Poet's Corner

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Jay’s

Family

On the darkest night -
| awaken with terror
Nevermore do | hear
= ae Hones.

Flapping wind
Disturbs my rest _

Terror of those eyes

Talking to each other

This Frightful

inthe Murder Conspiracy

Chatter;
Uneasy mutterings

Their: flight precedes

My arrival

(Blue uniform)

Makes them hide

Their baleful eyes

Weigh me down
With Guilt

Their mocking laughter

Haunts

My Dreams

Would that | could
Catch them

But their acts
Do | hide
Do | hide

The justice

Leave their
To serve
To protect

With a gun

But laws protect them

Their smoking remains
Make me smile

Just more work;

For the Hydro guy

When | walk by another Murder
| find peace

in their laughter

—Travis Ostash

Happiness

I'm drowning in pleasures of the senses.
The world spins me around, swathed in this coat of vibrant

white, my prism of colors for all my brothers and all my sisters.

I’m an empty vessel being filled to overflowing with joy, sun-
shine...

I’m simply ebullient.

| feel light and floaty today.

|| Words pour from my pen like a river sourced from my soul.
|| What is this happiness?

Is it like love, if this feeling has no bounds, no dimensions, no

}| known terrain?

What is: this happiness, | ask.

It makes me want to shout with the joy of it, and cry at the

beauty of it. It’s too much this feeling, and I’m stuffed full...
.it’s not enough, merely this ethereal wisp trailing...to curl

around my heart and squeeze like an iron fist.

My tears pour like heaven’s raindrops soothing my parched
mind,
Till it’s saturated with happiness.

By:
Diane Hypolite

Excuse Me

Politeness epitomizes me

It is weak to be polite
It is...just...

Polite

| am civilized

Not a brutish wartmonger
If you need help...

Ask

Don’t assume weakness
If my military is not as well equipped

As yours
| may be polite, but

Politeness is not a fault
Aggressiveness may initially win

But nobody likes a bully
They just pretend...for protection

If you disagree with me
| won't drop a nuke on you

Or send a Peace (Warmongering)
Army
To blow up your life

What | will do, if you
Don’t like Me, is say

“Excuse Me” and leave

but, don’t be childlike and
throw a tantrum
“By your leave, Excuse Me.”
—Travis Ostash

Political Economy

Fluid reality hides the procrastinating
dollar
Shift to the right
Shift to the left
Does not matter; since perception
is everything
How Quaint, no dollar comes without
a string
One string is weak
But combine many strings into a
rope
You then have a noose
No single Business is wholly evil
When the system is corrupt
All men
All women
Are caught in the
quagmire of Debt

Debt can only be eliminated
When the system changes
As it must
Fluid reality may hide,
But without fluidity
We would have
stagnation

Shifting Perception, are beneficial
lf only we all saw it
that way

—tTravis Ostash