TOMAR JACKSON : Land of Roses and Tears
DOUG POOLE : Myth #1 - Cradle of whale bones
JOHN AMEN : twilight blues
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Land of Roses and Tears Myth #1 - Cradle of whale bones twilight blues


TOMAR JACKSON
Land of Roses and Tears
Tom Zart said that Tears are the raindrops of the soul And there's one for all who die. They are the silent words of grief As they fall free from the eye. The shortest verse in the Bible Is the one where Jesus wept So, if you hold back tears, "shed them" When your pain is too harsh to accept. Webster dictionary says that tears clean and lubricate the eyes. I have noticed that tears cleanse the soul from pain, anguish, and are the medium which grants us safe passage from the unbearable to our new reality.   My brother's suicide smashed the levees of my heart. With that one shot my world tore apart.   The tears poured from my eyes like the waterfalls of Niagara.  How can this be, I prayed, I cried, I prayed the word of God to ensure my prayer was on point, then I laid back and rested in the knowledge that “Jesus will work it out” just as he always has.” as the minutes go into hours and the police were notified, the situation is elevated, everyone is panicking but I am resting in the fact that “He may not come when I want him, but he will be there right on time” My God is always on time, always right, never granting my every whim, but supplying all of my needs according to his riches and glory through Christ Jesus.  But this I do not understand, where is the silver lining, where is the justice, where is the happy ending.  At the wake I stand over my brother's body, clinging to hope that something great is going to happen.... At the funeral I continue to keep faith, I am holding on by the nubs of my fingernails. I am losing my grip but I still believe that God can do any- thing. Then they lower my brother's body into the earth, my heart breaks, and my knees weaken; as the coffin hits ground, I fall to my knees clinging to a glimmer of hope that it's not too late and that something great can still happen. I put forth my best effort to run from my tears, because I reject this reality. I am forced to reluctantly surrender my tears like a captor forced to release hostages.    I am like a Katrina victim, standing on the roof top of my emotions with no other place to go but under. Left to drown; my lifeless corpse floating listlessly in the crystal clear ocean of my tears.   My broken heart, finally purged of this agonizing pain, and my spirit is finally at peace. 
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Land of Roses and Tears Myth #1 - Cradle of whale bones twilight blues


DOUG POOLE 
Myth #1 - Cradle of whale bones 
she was born like every other, though extraordinarily mother; made whale bone cradle. Father was sunset who ran and hid ; His shell necklaces, were acceptable greetings, placed around her gracious neck. Scraping a bed for the night with her hands. Far from the whale bones. sand achesthrobs beneath her nails how mother loved her how father ran the gauntlet her heart forming shore beds; within a cradle of whale bones.
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Land of Roses and Tears Myth #1 - Cradle of whale bones twilight blues


JOHN AMEN
twilight blues
forty days of flood messianic rapture the christ-like renaissance a five a.m. brain-shriek makeover rattled to a razor-ballpoint femurs cracking like guitar necks in desert heat borders of anti-semitism protest movements as saccharine as genetic branding power meals america & glorious postcard arms "from sea to shining sea" i imagine baby we are not alone treading pornographic dialogues lusty & buxom blasted & purgatorial in the black bowl run-on sentence of galaxies spiraling corridor of novas darkness as ruthless as a serial killer enemies joined at the genitals evening flows like an opium high despair etched like graffiti or a living epitaph jingoism & inevitable conversion laundry of bibles the anthem of the mad unfinished séances a corporate dream-catcher the ancient vaginal gourd "nothing changes if nothing changes" when the narrator reappears after facts have settled like algae & the teeth of chimneys gnaw i want to be in a cheap motel swimming pool naked as a god bewildered to a fine edge like an anticlimax sky spread like lips open like a silver envelope vainglorious vision barbed language polemics & policy truncation of thirst finally baked in a cheap oven- rainbow selling like time-share heaven i can't remember now whether it was a dream or something plastered to the retina of my day data dying in the arms of my attachments like flies trapped in a puddle of glue a man spreading seed in the front lawn bulldozer plowing through door something inside skull tingling the image of a coat hanger was i strapped down was an experiment happening moon opens folded arms valleys buoy like heaving breasts mountains shrink three solemn wishes in solemn silence ennui of the ape angst of the lion sparrow roaring as twilight settles like a pioneer making camp for the evening voices are ubiquitous & easily ignored in corners of every continent cogs jam the machine groans mallets pounding pillars everywhere is pompeii there are no mantras remaining i must make a place for what will never be mine but is part of me i must continue to seek what i cannot find & such is the long journey of the salmon & such is our long journey from dawn to dusk & beyond
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TOMAR JACKSON : Land of Roses and Tears
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