SAGE DOME

WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF They ask what sugar has made of I ask if they’ve ever seen her smile I wanted to know If they’ve seen the power of softness Happiness dissolving on the lips. Before the man confessed he fell He first started to slip And when the dreams came He discovered he is still not asleep I know they have questions But it is hard to share visions It is easy to follow visuals Flow with the tide And be led deep into the oceans It’s easy to look into her eyes And describe your future Because Your words hence Are seen to be filled with confidence Acting so cool As warmth becomes heat in a tropical continent When joy emerges from a soul It begins to isolate It places you on a tree And makes you see life going on down below You might be bellowed at Someone somewhere telling you to please be awake To not fall into the mud To always be conscious of what is at stake And then she tells them This

He that fears something, gives it power over him. Fear; brittle agitation, sore trepidation. It has a way of emptying courage, Fear; Forget Everything And Run. Crunchy Images, desperate awareness, Sight on the sides, hope on the precipice. Recall your failures, remember your defeat, Tears: Can I find solace in hell, Hell No! Fire burns Courage. Fear; Face Everything And Rise. Till death do apart. HAGIA SOPHIA

TENDRILS OF DREAMS In a foreign land Stranger here I stand On tendrils of dreams And sinking sand. Not knowing left from right They say its not by power or might. Where do I find refuge from fear? Where do I go from here? by INCREASE NATHANIEL

Uniquely ME Who am I? What defines ‘ME’ or My life? Now, then, or soon to be? My hopes, dreams and fears? Do they really define ‘ME?’ No others eye can feel or see What is on the inside of ME. I am a million pieces A puzzle that’s for sure Even I don’t have the picture Of who, I was before. All those pieces! Not sure if I have lost a one or two For try as I might, Some of those pieces Just won’t fit together anymore. You think YOU have problems! Where did I leave ME behind? I’m on the inside looking out But, all I see is YOU And YOU, I cannot tell, Are YOU like ME? Can YOU weave words like a seamstress? Or know the colours of the morning dew? No, WE are not like, For I am Uniquely ME. Me, I am free and unrestrained Me, I can create colours in the rain Or catch the breeze off mountain tops You see, I am, uniquely ME. MY path is set and following I walk Putting pebbles to mark the trail, Just in case I

July 17, 1996: A woman mourns in memory of her friends she lost of TWA Flight 800 Pain is a god Pain is a god, Questions it asks not. Choice it cares not. Who can predict its call to grass? Depict its knock on mortal. Volition it has monotony. Pain the tremor of the Inevitable, Pain a sigh to relish, Pain, O Mortal Man when will you judge this enemy? Pain…Necessity call. Pain Laughs at the godly, MOCKS THE PRAYERS OF THE SAINTLY. SINNERS OR SAINTS, PAIN IS A REWARD. POWER OF WILL, POWER IS THE GAME CHANGER. PAIN A TICK OF MORTAL. CLUTCHING AND CHEWING, LONG AS THE BREATH REMAINS. RUN TO THE MOUNTAINS, PAIN IS THE SHADOW. PAIN AN ATTRIBUTE OF LIFE. BUT WHY? Hagia sophia

Poetry of Lost Kingdoms: Curse of Babylon 1                                           Recourse:  Queen of the night (Babylon) Bibilani Biblani; the gate of gods Capital of Babylonia, Threshold of godlessness. Notorious in Mesopotamia, Crested in the fertile breasts of Tigris and Euphrates. Bibilani Biblani; O confused Babel! Remember the seed of Hammurabi, Dynasty of the first Amorite, Sumu-abum 1894 BC, Sargon, heir of ambition, Height of power 605 BC, Nebuchadnezzar II, son of the soil. Babili Babili, doomed for eternity. Recourse: Lion of Babylon Prophecies of Isaiah, son of Amos; Babylon, a Jewel of Kingdoms, The glory of the Babylonians pride, Will be overthrown by God. Like Sodom and Gomorrah. She will never be inhabited, Or lived in through all the generations; No Arab will pitch its tent there, No shepherd will rest his