Can't Fight Against the Youth

I stand on rugged cliffs above the roar of the oceans

The harsh blows of cold realities where childhood dreams are washed away

Eroded by forces uncontrollable

All powerful

Chaotic shorelines

intricate in their imperfections

Sea foam whips in the air as my attention is drawn skyward.

The brilliance of her light.

The diamonds of the universe

They are so far away.

the light of her soul travels so far to get here

The war cries of the sea turns into natures applause.

The wind whispers the meanings of life

I drop the brown paper bag containing its bottle of insecurities to the ground to my left.

To my right, I extinguish my animalistic desires.

I quit the substances keeping us apart.

Yet, I can’t summon the strength to stop the roar of the seas

I can dodge rain drops

but I can’t catch every tear.

But it’s my God given right to try.







My words travel at light years

Embracing your point in the universe.

Unable to capture your light

My pen like my telescope

Portraying the beauty in front of me that only my heart is gifted to see

A star.

Heavenly portrayal of its elegance

“She is the voice of God, and if she isn’t,

God never spoke”.



Rain drops fall like the tears of angels.

Clouds blanket night sky high lighted by the fullness of the moon

I sit under the stars,

Arms long enough to hug myself warm.

My hands reach high

Palms faced towards the heaven above

Like a child wanting to be embraced by the one who cares most.

I look on ward to the sea.

The sun breaks the darkness.

Rearing it’s beautiful face from the depths of the ocean.

The seas calm.

Upon the sight of this light. This natural beauty

My storm clouds part.

I feel the warmth kiss my body.



I strive for that confirmation

Because I sleep alone reaching at the ghost of you beside me

and I sit in empty classrooms, my hands embracing one another pretending its you.

For your love, that souls recognition of its counterpart. 

Would return my virginity

Bring back my purity

Obtain my identity as “yours”.

Cured from the uncertainty

My smile returns

I love you.

Like the way God intended it to be.

By: Jake T., California 

Starlight on the Hill

The hill, childhood rolling countless days, the climb

to peak presenting us shimmering views,

sublime nature, O Mother! What a beauty.

Those trees, that grass, those mountains

rivers of sunshine flooding into the plain of my infant soul, expansive and refractive.

Leaves restfully tumbling in rainbows.

That lake, that stream, that track, that view.  The air

was crisp with wonder.  We never knew.

The trails beyond the flat are the intracies of our minds. 

We must embrace, get to know the maze.

I’ve made a log a home several times

and drowned in the mud

and sang the sun down from the sky,

pickin’ on The Beatles in those two Adirondack chairs.

These are the tunnels to the next dimension,

or to slip gently through time.

There is a forbidden lake on the other side lets swim in it can we?

Avant-garde jazz blaring softly,

caressing the premature, autumn breeze

as we slowly slip into our lives.

Everything good is forbidden have you ever seen

the park at night?  It’s beautiful it closes at dusk.

The starlight illuminates our souls.  It shines down

freedom from the heavens, and smiles

whispering love.

by: Matt S.

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This is how to find the spaceship

Messiah hiding in the sky

Answers revealed unto those

who breathe it loose and cry

This is how to solve the riddle

Follow virgin paths of snow

Let conscious; experience guide you

wherever you may go

This is why I wake at night

and wander silent trees

I wish only for the Earth to slow,

or better yet to freeze

This is how it all ends up

Yet nothing is quite be

So relax, let flowing rivers

flush you out to sea

Surrender to the flow

our kindly savior spoke

and as he played his heart for them

the natural world awoke

Tread lightly on roads well travelled

These were his dying words

but sadly, he rest in solitude

and blessed only mockingbirds

This is what the world is for

the answer lies in lies

Feel strongly the rhythm of the river

Stare at mockingbird, she flies

This is how it truly is

and this is how you die

when all is made clear to you

there still remains the why

Artist: Matt, New York, age 17

“This is a poem called Hose.  It was inspired by late 90’s Phish jamming.  I don’t remember exactly what I was listening to, but it was really spacey and experimental, completely off of any chord progression or even a defined rhythm but just amazing music.  But when Phish makes such great music, they don’t say they’re making it, they say they are the hose that is channeling it unto the audience.  I suppose that somehow inspired me to pen this.  Hope you enjoy it.  Also, go listen to Phish (phishows.com has free tapers downloads).”