Linksy

Those highland wastes, lets you know, what her people call grace, the heather's sourball blue, late summer's smiles on show, all dancing hills in tune, garroted by her steady taste, she kids me with her jokes, but never acts in haste, a knife stirs in the stew, young women free to bestow, favours of a lowland harmony, the car engine scrapes, you pass by August silos , she doesn't plan escapes, from these lands of good news, she’ll only warm her toes, stifle yawns at early noon, talks of places to go.

Karter

She is sinking slowly, leaving just a little glow, eats and drinks unhappily, it takes energy to flow, she is such a generous soul, I feel stripped to bone, in New York there's harmony, don't do chit chat anymore, our love has gone frankly, it used to be all agogo, honey palaces for our home, a different wind now blows, I hate this yellow uncertainty, sunlit train tracks groan, nowhere is like my journey, men who see us roam, try to circle our thrones, paint our faces for show. I'm not one to moan,

Janey

Wind hushed ruins , salt splashed stones, water safe to bathe in, besides the night, a simple smile of love, holds my breath tight, under fear of wind, orange trees sing, sooth a city's muffled din, birds sail like warmed kites, above the foam, no one else in sight, my partner says just grin, crowded cafe's safer zones, rain comes down spinning, snuffle hrough daily fights, more than naked bones, how clean this morning light, our imaginary home.

India

I ask God for rest, summer within a lover's storm, don't i feel blessed, swinging dangerously, with her raging metaphors, the trouble start with me, howling with tremendous zest, her insults grow enormous, I shudder at my breakfast, she’s a lightning seed, gives a thunderous performance, audience at her own epiphany, just before this Dejeuner fest, music roars from her Beatbox, her roars brook no digress, I struggle to break free, act like I'm not born pour more black coffee, like a Brechtian palimpest, she hurtles to the door, I pray he please arrest, this unholy semaphore ?

Hermoine

Here's a thought for you, do you note what comes first, eaxh image in your view, wish you'd never torn, tongues from those who thirst, beaten bodies broken forms, your sugary tea like glue, leaves little time for mirth, to regard such terrored truth, was it by the score, you spouted lies well versed, all of them wrung raw, wonder if I let hate accrue to place you in a hearse, I'll leave history to choose, I won't get lost forlorn, neither run cursed, not me without compass, when monsters converse,

Gina

You wait on my duress, take me as your creed, say i am the best, children left gone home, cabin is all you need, only crave the crown, sobbing with your success, power your basic greed, across a wooden buttress, my dreams echo in song, wine dark in far seas, an ocean's command, we drink to excess, all is lose to history. pride has no redress, bewitched by cortizone, come lie at my feet, spurned at the cock crow, you won't see evening,

Frankie

The love you gave away, dissolved or flayed, keeps hurt at bay, lifts troubles to forgiveness, don't let them reign, skip Calendars or Catechism, step free of certain games, that cap your flame, maintain hope to keep sane, as for difficult questions, wise not to tell tales, hold your own inquests, drunk as a weathervane, spins over the plain, you're part of this age steam makes espresso's hiss, sawdust cafe's swell with rain, solace you no longer miss, a City whispers your name.