“A Star Is Born” by Trevor Witt
Tomorrow,
That golden promise,
The day the wishing-well will prove its worth.
Love,
That shiny, glowing orb,
Radiating warmth and filling your head with endorphins.
Time,
Like water slipping through our hands,
Renewing us as long as we live, though we cannot grasp it.
My dusty dreams drift through the ether of the infinite,
Until they coagulate and stop the bleeding of my faith,
When they gravitate towards one another,
Building success upon small success,
Pulling distance towards the center,
They create a larger being,
The dream becomes real,
And a star is born,
Radiating Love.
“Masks” by Trevor Witt
Frowns,
Grins,
Smirks,
Raised eyebrows,
Open mouth, wide eyed, stare.
Masks which we use to convey
Our joy, our sorrow, our pain, our disgust,
Our surprise, our boredom, our interest, our lust.
Masks which we use to share our feelings with others.
Masks which we use to hide our true fears from them.
Not separate from our being,
But part and parcel of our body,
Our masks become our selves.
So take care to smile every once in a while,
For it would be a shame to turn into your frown.
“Puppy Love” by Trevor Witt
I’m tired of playing the victim.
And I’m tired of being your fool.
Though the pickings are slim and life is grim,
I am tired of you being cruel.
It started several years ago,
When you knew you had my heart.
Now the time has come to let you go,
And get me a brand new start.
Now I ain’t waiting around no more,
While you flirt with other guys.
It hurt me more than you’ll ever know,
But now I see through your disguise.
Now I’ve got a new best friend,
A girl whose love will never end.
She kisses me every time I get home,
And cries whenever I leave her alone.
She loves when I pet her,
And begs me to to feed her.
She licks my face all the time,
God I am glad that this sweet, little puppy is mine.
“Sunset Greets All” by Trevor Witt
The sun rises slowly,
Over Tehran and Jerusalem the same.
The birds begin to chirp,
People rise from their slumbers.
Off to work, they go.
Flowers bloom quietly,
In the cracks of the sidewalk,
In the yards and the gardens,
In front of houses and behind them.
Roses, birds of paradise, tulips outside.
I keep my orchids indoors.
The Jacaranda tree witnesses people pass by.
The orange trees see hurried travelers scurry to their destinations.
The sun goes down,
After shining upon Russians and Ukrainians alike,
After warming the beaches and the deserts,
The mountains and the valleys.
Sunset greets all.
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