Treasures Lost
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Poetry
The night is deep. The silence, empty.
And I yearn to hear the voice of God.
At times I weep, for death seems tempting,
A soul burnt out. A broken bod.
Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,
Viewed now through looking-glass;
Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived
I glimpse a long lost past…
When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,
She streaked across my sky;
To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,
So brave, we were – not shy!
And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,
Like an angel sent from heaven;
Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,
Alas both, from me, now driven.
Where once I held, a life so charmed,
So clean. So pure. Not odd!
In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,
As I yearn for the voice of God…
The night is deep. The silence, empty.
And I yearn to hear the voice of God.
At times I weep, for death seems tempting,
A soul burnt out. A broken bod.
Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,
Viewed now through looking-glass;
Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived
I glimpse a long lost past…
When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,
She streaked across my sky;
To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,
So brave, we were – not shy!
And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,
Like an angel sent from heaven;
Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,
Alas both, from me, now driven.
Where once I held, a life so charmed,
So clean. So pure. Not odd!
In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,
As I yearn for the voice of God…
Little Rhyme
By Justin
Here’s a little rhyme. As I’m chilling doing time, paying the price for my crime.
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ISSUE NO. 24
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One Day We Will Be Free
By Matt
They talked to us about our struggles, their words we could not hear, while being condemned and held accountable; our vision was not clear.
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ISSUE NO. 24
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1 MIN READ
All for One, One for All at Bandyup
By Ruth
Bandyup is a place, where we are a mixed race. It doesn’t matter where we are from, we should support each other as one.
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