| *Use poetry as a window to your soul.* |
| I haven't felt myself; as of late... Jupiter and Saturn rise in the east There was a full moon just then...and rain... Cold and dry. Stinging, the first of the season. Magnificent colors kiss the ground, a hint of winter's touch in mornings and evenings become shades of gray as Mother Earth goes through her going-to-sleep rituals- I feel myself going through mine. I seem out of my oun reach... I walk half asleep... tossing and turning my nights away. Praying to the God I believe in my solace in lieu of slumber. I fool myself, only making myself more restless. I try and talk myself to sleep... Somehow brazen, new sunlight finds me... del sol, the bastard, insisting I face all this again shades of me lost in the rising- I cast myself into this unwanted reality... feeling tired... almost old. ~Rich Austin & Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~ 10/00 |
| ~Something new and curiously uncertain, Has stired. The faint, almost unconcious whirl in my stomach, Awakens my emotions... I jump start my brain, Thinking tons of little thoughts. ~I want nuthing more, Than to go with this feeling. To let myself breath easy... In the face of fear, instilled... By heart-breaks. ~I want myself to be taken wholy... And admired, I dare say loved. ~Patients graces my reality... But my mind never stops... My heart anxious To feel something real Again. ~Sarah Bugenkse-Pooler~ 10/31/00 |