Recent Winners pg2

Music's more then a song, its a means to fly away,
From the peaks of the clouds, through the oceans gentle spray.

Soaring past all my pain, all the hate and despair,
out to the stars, whilst i revel in their flare.

Here I can float, like some drift in a stream,
grab my thoughts and my hopes, my goals and my dreams.

I see all the beauty, that escapes me through the days,
I can stop and hold on tight, as the band just plays.

I feel euphoric and blissful, and I start to ascend,
then its twilight and tragic, cause my songs at an end.

Now I plummet and I scream, but I can't Breathe the air,
I fall back down In my hole, and there's no music here.

Just the cries of my brothers, in a world that just don't care...

Barnaby Jones- Monterey CA, Age 23

simple affection and honest faces touch time
line it with silver, edge it with home
angle the memories lost in dull fire
the glow of childhood summer
brings the world to rest, upright
duel
the wash of rosy light.