Poetry :

Artist : Jason X
Title : none

Kraft Diner and UFO's
On the back of an ass.
Blue Jay Patio.
Sun Flower Seeds
"Flee From Hate"
Vision Manifest Reality
Glory Once Removed

Artist : Christian (X-ist) Coombes
Title : Man In Time

Knew him many years
Spoke of evils war and hate
Went to see him once again
But he was not there

Artist : Scott Anthony
Title : Life

The year was 1985, One thousand nine hundred eighty five years since I've died.
And now baptized, into god's eyes, once again I rise, returning from the skies.
To advise the advice, not once, nor twice but threee times on god's dice.
To roll a five an eight a nine and a one, traveling backwords, back to the sun,
where i find guidence to find love up above, where I won't be judged if i was or
Wasn't a thug, born animal or born bug, I'am still here, reflecting on the earth,
ever since I saw my reflection in the water at birth, I knew i been baptized into a curse,
That would justify me to judge a homless man for snatching a purse, and than my justice ends in the back of the hurse.
So now you know, now you know, now you know, That my rolll, is to return the heat back into the cold, baptized a full body of water is what I'am told.

Artist : Jason X
Title : Political Criminal

Lord have mercy on You Political Criminal
I seen them watching without seeing the truth
Comforting themselves in the Lie
Comforting themselves in the external world of illusion
Talking while walking in a hallway
High ceilings and clean toilets
Toilets cleaned by servants they don't know
Hardly real people to them
They are help. Cleaning for Little Pay
For those who give no thanks for their families
Some sleep in the streets. Thousands Do!
Same Sun, moon and rain and stars
Using a toilet in a back alley
No soap, towels or people cleaning for them.
They own the Planet. It's their inheritance.
Natives of First Nations Living among them.
Rich as Children of Light,
Pedalling on the street to stay ALIVE.
Back in the high ceilings hallway
Political Criminals cut their welfare access
Laugh and Joke with the ones watching Blindly
Pain in my heart, tears come to my eyes but
I don't cry.
Like the baby who's mother is sleeping in a shelter
The Political Criminal Blames her.
Her one Child of Light deciding to Live on
With a choice to Live and a will to survive,
She values and appreciates her Life too much to take it.
Living under ground with the smell of urine
She is the one Watching with God's Eye's Wide open
Wide awake she sees the hallway and the Political Criminal
Taking a deep breath and walking on into Heaven on Earth

Artist : Christian (X-ist) Coombes
Title : Will I Ever Have

The Slight hope in my heart is gone
The feelings I had will never return
Unless I get to hold you one last time
In my arms
Than maybe I will...
Be happy once again
Accept my life's dark end
And smile at all the times that we shared
Or if I don't
Like now, I'll ask "Why?"
And wonder if I will ever see in your eyes again
See what I am not
What I'ld like to be:
Your one and only
Be your shoulder to cry on
And be your reason not to cry at all
And we'll smile at the times we will share
But if we don't...
I'm dying to know
Will I ever be happy?
Without you by my side
Without you as my bride
So to my mind I say:
"Je vous dèteste."
I am messed
I am blessed
For your kiss and your smile
So I say to you:
"Je t'aime."

Artist : Alica Dawn Goyan
Title : Love Poem

I think I'm crazy Now,
Maybe I dream too much,
But when I think of you,
I long to feel your touch,
To whisper in your ear,
Words that are old as time,
Words only you can hear,
If only you were mine.
Everything you are,
Everything I'll be,
Touches the current of love, deep in me,
When I need you,
I just close my eyes, and I'm with you,
And all that I so want to give you,
Its only a heart beat away,
If my heart had wings I would fly to you,
And lie beside you as you dream,
You are the hero of my heart,
And all that means nothing at all,
If I can't be with you.

To submit, send poetry to : christian_coombes@hotmail.com