“BEE BOP” by Bill Duke

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Outsides fine
And I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Outsides fine
But that’s got nothin’ to do with me
Outside things are goin’ swell
But I’m at the bottom of a wishin’ well
Cold as hell
Inside

Outside thing’s are goin’ fine:

Smellin’ flowers
Drinkin’ wine
Lovin’ people
Bein’ kind
Refined

But inside things are ready to bust
Mistrust is turnin’ my love to lust
Confusion’s makin’ fun of hate
All my earlies come too late
Identity treats me like a dog
And all of it’s driftin’ through a fog
Inside

Outside goin’ around givin’ advice
Tellin’ folks that bad is nice
And how great things must have been for Christ
Because he was willin’ to pay the price

But inside
The price has never been paid
And all except delusions fade

Like limping shadows across a shade
Of all my broken promises made
Afraid

Outsides fine
And I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
Outsides fine
But that’s got nothin’ to do with me

Outside things are goin’ swell
But I’m at the bottom of a wishin’ well
Cold as hell
Inside

Bill Duke

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© 2011

“Chambers” by Kalliope Amorphous

the smell of money fills our lungs
our fields are filled with blood
dripping chambers for death knell
the infidel swings from the gallows
erected on our heavy tongues
here, we exile all angels to hell

i have made an aerie for the bodies of the damned
between my skull and womb
nestled in muscle and pulse
the lock is glued
the door is jammed
do not enter this tomb
or heaven will convulse.

Photo & Poem by Kalliope Amorphous

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© 2010

“Dulova” by Stephen Kalinich

Love is an undying dance..

escalate the Peace..

legislation can not make man act
judiciously
hate will manifest
if the heart is jealous envious
kindness never known
cannot be expressed…..

misfits end on streets
with no name
far away from memory
calm winters mischief
violent storms erupt
before killing undress yourself
jump naked into hell….

you have a choice
silent angels jump in front of cars
to save their mothers…

yesterday can not be brought back
take it from where you are
but be aware.
falling backwards
the bastards bomb
that small village
innocent children die
every second
someone is starving….

Stephen John Kalinich

Photo by Mark Mawston

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© 2010