Welcome to the Gryphon's Nest!

A tome of magic, words
 that coalese into forms
   and shapes. Turn the page,
 the musty, fusty, smell
     of age. And now you see,
   and now you hear, or do
 you? How can you know?
  The magic of the word
       escapes you...
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**This work is copyrighted 1996 by Danielle Linder
(deej@woozle.DIALix.oz.au).
Reproduction is prohibited without express permission of the author**

 Change is percussory,
 primped on its alabaster dias,
 a vein to Lifes' vestiges which
 tilt obsolence to defeat.

 And in sadness
 we perdue its cup, and drink.
 Settle the pain -- with wit, antiquity,
 nesting repose and
 outstretched hands that,

 tie back the..
 sharpen the Truth with
 the pincers of fear,
 tongs of regret fill the
 empty spaces with

 Words of
 ascending hopes and gentle committals,
 vague dreams on ravaged shores are
 loves lost too...

 Flashes between waking and
 wanting and knowing and seeing, that
 cradle is grave.
 And mother is dying.
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**This work is copyrighted by David Hunter Sutherland
(3468441@mcimail.com).
Reproduction is prohibited without express permission of the author**
Recursive Angel: http://www.calldei.com/~recangel

Once again I see
The oh so sweet fear that drives me
I want to know
The depths of truth behind the show
This damn desire blinds me
And all this hope confines me
I try so hard to do what's right
What's wrong is all that I see

If I am only here
And life is only now
I'm free to be, to look and see
So I may know just how

Lost all hope, no quest to gain
Never stop growing, Never stop change

You can't go beyond your limitations
Beyond those boundaries are imitations
What you know can make those boundaries grow
Explore that empty space you own.
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**This work is copyrighted by Nefas.
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The Ends to a Means
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The day is a play,
   Remember, stay a player.
Carefree, joyful be,
   Be happy, if you dare!

The world is a whirlwind
   Of actors on a stage;
We play cruel or caring
   Depending on the page.

The script is writ
   With sorrow and wit
   We are captive in its hold
But like a sage,
   Can you leave the stage
   And watch the plot unfold?

Each these actors
   Leaving their place
   Removing their fateful mask
They'll look at you
   Right in the face
   And will then of you ask...

How could you believe
   The ways we deceived,
   How could you cling to us?
We came, we played,
   For a night we stayed,
   And then returned to dust.

Stay self-aware, do take care
   To watch your words and deeds.
Do not remain by your taste slained,
   Go not beyond your needs.

The human mind, by its tastes defined,
   What it "likes" it will defend.
Though others are harmed, it is not alarmed,
   It seeks its self-made ends.

The ends of the spirit
   Are not those of the mind;
   Which ends are you fulfilling?
Search your heart,
   And you may find
   The truth to be quite chilling.

Bhupinder Singh
Waterloo, Ontario
March 7-12, 1996
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**This work is copyrighted by Bhupinder Singh
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Letter to the Editor:

Cherie Staples <SkyEarth1@aol.com>