My Eyes are captivated only through grace, and enlightened through those ruby locks. I bask in wit, and dwell in which that someday, it may matter to you. Of Joyous days, from which I've found pass by like dawn's early view My heart's amiss Quite pondered in which, the day I was wondering too. The smiles and cheers, And God's only jeers Can only take those feeling from you. Ryan

I’ve heard this thing where, when someone dies, People close up all the holes around the house— The keyholes, the chimney, the windows, Even the mouths of the animals, the dogs and the pigs. It’s so the soul won’t be confused, or tempted. It’s so when the soul comes out of the body it’s been in But that doesn’t work anymore, It won’t simply go into another one And try to make itself at home, Pretending as if nothing happened. There’s no mystery—it’s too much work to move on. It isn’t anybody’s fault. A soul is like any of us. It gets used to things, especially after a long life. The way I sit in my living-room chair, The indentation I have put in it now After so many years—that’s how I understand. It’s my chair, And I know how to sit in it. Alberto Ríos

Twinkling Stars A twinkle, a sparkle, a star of burning gas billions of miles between us, but I feel you near As I gaze at your image and release all fear. For I know that very second you wont come at me, with a destructive cause your billions of degrees and black holed nature can leave me alone for this moment - so I breath deeply. For I know at some point we'll meet our doom From a star that burns not too far away. Ryan W.

A Primer of the Daily Round by Howard Nemerov A peels an apple, while B kneels to God, C telephones to D, who has a hand On E’s knee, F coughs, G turns up the sod For H’s grave, I do not understand But J is bringing one clay pigeon down While K brings down a nightstick on L’s head, And M takes mustard, N drives to town, O goes to bed with P, and Q drops dead, R lies to S, but happens to be heard By T, who tells U not to fire V For having to give W the word That X is now deceiving Y with Z, Who happens, just now to remember A Peeling an apple somewhere far away. Courtesy of http://www.poets.org

Rainy Day on a Bus We travel at 60 to a destination 2 hours or so the rain drizzles by us at the same speed Although, i feel warm and dry. Trucks and trains pass us by one by one a sign can higlight our next eatery and a closed down airport sits lonely as I sit Yet, we still stay so warm and dry. Our destination will be reached in 3 hours or more we'll get off, grab our bags, and walk on as if we never met Yet, there's no doubt, that bus was our haven from the cold and wet. Ryan W.

Alone by Maya Angelou Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.