| SAME OLD SHOW | = ALIASTORIAL = |
| I see your blindness and my own bubbles against the inside of my eyelids while I wait for you to wait for red speech and pink acknowledgement while I write to you to write to blue faith and brown strength singing this legacy dancing this destiny kills me kills me My own bubbles press against my eyelids enough to surround hope and swallow pride like old-time travelling con-artists they steal through the ducts in the middle of the night Free in the swampy depths of my midnight pillow my own bubbles full of hope and pride burst against feathers and foam (The selections on these pages are randomly chosen and will change from time to time as we continue to update this site. We hope you like them, and if you have any comments, please feel free to email or to write us. Thanks a whole bunch of gigabytes!) |
Well, well, well! It's been a while since I've seen you people. Sorry, don't take any offence, jus' noticed my watch is running a little slow. It's nice to be writing again! It takes my mind away to interesting places where I can express myself. Excuse me dear readers, but I have to catch up with my mind before it boards PWA -that is of course, for those of you with knowledge of airlines, Please Wait Awhile. Now that my mind is back online, ya right, your participation in various issues is greatly appreciated. Our next theme edition, is SPIRITUALITY. This is a chance of a life time, well maybe just a chance, to express your feelings upon SPIRITUALITY. I know there is a lot of spiritual writers out there, jus' from ready Alias myself. Well I guess I'll stop walking my fingers, so that everyone has a chance to walk there fingers upon keyboards and/or paper and pen. You know where to send your drafts: ALIAS, c/o FRED VICTOR CENTRE, 145 QUEEN STREET EAST, TORONTO ONTARIO, M5A 1S1 CANADA P.S. Until the next edition, don't run out of ink, paper, pencils, erasers, laptops, pc's, printers and/or jus' good plane ideas. Write them down. - JAM |
| Two Stories............... by Alice Rogers | THE BLACK WHISPER |
| = Happily Ever After = George was a rich kid lived in a big house in the country. He had a chance to go to the big city with his family. They stayed in a big hotel called Green Path. We had a doorman who would open the door for us all. The time George was upset with his parents because they wouldn't take him to the show of his choice, George got in a big argument with his parents.. He didn't want to go shopping because it was so boring. George's parents said if you come half way with us, we will take you to the late show. We all agreed with each other. We lived happily ever after. = Pat the Cat = When me and my husband first moved together, we lived in a bachelor apartment, and we had just settled down to sleep. Then a man came to the door asking for a cigarette. But we told him that we didn't smoke. Then ten minutes later, our cat Pat bit my toe and woke me up. I told my husband that I could smell smoke. Then I told him that the house was on fire. I opened the door and crawled along the floor. Then I opened the front door and got out of the fire. I was shaking, because my husband was still in there trying to catch the cat and get him out of the house that was on fire. When my husband brought the cat out of the house, he jumped out of his arms. After the fire was over, I couldn't find Pat. But two days later we found him in the basement where they were fixing the house after the fire. My cat Pat is my best friend, because he saved my life. NEXT SPECIAL EDITION: ... is about SPIRITUALITY. We're not sure what this really means - some think "spiritualism", which has a whole entire other meaning altogether - - or does it? Others think it means "religion"; but that ain't really it, is it? Some other people, they've come some kind of conclusion over their lifetimes that the word "spirituality" means "love". Well now then there, we're not so sure about that one! But... whatever it means, and whatever it may mean to you - we're open to submissions. |
As they stride alone outside Searching for their stolen pride. They listen to the slow songs day to day. Slowly trying to chase their fears away! Crying out within their hearts, For that special opportunity to cure the Emotional pain that they endure! A lost job A lost home A lost family A lost love A total lost of hope! Within their destinies we for-see On-going and on-going struggle. Struggle for the courage Struggle for the motivation Struggle for the wisdom Struggle for the equality Struggle for the self-esteem Struggle for the health Struggle for the wealth Struggle for the prosperity Struggle for the dignity Struggle for the racism And as they struggle to hear; As they slowly realize that the only Person that is up-most important, Are you as a black or white individual in this society! Is they slowly come to terms with there own abnormalities! THEY BEGIN TO LISTEN! Listen carefully; but what do they hear? Do they hear insults, racial provocation? Or do they strive for emancipation; & economical stabilization! As they continuously poison their immunity System with the; political, economical and legislative degradation! What do they hear truth or lies? Do they take the time to listen and see to the "true colors"? Of our ununited community, That we really live in today! As the changing times is upon us THE NEW 2000 MILLENIUM DECADE! As they do not love their mothers As they do not love their neighbours As they do not love their sisters As they do not love their brothers As they do not love their fathers Who then do they love? Do they listen to the love within their hearts? OR; Do they listen to the sound of the hate that exists within their own hearts? OR; Do they have to see two blood brothers eventually torn apart? As they turn silently around We hear the intense shatter of a gun shot sound! The End. - by Grace Hylton |
| Toronto | Ontario | M5A 1S1 |
 towndown2@hotmail.com |
||
|
. |
| Visitors: 01234 |