Emancipating Thoughts

By AL

I’ve meditated on a cloud,
the scent of Summer Rain.
I’ve astro-planed to a time
when pharaohs reign.
And people sang
on the Nile waters.
A place where Woman
was praised in High Orders.
And the gods were
the topic of the day.
A place where esoteric
knowledge was on display.
And man thought in depths
of the Milky Way.
I’ve watched winters
melt into springs.
And springs blossom
into summers.
I’ve witnessed the Nirvana
of life.
In every stage of its wonders.

Sky

By TH

So many times I wondered why
no matter how hard I tried
I just couldn’t see the sky…. 

Buried deep in a cell
a feeling deeper than hell...
Behind a steel door
same cold concrete
on the ceiling and the floor… 

In my heart I know the seasons
still change from summer to fall
The pain of missing a window pane
leaves me to wonder if there are
any seasons at all…. 

Missing so much of the outside
world often makes me cry
I find myself on my knees
hoping, begging, praying
for just a glimpse of the SKY. 

The Swim

By KC

I swim with the flow of the river.
The cold water cools not just my skin, but also my worries.
I can barely hear over the rapids.
I can barely see through the spray as it crashed all around.
I hold my breath, and my lungs burn.
My muscles scream out in protest as I strain to keep moving.
It’s a good feeling, honed over years of dedicated training.
It’s the same feeling I get when I awake, and thank God I’m alive.
For there is no greater freedom.
It is liquid life I swim through, confirmation I am alive.

Lost in Between

By SC

Under a starry night
by the sea
looking into shimmering waters
I am mesmerized by its colors!

Sparkling diamonds
embedded on blue mantle
emerald waves
broken by pure pearls of foam

From above a canopy of lights
covers me in wonderment
as far as my eyes could see!
“There” I am lost in between –

This expanse of waters harmony
when startled by a strange sound
and words with empty rhymes

While on a bench two lovers
were conversing instead of being

God, I wish I had a boat and leave
anchoring somewhere to be
“there” where no strange sounds
could or would distracting me
to be lost in between.

Jail Bird

By AB

A bird once flew over a prison and sat on the bars of a window sill
The prisoner fed the bird crackers and the bird ate to his fill
The prisoner put water in a top for the bird to wet his beak
The prisoner done a good deed before he went to sleep

The bird didn’t leave–
He became a jail bird that didn’t know he was free