SLUSHY EYES

PHOTO TAKEN BY: MATHEA MILLMAN, MODEL: DAVID FAVARO

Slushy eyes stands in the corner, breathing in & out.
Slushy eyes is always quiet & maybe full of doubt.
Slushy eyes is sort of handsome,
with a charming quality.
But slushy eyes is all a question, all a mystery.
Vapor all around him, his hair is in his face;
he moves the strings aside with a tiny bit of grace.
Practical but sensitive, I think that's his inside.
But then again, it's all a mystery, all still a surprise.
Slushy eyes he sometimes falters, like the rest of us.
But the unique way he deals with it, ashes to ashes,
& dust to dust. He sorts through the obstacles with pride & dignity, but I still wonder, wonder, wonder, Oh the mystery!

DANDELION

PHOTO EDITED BY: ZACH WILLIAMS, PHOTO TAKEN BY: CHARLES GAGLIO

My friend Dandelion, stay close to me; make my dreams come true.
My friend Dandelion, never disappoint me, by hanging on to a ruthless poof.
My friend Dandelion, make miracles happen, by keeping your tendrils loose.
Oh Dandelion! Deliver my wishes to the angels, tickle their faces with my whispers.
Dear, dear remainder of dandelions; remember you are momentous too.
For you bore the wild weed that gave me, a weed to make my wishes come true.

UTOPIA

PHOTO 1 TAKEN BY: HEALY SHEM-TOV, PHOTO 2-3 TAKEN BY: CHARLES GAGLIO, SHIRT FROM: GOODWILL, SUNGLASSES BY: RAY-BAN, RING FROM: ITHACA ANTIQUE MALL

I wanna go to a place, where the flowers sing & the dandelions are free,
where the sun is always warm & mother nature rules me.
I wanna go to the land, to the land of milk & honey, where the powers in the air
& only God knows where; somewhere sunny, because you see the people try & rule,
but lately, they've been getting caught up in the cruel.
I don't wanna live in shadows or walk with death,
I wanna lay & feel my breath. Feel the world spinning & spinning me around,
No I don't want the crown or the jewels or the gown.
No not the amber or the gold, that is not what I long to behold.
What I wish & what I see when my eyes are closed is something naked, bare & utterly exposed.
No higher degree then sittin' by a lone cyprus tree, there is where I can feel the cold pacific wind,
& ask for forgiveness for I have sinned. See I too got caught up in the greed & disaster,
but I beg my pardon from you my master, because I am made from blood & skin.
Oh, haven't you heard? That's no longer the spin, because being human is a world wonder.
Oh can't you hear the thunder? The warning signs are noticeably comin' & boy when it comes,
it'll come drummin', drummin' into the stream of blood in your veins, breaking down the chains,
bringing out the reins, screamin' your names. A calling, so loud it'll make you run towards the setting sun.
There you'll find me sitting beside you, looking at you, saying the time has come.
I'll dissolve in front of you & you'll come undone. That's when it'll happen,
the uncanny natural déjà vu feeling, the inner peace, & the soul's healing.

THE ENDLESS PITTED MONSTER

PHOTO TAKEN BY: HEALY SHEM-TOV

Inside me, it eats & eats away,
till I have nothing left to say.
It takes my words that I can not say;
and hides them for a rainy day.
The truth is not a representation of the truth
because the truth is just a veil on a blooming bush.
The bush that was one fire, that never spoke,
only lent it's ashes and it's thick black smoke.
To the pitt of my stomach where is swelt & died away,
where only a pinch was felt on that day.
Like feeling sea sick or wearing a tight belt,
I wonder will it stop or will it go,
or simply, go on with the show.

UNREAL

PHOTOS TAKEN BY: CHARLES GAGLIO

Late afternoon, the sunset.
A moment in time in each day that changes everything.
The clock freezes in time,
holding onto its breathe.
The air becomes lighter, taking deeper breathes.
Sparkles are floating in front of my eyes;
standing on me & you & some one else.
Tickling souls like a fly hair on your face,
Everything becomes a rainbow.

ABRAHAM'S VISION

OUTFIT: FOREVER 21, LOCATION: ITHACA, NY, PHOTOS TAKEN BY: MAYA BESHARA

It's time. The time is now.
It has arrived. Time, to make the change & dwell among God's creations.
Renewal of mind, body & spirit; A freshly printed book,
hot & odorous. Heights have yet to be conquered
now its my chance; my turn. Take a breather, inhale, exhale.
Shake it out of the system. Begin again. Fall again.
Opportunity in the air, stumble on a new path or on your own two feet;
choice is a miliseconds wait, no better day but today.
Save yourself, emancipate you.
A remedy for the old, the new.