Just a bit of my origional poetry to share.

[Railen Morana]

Rodin's caryatid

cryin at my failures
feeling the weight of the world
my head spins from the vertigo
stalwart stanchion through years
face stained, wonderin’what future will hold
       
Ill help bear the load
for the others who are falling
weight too heavy for one alone
who will stand in my place
when it all comes crashing down

where will we find shelter
all the walls are broken shells
wind blown and scattered
time and tide etching away our facade
leaving only traces of what we once were

Ill help bear the load
for the others who are falling
weight too heavy for one alone
who will stand in my place
when it all comes crashing down

[Railen Morana]

Twilight

Dancing barefoot between shadows
on the raw edge of darkness and light
souls numb and bleeding
impervious to the cold
from the fire that burns within

[Railen Morana]

Terpsechore's fire

I go back to remind myself I once danced with fire.
honey on steel
colours change as the fire cools
smell of heat
the air so hot and still
the sweat disappears almost before it broke
leaving only a layer of salt
prayers said to the gods of fire
"Dont let this one drop into the glory hole!"
Learning the difference between uncomfortable and tissue damage
cold steel on hot flesh
After the saltant sculpture is put to rest for the night
another dance begins.

(I was an art Major- glass blowing emphasis in college)

[Railen Morana]

Religion

Wearing a cloak of fog I wander
clear air filling my lungs
Nothing can match the peace here
Ancient Giants
watching
waiting
Only the mountain has more patience
Walking through the cathedral
a twig snaps under bare foot
Ferns sing Hymns
Mosses invite touch
Holy Ground
Birth, life and death in balance
This is my church.

[Railen Morana]

Eclipse

Endless hours waiting in solitude
for stolen moments in time.
Fire burns white hot,
glowing from within,
unable to be contained,
bathing us in its tide.
Moonlight and Shadow dance together,
breathlessly awaiting the dawn.

[Railen Morana]

Winter

The cold has crept in and found the empty place inside,
cradling my heart and chilling until it is too numb to feel.
I walk through this world alone again,
and watch my breath turn to fog in the middle of the night.

[Marcus Kobra]

Beautiful. . . simply beautiful.