Vanessa Bumbeers

The pendulum swings from left to right
and as sure as this day will lead to night
I will be standing on your doorstep
at the first sign of light

And your friends will talk
about the things they know not
They’ll pretend they’ve got a
burning desire to do you right
but we both know first sign of a fight
your back
will top the list of things they forgot.

So greet me now or greet me later
Shameless are true friends
caring not of your haters
As the pendulum swings from left to right
I will be standing on your doorstep
when dusk becomes night

Because I am your dream
refusing to let go~


Fade in EIPODE 4

The camera is showing historically relevant action and images of a slave plantation as the story below is being narrated.

Hellen Sheppard
(Voice Over Spoken with a Caribbean accent)

There are lots of stories being told about our little county of Erindale Lockiebe but none to be exact as only our ancestors know its truth. During the times when slavery produced more economically than the combined revenues of mining, shipping and manufacturing of all goods sold, not all white people were at peace in their hearts with the cruelty and or the inhumanity. Not all…

Fade in EIPODE 3 [ Sandra ]
Wednesday Day 2 12:45 AM

A very crowed “Night Club MONICO” loud music as we zoom in on a booth seating a group of six. There are many emptied beer and wine bottles on the table.
Seated among the six are Erick and his Female assistant.

As the conversations open we learn that the other two couples are representatives of two companies also dependant on the generosity of Erick’s approval for their firm’s continued business. For the first time we know the name of his Female Assistant, Jennifer…

photo: MetArt

Your love dances on the tip of my tongue
like a fine wine that swirls its Aroma
its Flavor
its Ambiance
its Buoyancy
its Familiarity.

Its everything is alive
but I dare not swallow
for if I do I fear
I’ll not have you
for tomorrow.


Sydney Sims

You’ve been my joy
my bitter pain
but at the end of the day
I’ve only myself to blame
When you told me
you could be violent
I saw it as a challenge
to prove to you my tenacity
Laying here now on the floor
rip from stem to stern
fear has gotten me silent
I could head to the door
but that would only
reflect poorly on my humanity
If I did nothing to help
the other in line
as my replacement

Today I will stand up
Today I will stop praying
Today the bag over my head
will become the one…

Aman Shrivastava

A new day and the news broadcaster
confirms another disaster
The prisoners are on their knees
Calling heavenly father guide us
a way from strief and tribulation
And the Devil struggles
to keep up with the pastor
having to now beg his holy father

“Spare their religious leaders
cause hell is beginning to freeze over
With me having to be their blessed redeemer”

And the cold, cold ground gives up its dead
Long gone now are all evidence
of the cold, cold stone
that once marked their heads
And Spirits lost meandering in the past
Can finally rest at last.


Ali Soltani

Once we were all there needed to be
the golden freedom
at the end of the rainbow
There we were
being all we could be
Once we were the ever after
the happy ending

Then time came without invitation
time went, taking away innocence
Now we are out of time
and nothing seems to make sense
Even our broken hearts
didn’t seem to last

Sit yourself down
your traumatized
and I don’t even know where to begin
Wishing I could just snap
a finger or two to…

(For all who have ever loved and lost)

When you have swept clean all memories of us from the life behind and still you have missed sweet droplets of memories in the corners of your mind

Though I can feel your need not to be unkind it remains a bittersweet pain each time you speak of our love when easily off your tongue you speak my name

But now, down too deep to be treading water for the comfort of those who fear my drowning and too far up to take safe coverage from the thunderstorms that are sure…

I know I said if it takes forever
I will wait for you
but I never thought you would arrive
just before the closing of my coffin
It was not my intent
to meet you next in heaven
There were so many, many things
So much we did not do
lost for the sake of me waiting for you~


Anthony Cloe Huie

Choose Living Over Existing(CLOE)Gender Free Writer(GFW), MartialArts-Auth"The Spirit That Guides Us" "Noir AM""The Lottery"

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