As my emotions blow past me
I face them as they come
Confusion, sadness, anger
They hit me one by one

Overwhelmed, I cannot stop
This unholy barrage
Bruised by gas lighting
Torn apart from love

Screaming through the spiral
Past rage and exhaustion,
Grasping for empathy
Slamming into the earth

Face down, blood pouring
From my soul outward
I pick myself up, dusting off the hate
Beginning the long climb upward

Oh ye frequenter
this luscious temple and
everything that is within
Is mine.
you are a drop-in seeking to worship
don't act like you own it

Till when will you understand
that the essence that flows in this valley
Is mine.
you should have known
when you searched for honey
in a honey pot that wasn't for you

So keep your stereotypic comments
run as fast as your tiny legs can bare
this rebel here is done being told
what to do

Having long ago gone past
The equinox, of my being
Now, it’s only atrophy
In myself I’m seeing

Yet, I grudgingly march on
To the solstice in my life
A meeting with that grim
And hooded thing, with scythe

But, this journey to my destiny
At the end of perdition’s road
Is made, not with heavy heart
But with joy, from easing of the load
BOEMS BY JA 286

You tear up the night
shredding clouds, bruising sky
with your untamed, unchained symphony.
Trees swing,
saplings split,
Twenty five feet of axle and aluminium
bend and flex as you
chew and spit out your fury
against thin walls.
Inside,
curtains sashay,
cups slide,
we are all forced to the beat
of your Danse Macabre.
Only one of us
cocooned, slumbers on
mindless that the end of our world
is within your grasp.

Maybes And Supposes….

Rain plays gently on
the hood of my coat,
I hear though I choose
to play the fool.
Weather torn sounds
escape from my throat,
I’m glad nature doesn’t
understand cruel.

Wonder what stirs man’s base desire,
perhaps a jolt in his cerebral thought.
Maybe it’s like a heat radiating from fire,
or a starts gun, with more than one shot.

My God is so awesome, majestic
He's worthy and glorious
So beautiful to me
My God is living within my soul
Leading me gently through
Green valleys and peaceful streams
My God is so wonderful to me
I seek Him daily and call out His name
Bowing before His precious throne
Humbled and contrite longing to see
The way to heaven and be with my King
Humbled and thankful that Jesus loves me

By: Leona Chaput

Wonderful love, love overwhelming
So awesome to me
Beautiful thoughts, beautiful glory
That is in God
Songs of praise and offered
As worship
Praising Jesus with my songs

By: Leona Chaput

The strawberry haired Wendigo blows in excretion. Breathing vegetables, spoonfed, wear toupees done in heatstroke.

Blushing in the thermal doorway. Teeth exposed in tinfoil increments out of The Reader's (hypocrite, brother) in blue opal doorbells. Halls of trance mirrrors, borders, nooks and crannies with hatchetheads all float in gravitational

Doll cinderblock eyes.

The strawberry reed breathes, and smiling sugar cubed hieroglyphs slowly exposed in numbers of cuneiform hexes spiling in a Chinese flypaper flask.

There in the glow of evening
I feel your touch in my senses
Then you close your form to me
I retouch as senses reel away

Just being, with nothing to compare
Soft silk, of skin against skin
Drifting minds on a journey new
I have found you, I am overwhelmed

Dreams made that float away
Cares dimmed for another day
Please, Please, just say you’ll stay
Ah! Your thoughts joined my way.