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Man and woman
A glitter, a sparkle
Of passion, of compassion
It's light and darkness
It's yin and yang
A balancing act
Pairing eternally
-By Raphael Bonhart
Grease Part III
Think 'bout it
'twas the lotion that set in motion
our mutual emotion for each other
Now that's locomotion for the motivated
A banality transformed
You can't change your life
By changing your name
But you can
By changing your hair style
A name being abstract
'tis too boring to know its evolution
A hair being manipulated
'tis physical and sensual
'tis to die for
-By B. David Kombako
The time
What a wonderful thing you are
As a little kid you woke me up from sleep
You told me when to have breakfast
And leave the house
To finish class and return home
To play and stop playing
To wash and complete my homework
To eat my dinner and go to my room
To say my grace and go to sleep
The time is money for now that I am working
You control my life more than ever before
Everything I do is to your will
I am so scared of you that I do not want to miss
Any of your passing moments
I am just like a prisoner in you
Hour is your name and your wife is the minute
Speeding up behind is your son the second
Finally when I grow old
And seem to be released from your pressure
While awaiting my death
But I don't know when
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
Who knows
Only time will tell
-By Salvatore Brere
Scriptwriters
Imprinted
Letters so brashly written
Bidding attention
That's what you already have.
Words
They are hard to speak
So they come out as inscriptions.
You and I
Have something in common
You flaunt your inner self
On bus stop seats
And engrave your thoughts
On walls and dust engased shop windows
Scoring for yourself.
What would you like the world to imagine
When it reads your markings?
I create the images of a dramatist
In my mind and I envision you.
Would you remember my concealed scripts?
The way I know yours by heart
If you read them
Would you be able to fashion my personna
The way I mould your form
The words I read
Haunt me at night
Are you really out there
-By Melissa Aigilo
 
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