Octavia

Do we know how to give, live a lifetime of greed, in order to love, is there some clue, like it’s in our creed, this gift for bad news, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, a yellow light wonders, does her face bear the blues, witness crass ease, sling back high heeled shoes, would you leave her in sin, join death's black weeds, continue spinning fibs, know what to exclude, say too much to agree, stones,flowers,pieces of wood, conjure your freedom ?

Naomi

My parents say i'm torn, oh they used to create, you don't know you're born, single women with children, state you'll be okay, just don't give in, Our Lady knows my form, no matter what games they play, such an ill hearted home, my Pa was unfaithful, lost within his ways, now he is mainly ill, I only asked for warmth, without any praise, it's my child's communion, don't wish to be unforgiving, but i no longer sway, before their sad mission, shuttered by obeying

Naomi

My parents say i'm torn, oh they used to create, you wouldn't know how forlorn, women with single children, state you'll be okay, just don't give in, Our Lady knows my form, no matter what games they play, such an ill hearted home, my Pa was unfaithful, lost within his ways, now he is mainly ill, I only asked for warmth, without any praise, it's my child's communion, don't wish to be unforgiving, but i no longer sway, before their sad mission, straitened by obeying.

Mona

Don't bring me stolen jewels, make me laugh through tears, dance with simple fools, under cold white stars, water runs ligthtning clear, you can’t stand my sparks, my dreams add further fuel, to others you draw near, pass me money for sooth, smile like a ighthouse arc, remember the ached for years, when you were my spar. turn your head you fool, let me want to hear, times you lit my fuse, how I miss those starts, stronger than your fears, we didn't get very far, I miss those tears.

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.