With Pythagorean precision the children of the discipline listen and learn The Euclidian Mystery calls out only to the children of the doctrine They ponder its...
a most compelling write **************************************** Chris G. Vaillancourt+ ... From: Tommy <fse@...> Subject: [BeatStreetPoetSociety] The...
The DoorThe door is open. Spirits race out into the dark. They are escaping. Re-inventing death. I am one of the spirits. I am one of the lost. Escaping into...
Forever and Ever Give to me your emptiness and let me fill it with my love Hand to me your loneliness and let me fill it with completeness Let me slide into...
Brown Paper Bag Filtering out images of homeless minds drinking soda pop in brown paper bags. Dreaming of flying to neon lights plastered like ...
In Life There May Be A Distance Her game was open for interpretation. She often expressed her displeasure at the life she was surrendering. So we...
Soldier Everyday a voice rises demanding    we bow down and worship the soldier. His uniform makes his cause just  and his guns makes him a man. ...
Boy In Cage Of Reality The boy was silent, thinking that he blended Into the turbulence of mangled continuity. He stayed silent, not a soul befriended. ...
Naked In The Snow You had me stand naked in the snow. Then you undressed my soul as if it was a paper plate that you could rip up and throw into the...
Untitled I give you no title. Why must one be given? If so, let it be None for that alone remains. What is art if nature its foundation? Is it...
Just a quick invite to the Beat Street Internet Cafe. Pour yourself a cup of coffee and listen to some of our fine poets. If you have any audio files of your...
A Choir Of Loneliness When she screamed it was almost an afterthought. A fragrant moment that would come and go like a desk full of papers left littered in the...
Murky Black Stillness: escaping from the bottle left lonely in a corner of the room You deny, and so do I, that anything has happened to our gnawing love ...
Sun and Wind The sun will continue to shine. The wind will continue to blow. On and on the melodramatic seconds will tick on. I will be a second of...
While I Drink A Cup Of Coffee While I drink a cup of coffee, I moderate the pencils in the box. They must be neat and sharpened, all the time they must...
It's a Rock and Roll Morning. It's a rock and roll morning.Drums and bongos setting off car alarms.Dissident people screwing up their facesin order to...
I Whisper the Hope and Coming of November I whisper the hope and coming of November. I twist the pages of this book I am reading. Its lines filled with in...
Silence The opening word is silence. Life begins with a gasp of awareness. Eyes open and the process begins. Growth is established by the selling of pride in...
Plastic Tipped Bullets Driving through a glowing fusion of                       plastic tipped bullets, watching the boys turn into ...
Cup of Promise I tangle myself with batteries. Charged. Licking them with tongue. So I see pieces of you in every open eye. We are charging each...
Living The streets are so full of liars one dare not risk truth as often as when alone. Instead, in muted silence, one evaporates oneself into...
Nobody Nobody. No one has ever created a proper system to fix the hassle of existing. I reach like an insect for the flag I was born under. ...
A Certain Surrender In my understanding of this hemisphere, I sense a certain discontentment. Teardrops wanting to fall but there is no truth to...
A Bomb Exploded A bomb exploded and everyone still alive was declared to be victorious. The sound of death and destruction was masked by speeches...
Marshmallows and Midnight We celebrated our intelligence with lighter fluid and dry wood. The smoke burned my eyes but I laughed through the flying ...
