mixed with friendship and good nature.

Show these flowers to the world
Let them know the beauty of your art
Open it up with vigor
For it reflects your own soul.

Your soul being of reflection
is complete if your soul is whole
There in that field
 will numerous flowers bloom

And in fantasy never wilt
Waiver or decay
But bloom repeatedly, eternity
measured in non existent days


Mud and rain has been splattered
On the windows of my soul
Tears and pain leave bloodstains smeared
Across the ledge and inner walls
 of consciousness and unconsciousness

Paint and make-up conceal cracks
and make smooth the wrinkles that
material wealth tries to hide
Truth is reflected through silver shades of miscarriage
while darkness smothers all justice

Why don't we embrace our many tasks
and once colored trade them happily
Each of us wearing the mask of another
on this day each of us will be fully understood.

Standing together we hold hands against the dark
Heal and change many colors together
Making a flesh rainbow of our bodies
Stretching forever into the heavens above.

Or in reality know
This color is the range of colors
and be content with the canvas
we are as self
and then we hold each hand
and love its paint as well!

While painting the vision of our multi beings
in and on life as a picture and hope our stories
are told in proper regard
No less colorful than each one of us are!

But if it's left to hope
then we may find
That our combination of colors 
will never be in fashion

So we must rise and strive beyond hope
To create with those colors
Our own finished work 
from this expectation!

Broaden your palette
Increase your shades to blend
whether pastel or vibrant
for both are needed,necessary
just as light and dark are!

Revealing colors in rainbow's
 promise of infinity
unending, uncompromising unity,love transcendent
Luminous reflection of each other.

I see you, you see me
Interpretations of light 
in colors inexplicable
Understood only by the heart!

ANOTHER ADD TO POEM IS HERE!
EFFORTS BY:

POETRY AND BEAUTY ARTS CLUB
WORD VANGO
BEKKIE SANCHEZ
SHEFALI ARORA

Just Go With It

If I could roll with it,
just stop-
change direction
and go with it. 
No holding back
just grow with it
start again and
flow with it.

If I could hold it
Alone in walking with it
not toe to heel mimic
but heel to toe with it

If I could
stumbling
stuttering,sputtering
and
Smiling all the while

If I could mold it
into a vision beautiful
Mystery it would be
Numbing me

If I could
once hold it
let it be all i envision
Tear it from dreams
make it reality!

If I could chase it
I would go miles away
My eye glued
My senses sewed
To its splendid beauty

If I could keep it
Ages would pass
Yet it would remain
And I would smile
Mesmerized by its worth!

If I could just roll with it
and when I catch it
become enthralled with it
I would like to  break some
 laws with it-
then spin around
and fall down with it

I never have a frown with it!