11th Chapter : Do Not Whisper To The Wind

Do not whisper to the wind,
For wind winds far and deep,
Deep down into the shadow land
Where evil creatures sleep.
The echo of thy uttered word
Can wake them, make them creep!

Do not whisper to the wind,
For seething monsters hear;
The winds will carry monologues
To meet their careful ears,
And they will rise up from their tombs
To plague the world with fear.

Do not whisper to the wind
For demons know, they say,
Where rests thy sleepy, pretty head
When darkness swallows day,
And in the night they’ll come on thee
And steal thy soul away!

Do not whisper to the wind,
For evil’s waiting there
With anxious claws and open ears
Just listening to the air.
And waiting for a foolish child
To whisper unaware.

Do not whisper to the wind,
For beasts come leather skinned
With eyes aglow in sickly hue
And figures tall and thinned.
Thou may not, shall not, cannot
Ever whisper to the wind!

by Rayne Avalotus

10th Chapter : Promise Ring

I give you this ring
as a promise to you
a promise that I'll be here
and I'll always be true

I promise that I'll hold you
when your day isn't going right
and i will comfort you
through the long cold night

I promise that I'll make you smile
when you feel like dying
I promise that I'll be here
when you feel like crying

I promise that i will guide you
when the future isn't clear
i promise i will be there
to wipe away your every tear

i promise that no matter what
we will make it through
i give you this ring as a promise
A promise that I will always love you. 

Elizabeth.

9th Chapter : Violin

She cried for all the broken hearts,
Painted everlasting winters –
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.

Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling – wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.

Melodrama swayed in satin sound
– Yet the player wasn’t there,
Only creamy song, soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.

I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening:
Romance of a tune; laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.

Then a climax –
Writhing passion cutting deep –
Wounding macho flesh,

And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.

music...........................................!!

Mark R Slaughter

8th Chapter : Freedome

Free me from filth,
from rock, from silt
Free me from sin,
from stone and from guilt
Looking outward to hills
where the house has
been built

Give me a star, a moon,
and sand.

Free me from pain,
from disease, from strain
Free me from plague,
from age and from game
Looking up to the sky
where the waxing
moon wanes

Give me a pen, a pad,
and a brain. 

Kale Beaudry

7.8th Chapter : PEACE!

Peace to the world
Like a flower in the sky
Peace
Peace-overcoming evil with good be
Peace

Give me peace I won't cry anymore
White dove symbol of peace
Peace can be found deep down in the heart
Peace in the winds that sleep upon the deep

I want peace
Peace in my personal space
I want peace in my feelings
Cloth me in white
The color of peace.... 

Anees Akhbar -  wed.march 24,2010

6th chapter : Akhir Yang Tidak Selalu Sempurna

Ketika kamu dan aku tiba
di sini…
diantara ruas jarimu dan jariku...
tertawa, termenung...
bersama waktu yang berlangsung

Kau tersenyum padaku...
Kita menunggu pagi yang pasti...
Esok yang cerah dan kebahagiaan di hari nanti...

Kita terikat akar dan tanah...
menyatu dalam kekuatan satu
dan tak pernah padam...

Ketika nanti kau tumbuh dan berkembang
Tebaran pesona aphrodite selalu kan kau bawa...
Mentari selalu kan bersinar...
dan aku selalu kan berada di sisimu...

Semua menjadi pasti...
kembang api dan istana pasir...
serta gegap gempita pesta...
melebur kita dalam pelukan...

Bersama bulan aku bawa bintang kembali bersinar...
untukmu seorang dewiku...
dan pelangi di antara kita....

Simpanlah bait terakhir lagumu...
untuk kita bercanda di lain waktu...

Tony Irawan (Jakarta, 29 nov 08)

p/s- sorry tony...got to utter a little bait...

5th Chapter : Irritating Sky

The sky is always changing –
Can't it settle down?
Shades of blue, then reddy hue,
Puffs of grey and white;
And then it's bloody night!
At least I see a smattering
Of twinkly little things,
A silver globe occasionally
Which admittedly it brings
A sort of pleasant feeling,
Warming to the soul,
But overall it's so annoying –
Irritatingly droll! 

~ Mark R Slaughter