Sky Surfing - Gary Reddin - www.jamartprints.com
Bitter Bliss The grey clouds don’t dampen our spirits We leap out of the car Barefooted,resented by the tough tar Yet the damp soggy sand is welcoming The strenuous wind pushes us onward As the rocks leave us behind The soothing horizon grows closer As the sun parts with the day The smell of the
Untitled She sat in her room, on her bed, with her books, Saying “she missed home”, “But you are at home, darling”, her mother said “You don’t understand – Home is not a house, It’s in good friends, warm campfires and peace, yeah even in smiles. But sometimes I got the feeling it’s within ourselves…
The Pointing Game Pointed fingers whisper pointed words Behind the shield of the hand; No lines are blurred, Nothing left unheard. Pointed words snag at the leg of innocence, Innocence that was left murdered, Left torn and butchered. The heart broken and quivering. Under the grave lay shredded confidence, But those pointed hands are built
Fox Run - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartfactory.com
Create You My life feels like lies, the standards for us are set high Defining what’s considered “normal” or “weird” in this twisted society. The burden of the J.C. is completely crazy, But when you’re done its feels like you’re set free, unhinged, untethered, Like a floating feather drifting along the sky, While the days
Ideas, Hopes and Dreams Ideas, hopes and dreams come from The same place that tells me those Ideas, hopes and dreams are dumb. The doubt blossoms and consumes me. It’s something no one ever sees. The world doesn’t care. You can shed a tear, start to swear, Smash a window, break a chair. The world
Hidden Beauty What we hide behind is fake, The velvet icing on a crumbling cake. The perfect ponytail and smile, Convinced the effort is worthwhile. Trying to conform to society, Forgetting the beauty of variety. For everyone of us is unique, And should let our true selves leak. Because we are truly free to be
Otters - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Need of God I have need of God Although it is useless To tread in the dust To excavate the soil To embrace the air To caress the light To gaze fully at the blue Or lose it in the valley To stop to take the hope from an orchard Even to throw a kiss
Over your Shoulder Watching over your shoulder Judging you silently Note how they get colder And verbally abuse you, violently They think all that matters Is their popularity But in truth all it does Is hide all their insecurity MIke Mac Dubhghaill Days go By As the days go by times tend To get harder
Bison - Lynn McPherson - www.jamartprints.com
Walking Out Walking out an open door Feeling I deserved more Even though your decision wrong I will stay strong With pride in my heart I will make another start To show I’m not broken And I will stay spoken Anon I’m Sick Of I’m sick of being used I’m sick of feeling sad I
Dreams Dreams, they are often thwarted by reality and real life’s expectations, Yet the world’s strongest dreamers are those who have shaken its foundations. Every hero, saviour, champion or legend, who believed their goals to be unattainable, Is known today for their achievements, deeds and triumphs, That to everyone else are unexplainable. For those who