Ssofia

Stuck painfully to my side a film projects

My skeletons dancing in Sofias bridal fantasy. Stairwells bring down,

A polite remark awaits with trembles tempting thin satin,

Expecting the least from what is to become.

Whos guests- molding together a somber prediction-

Place moist palms onto a book that defines

A muttering God? This verbal disturbance shreds blank, longing notes

Confessing murder and marvel. Red velvet contradicts the canvass

To lay out an empty cemetery. Graves honoring

My selected victims of force that tie glee down.

Complaints from blisters winning authority only caress

A patient registered with alert in police mind states.

Domestic disturbance fails to awaken the obvious.

Red hair pulled from the scalp of a slouched, bitter

Angel. Starving on a beach in the middle of an

Imagery forest.


by Brian Hardie

4

I pray
Thank the Lord
Daily
4 Everything he
Provides.
I pray
4 the unwell
Deprived
Dispossessed
Lost souls
I pray 4
Families in anguish
I pray 4
A better world
I pray 4 my family
I pray to become
A better person,
I pray 4 you.

by Jaime Ferreyros

I Try

And I try
Not to look for
For you picture.
And I try
Not to envision
Your face
And I sigh
Swiftly falling
From grace
Exorcise my mind
To space
Preventing my eyes
To sin
Averting my soul
Within
And I try…
…Introduce,
Forbidden Love
To the wind.

by Jaime Ferreyros

Defender of words

We stand in defense
of our blessed words

Defiant of change

Rigid

Blowing hot smoke
up our own

like ass over tea kettle

No exits – no confrontation

A cheerleading
squad between our ears

You’re the best baby!
Rah, Rah…

by Ron N. Cervero

Blood for Cash

Money for salvation
twisted doctrine

creature comfy
material sanctuary

send me your
money child

guilt me…

I give
you take

send the food off
your babies plate

live the ABUBDANT life
you’re the King’s kid

don’t forget it!

When Jesus had no place
to lay His head

homeless Savior…

by Ron N. Cervero
www.lostbeatpoetry.com

Sin Rules

You divorce
Date other people
Live or have
Sex with them
Sometimes out of love
Sometimes because you’re lonely.
The example is set
Under similar circumstances
Your children probably
Will act the same way
Now you don’t have
Moral authority to
Stop
Or judge them…
…good luck.

by Jaime Ferreyros

Shallow

You should be an interior
decorator in an insane asylum

Your colors don't match
Your words don't match

I watch your mouth move
but it drones vanilla...

by Ron N. Cervero