brings one to greater heights of passion than those achieved or imagined _ by any sorority girl or boy indeed i would rather be celibate surrounded by intellectual men/women those nerdy college students with trig shooters at their hip than spend endless nights with countless college boys who think only with their dick Aural Dog BLIND LOVE Seconds, hours, days, months how long, what time? Never sure, confused forever still looking, for feelings that will last; naive, full of hope waiting for ..... something unreal. Relax! - you have to be tough; there is your lover, only a selfish, married man who took your body away. You should say “thanks”- You are a woman now - use that time! Don’t forget, you have only a couple of months, days, hours, seconds to be his toy! Jolanta Krysinski TRYI I can see him walking towards my body, mixed with pain from yesterday. My soul knows it already, that this creature will take my present cold desire at least for this indifferent moment. The door is still open. This giving is not enough to scare away the shadow behind by back. There is a decision to make; my lost thoughts can’t find a solution for that confusion. When he touches me I forget for a while that the deadline is as near as my fear and I give up. ~~ Jolanta , oO MOR PoETRYE -Oz roe a RISIS I Cigarette like a drug going through your body, satisfying - hunger’s pain Feeling that could be a desire for having another life beside your own, which is not around Silence surrounded with loud, unexpected voices which can not fill the emptiness around you. With all this mess confusion is making her painful, future plans. RISIS II Through the silence shaking blood in the veins soul with no shelter helpless brain too difficult heart moving eyes restless curiosity tired suspicions I miss you. Jolanta Krysinski Midnight Burning Ships burn off the distant shore, The dark midnight air Carries the glow of the brilliant fire, The spectacle rages And souls perish on the velvet sea. An echo rings out from the doomed vessel, Its crew leap into an unknown eternal fate. The black water below the bow Remains calm, The sea grows still In this moment of torment. No one hears the crewmates’ cries for help, No one witnesses their tortured final moments, For this is a silent tragedy. The powerful flames engulf the vessel, And the cold sea conspires about them. Death by fire Or death by salt water, The darkness chokes off all sound As the decision is made by each and every. = Wood By the Time I Reach the River By the time I reach the river, My friends will all be gone. They’ve set themselves adrift On planks of knotted wood And bark, They abandon the scene Aboard the thin raft. © From the heights of the levee, I look at the murky current That must have carried them away, Taken them from the pale shoreline And into the tidal flats, Where the slow water, Burdened with the silt and sediments Of upstream nations Gives way to the salt marsh; Reeds, weeds, and thin green Stalks of bullrushes abound- This is the forbidden flood plain; Here, over rodent households, The migratory birds flock once a year. From the gravel at the bank, And with the tall grass and driftwood At my feet, I see the slow churning Of nature’s jade coloured brew; The water is thick and patient, The story of its conspiracy Remains untold. Under the heat of the summer sun, My skin grows moist and salty, My hot breath Released to the lazy air, And as I wipe the sweat from my brow, I look across To where the water meets the horizon Before fading Out of sight, And I wonder Where are my friends now? Alastair Wood B eccionic er oe ee oe LANGUAGE and/or Sere 2 es ee Toys ‘Rn’t Us There’s no string to pull, No cord to plug in, No batteries included. You can’t move the limbs To position it the way you want, Or toss it in the trash. There’s no ego boosting recorded message, No fun at your disposal And no wide eyed gaze solely for you Because ... Iam not a toy But if I were You wouldn’t meet the requirements on the side of the box. Carmen Stamenkovic » 4 7 , “f fee is Pai pees eal : n . . x seh nt x4 c ° Bry a 7 brings one to greater heights of passion than those achieved or imagined by any sorority girl or boy indeed i would rather be celibate surrounded by intellectual men/women those nerdy college student with trig shooters at their hip than spend endless nights with countless college boys who think only with their dick Aural Dog BLIND LOVE Seconds, hours, days, months how long, what time? Never sure, confused forever still looking, for feelings that will last; naive, full of hope waiting for something unreal, Relax! - you have to be tough; there is your love: only a selfish, married man who took your body away. You should say “thanks You are a woman now ~ use that time! Don’t forget, you have only a couple of months, days, hours, seconds to be his toy! Jolanta Krysinski MOR PoETRGE ¢ TRYING Ican see him walking towards my bod) mixed with pain from yesterday. My soul knows it already, that this creature will take my present cold desire at least for this indifferent. moment. The door is still open. This giving is not enough to scare away the shadow behind by back. There is a decision to make; my lost thoughts can’t find a solution for that confusion. When he touches me I forget for a while that the deadline is, as near as my fear and I give up. @ Jolanta Krysinskt CRISIS 1 Cigarette like a drug going through your body, satisfying hunger’s pain Feeling that could be a desire for having another life beside your own, which is not around Silence surrounded with loud, unexpected voices which can not fill the emptiness around you. With all this mess confusion is making her painful, future plans, Through the silence shaking blood in the veins soul with no shelter helpless brain too difficult heart moving eyes restless curiosity tired suspicion Tmiss you. Jolanta Krysinski Ships burn off the distant shore, The dark midnight air Carries the glow of the brilliant fire, The spectacle rages And souls perish on the velvet sea. ‘An echo rings out from the doomed vessel, Its crew leap into an unknown eternal fate. The black water below the bow Remains calm, ‘The sea grows still In this moment of torment. No one hears the crewmates’ cries for help, No one witnesses their tortured final moments, For this is a silent tragedy. The powerful flames engulf the vessel, And the cold sea conspires about them. Death by fire Or death by salt water, The darkness chokes off all sound As the decision is made by each and every. Alastair Wood -OZ wie? LANGUAGE By the Time I_Reach the River By the time I reach the river, My friends will all be gone. They've set themselves adrift On planks of knotted wood And bark, They abandon the scene Aboard the thin raft. From the heights of the levee, Hook at the murky current That must have carried them away, Taken them from the pale shoreline And into the tidal flats, Where the slow water, Burdened with the silt and sediments Of upstream nations Gives way to the salt marsh; Reeds, weeds, and thin green Stalks of bullrushes abound- This is the forbidden flood plain; Here, over rodent households, ‘The migratory birds flock once a year. From the gravel at the bank, And with the tall grass and driftwood At my feet, Isee the slow churning Of nature's jade coloured brew; The water is thick and patient, The story of its conspiracy Remains untold. Under the heat of the summer sun, My skin grows moist and salty, My hot breath Released to the lazy air, And as I wipe the sweat from my brow, Tlook across To where the water meets the horizon Before fading Out of sight, And I wonder Where are my friends now? Alastair Wood Affects ‘ond/or Toys ‘Rn’t Us There’s no string to pull, No cord to plug in, No batteries included. You can’t move the limbs To position it the way you want, Or toss it in the trash. There's no ego boosting recorded message, No fun at your disposal ‘And no wide eyed gaze solely for you Because Tam nota toy But if I were You wouldn’t meet the requirements on the side of the box. Carmen Stamenkoy