The
Mosaic
Spring
2000
''Reflections''
Sponsored
by
The Literary Arts Society




A Letter from the President
As we approach the end of the
semester, let's take some time to reflect on
some of the work that our fell ow students
have produced over the past semester. I
hope you enjoy viewing these works as
much as my staff and I have. I thank those
of you who took the time to submit your
work to our magazine, and I hope to see
more of it next year. Thank you all, and have
a wonderful summer!
Sincerely,
James
I.
Pisano
President Literary Arts Society
Fall '99- Present










Table of Contents
Always .............................
Matt Migliorisi
And the Window Shakes ...............
Sujey De Coo
Bruises ....................................
Janna
Can You Tell Me ..............
Stephen Donnarummo
Configuration of a Prayer, The .........
Kevin Herbert
Electric Lady ..........................
Anonymous
Ferris Wheels ...............................
Janna
Genius ......................
Timothy J. Fitzmaurice
It Is My Fate .................
Stephen Donnarummo
Hands ......................
Timothy J. Fitzmaurice
Let Go of Your Instanity ..............
Maria Schiano
Line, The ...........................
Kevin Herbert
Mother of Love ........................
Anonymous
My Solance ...........................
Anonymous
No Rest For the Weary ................
Sujey De Coo
Purple Heart ........................... Ann Metz
Prayer for Help ................
Stephen Donnarummo
Realize ...............................................
Chris Salamone
ru
me .....................................................
Braden Russom
The Saga of an Ant on a Leaf ...............
Jason Shaw
Satan's Fitful Sleep ................................
Anonymous
Tarnished Crucifix ..................
~
...........
Kevin Herbert
Tribute to True Friendship ....................
Jamie Veley
View of the Hudson .......................
James A. Rovello
Voices in the Woods ...........
Scott Randell Thompson
Waiting ..............................................................
Janna
War of the Loveless ............................
Matt Migliorisi
You Make Me Feel So Dark .........
Kavi Manoranjan
Untitled ................................................ Nicole Reizian
The Saga of a Leaf on an Ant ...............
Jason Shaw






Always
The first time I saw you,
I got lost in your eyes,
And at that moment I knew
As I sat memorized,
That you were the one
And my agonizing search was at last done.
As each day goes by,
I fall for you more and more,
Until the day I die
You I will always adore
I know I may sound crazy,
You and I know what we have is amazing.
I don't want this to end,
I can't imagine how it could,
we have no problems we cannot mend,
In my mind I know I should,
Love you forever,
And hope we'll always be together
By:
Matt Migliorisi



temis-protectress of women
by: Anonymous







And the Window Shakes
Rattling the window goes
With the power of the wind.
Dark night creeps in.
By passing the window.
And the wind whooshes and rapes
The
defenseless pane
of glass
,
my
barrier
Against
the
creatures
Of the
night.
Dark
night
creeps
in.
Craw
lin
g
by
the
a
rm
s
of
the
chair
.
Slithering
aro
und my bare leg
.
And
as
it rumbles across
the
room
Finding
new
prey
to devour
till daylight
break
s
.
A
nd
the window shakes.
Violently.
As it
i
s
being pounded
on
By
a
n un
see
n hand
A
cold
,
frozen
,
long dead hand
,
Breaking into my dreams of
light
and
fancy.
The
power
s
of
this
storm,
bitter
and
fierce
.
The power
of ancient
Mages
Descending
on
my
oeace.
0
God,
how it free
zes
my
skin.
I
shiver.
My
skin cracking
like ice,
as
the night abandons me.
There is no hiding
from the night.
There
is no fighting
this
evil
night
,
touches my flesh
as
it
shatters
my dreams.
I
awaken
to th
at
long dead hand.
fear
.
But nothing is there
.
"Silly girl,
to
bed
with
you."
And
day
arises
and
night is
gone
till the next.
When it
feeds again.





Bruises
There is a tiny black and blue
On my arm, not from you
But
it hurts
Like it should be
The lump on my thigh
Is the color of a stormy sky
It, too, is not from you
But it throbs
Like it should be
The bruise on my calf
Does not make me laugh
It's not your fault
But it should be
The dent in my heart
Wasn
'
t there at the start
It is your fault
And it's not your heart
But it should be









Baby Triceratops
l
)
I
/
(
/
by: E. DeTraglia






Can You Tell Me
By: Stephen Donnarummo
Can you tell me
,
Is there anybody out there?
Someone to show me hope,
Someone for whom I will
care?
And not suffer turmoil.
Patience is a virtue,
It is also a burden,
Should I wait for the one,
Or risk suffering again?
I want someone,
I have waited so long,
Who can laugh and smile,
Failed and never passed the
test
,
Who is caring and gentle,
Loneliness has been my
friend
Time to put that to rest.
And can listen all the while.
I know I ask a lot,
For the little I have to offer,
The past is behind me now, I am not attractive or spe-
cial,
Bad experiences have hap-
pened
,
But I will always care for
her.
Those people are gone now,
But the feelings not forgot-
ten
.
I just want for once,
To meet someone special,
To find some joy,
So this is my plea,
To find the one who is true,
To end a life of loneliness,
And start a life anew.






The Configuration of Prayer
By:
Kevin Herbert
When suddenly the message clicks
Connected rhyme perfects the tricks
Collects the subtle Archetypes and
Reconnects the new synapses
Recollects the pass of hands
Before your intellect expands
All of your dogma disappears
In floods of crocidilian tears
The years of teeth without a bite
The fearful bumping through the night
Dissolve into the morning light
Illuminating time.






Ferris Wheels
Everyday I ride
a beautiful Ferris wheel
around and around
eating the blue cotton candy,
listening to the barump of the
shiny calliope near the boardwalk
From the top
I can see the sun
make
t
he world glitter
and the people are small
When I reach the bottom though
the truth is what I see
you control the ride
Sometimes, I get stuck at the top
and the music plays
my hands are sticky
and the world is bright
sometimes,
I
sit at the bottom
the truth glaring at me
but no matter what
I always have to come down







GENIUS
The pale gray sidewalk lapped the August sun
As our mouths and throats grew dry and worn.
The cold brew he readily shared was satisfying caulk
For
my
cracked and brittle underaged wice.
"It's
about time," he said, "for you to taste good beer."
As he peaceful~ admired and revered
Some children's passing game of laser tag, complete Vrith squabbles;
Mighty pint-sized debates on justice and equal opportunity
SVriftly abandoned for the hypnotic chimes of Mr
.
Ding-A-Ung.
"Street
urchins that haven, better things to do," I thought
.
But my companion would never see them in
my
cynical spotlight.
As he choked up a masterful~ formed wad of mucus
And casual~ fired
it
earthward his eyes gleamed with his own squinted sunlight.
He swaggered along through these lifelike scenes
With a bum hip and stiff leg from times not brooded over
Wrth contented~ silvered hair turned back as his eyes
Stayed
level
to a destination and not monttoring the footsteps that would bring him there.
And as
he
stopped to relieve himself on an alley wall
I swear I saw Solomon pissing next to him.
-Timothy
J.
Fitzmaurice





It is
My
Fate
By: Stephen Donnarummo
It is my fate,
Always to the end,
To be nothing more,
But always be a friend
For oh so long now
I have hungered for more,
To leave the friend zone
Where I've never gone before.
What awaits me,
What lies outside?
Will I find out,
Or remain inside?
Once I am out,
Will I want back in?
Once I am out,
Where do I begin?



Raptor
by: E. DeTraglia







The Line
By: Kevin Herbert
I've
been
close enough
to
sin
to know
It takes
some skill
to walk the
line
Between
the grave
and the Divine
Better
yet to
have the record
show
The
paths I
chose
weave in and out
A
tapestry
of
dark and light
By
chance from some
distant vantage point
I pray my half-thought life reflects
A color
quite resembling white
Compassion obscure my
brief duress
Seceding
moments filled with doubt
Yet
permanent I
cannot change
Contemplating
on my life today
Reality
within without
Spiraling in
toward
each
defeat
Arranging excuses
for each bet
When
in
the
sum
the face is met
Each failure
met with true
success
In vertigo they collide
and meet
My trouble
drifting
far away
Becoming this and
that
and
those
The record stands
with little to
show
But
the passage of time and
yet
I've
looked long into the abyss
Swirling and twisting
my intellect
Recognized in
retrospect
that
Evil
has
a subtle face
,
though .
..
I've
been
close enough
to
sin
to know





HANDS
Hands! Oh! My hands!
How many things I've loved you for.
Toe gentle cleansing is fine and good
And the satisfaction of labor induced callouses.
But what I love all the more
Is the open hand pillowing a cheek.
A glorious touch of skin
Reminiscent of plucking some succulent, golden fruit,
Ripe and perfect.
Lying beside a naked form
As you, hands, breeze along her back
Tracing her outline in the darkness
As this would
instill
the memory forever.
Coming to dance, not trample, through her hair,
Joyfully
confounding each strand
Through
your long, slender parts.
Or better still, standing;
In the beloved grace of moonlight,
Her seductive back to me
And you, hands, draped carelessly;
An inefficient loincloth, true,
But a lover's way to dress.
Only with you, hands,
Would I know the sleekness
Of a silent brook, trickling over her shoulders
And down her di\Ane arms.
Toe clarity
Of a summer's wind, teasing abroad her stomach
And whispering across her resplendent breasts.
And
the
heat
Of
a
tender flame, licking indulgently up her leg
And along, inside her perfect thigh.
My hands! Oh! My hands!
I thank you!
-Timothy J. Fitzmaurice







Let Go of Your Insanity
By:
Maria Schiano
You're a gem, you're a jewel.
Your creative brilliance inspires me
Like the edge of a diamond, sharp and cool
You're a sage; you're a saint.
But don't try to save my soul.
I can foresee the twisted future
In the reflection of your eyes.
As you choke on anger and fear
Glass breaks at the threshold of your cries.
It
shatters as you scream even louder
At cobwebby corners and white walls.
My heart goes out to you,
But I chose to ignore your calls.
My reserve stands as my witness.
My actions speak up for me today.
Just because I don't speak my mind,
Doesn't mean I have nothing to say.
It
makes you paranoid to see reality
Looking yourself in the eye of truth.
Venting your sorrows by wrecking the vanity
Remember that I am always there for you,
But please let go of your insanity.



north star
Jennifer hoffman





MOTHER OF LOYE
Anonymous
She brings love to a heartless world. Her
presence banishes the darkness. Her being is
the warmth that brings forth growing things.
Her understanding restores my faith. She is a
Dower whose petals rain on the world an
endless shower of love. Her patience
encourages me. Her strength fortiOes me.
She raises me to unattainable heights.
She brings me joy and sorrow, anger and
peace. I have experienced love because I
have
experienced her.
She is the mother of love.



MySolance
My eyes are open
But is my heart?
Observe infinity
No end, no start.
Evolution of me
I'm finally awake
Why stay ion that cave?
Wait for my quake
In my long slumber
Had not one dream
Exciting the cot
Not what stories seem
Crushed by the clouds
Burned by the light
Solace only from
The whispers of night
yet hope finds me
This isn 't the end
Unnamed emotions
Grip eternal pen.
-Anonymous






No Rest for the weary
Sujey De coo
Sleep;
Oh sleep;
Death
ultimate rest.
Bring forth death;
for I can't
go on much further
in this motion.
This matter
will take me
to the brink
of insanity;
to the euphoria
of madness
.
Please!
Bring me forth some
sleep.
Allow me to
stop the matters,
stop the motion
and bring me peace.
sweet,
heavenly,
sleep.



Untitled
By: Anonymous







Purple Heart
By
:
AnnMetz
I wasn
'
t alive when Vietnam was
Somehow my eyes never open,
fought.
I only feel the rawness of the
I never saw you or your friends get wounds,
shot.
The sharp sting of your flesh
Yet voices of the wounded reach
Raking over me like wire mesh.
me
I can't wake up,
And the blood of the Purple Heart I have to play death fake
Seeps deep scarlet
,
drop by
So I rise to live again.
agonizing drop,
Into the core of my green soul.
I feel the pain, I feel the pain
.
Your wounds are all a fresh stain
That reduce my youth to corpses
And keep me concealed from
loving forces.
No
,
I wasn't there when Vietnam
was fought
But almost everyday I bleed from
gunshot.
I'm a veteran of the home front,
Rosy the Riveter with a knife too
blunt
To stab and return the wound.
Yes, you are no longer armed with Each time I say it will end soon ...
a gun
,
But it
'
s just a lovesick broken tune.
But you've still got that sword for a
tongue
.
One of these days Ill take a razor
Suddenly I'm no longer your
blade
daughter
To cut myself to the quick shade
.
But a Vietnamese girl you must
That will be the Fall of Saigon for
slaughter.
me,
So you slap and choke me
Whirled up in Heaven's Helicopter
With words all blind mad rage
Above the branches of the trees,
While inside I quake as if in a
Beyond the Purple Heart blood
dream,
fading gray
,
Believing it is all glaring nightmare. And all my death coming to a stop.
If
you hit me hard enough
,
Perhaps I'll wake up.








realize
I
'
ll invent for you
Something that lays out all possibilities (anything you want)
I
'
ll invent for you
A device with which nature can be tapped (in its purest form)
I
'
ll invent for you
A simple apparatus to enjoy the simplicity of life (relish it while it is here)
I
'
ll invent for you
An object which continues to portray exciting mystery (desire for all)
And I
'
m done .
.
. my invention is complete
I
'
ll call it a mirror
-Chris Salamone
R
e
flection in a Ball
Unknown Artist






night street
Jennifer hoffman
Electric Lady
Electric lady
Eclectic maybe
Ode to the shock of a cussing lady
Limbless trees
Violent breeze
Tribute to the fl'cker that wouldn't please
-anonymous















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hope
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By: Braden Russom








The Saga of an Ant on a Leaf
By: Jason Shaw
There I was on the leaf, feeling the world around me bob up and
down with the cool April wind
.
I felt peaceful with the breeze against my
body with the constant flow of air lifting up the strong minty scent of
nature that tingled my senses and made the nerves in my nasal cavity
more alive. The feeling of the currents of wind flowing against the
membrane of the fragile leaf was relaxing; like lying on top ofa wave
that you could not sink or be thrown off of. The corrugated surface of
my green moving platform was soft
-
it felt like I was standing on a
series of carpeted tiles. I was getting hungry and had just thought to
m
ys
elf that I would make a snack of my leaf soon, even though it had
been so hospitable to me.
Then I heard a snap. Suddenly
,
the world that was once peace-
fully bobbing like a raft was speeding like a motorboat. I felt a great
sense of falling and rising at the same time
.
My mind was racing faster
than the wind; trying to comprehend what has just disrupted the tranquility
it was just experiencing only a moment ago
.
I didn't know where these
friendly currents were taking me and I didn't know if they would get me
there alive
.
The world spun around at amazing speed
,
my brain strained
painfully to collect all of the rushing visual images
-
but all it got was a
kaleidoscope of moving colors.
It's strange
;
the leaf was the cause of my distress yet my only
sen
s
e of security. There were moments of complete weightlessness,
where I was neither flying nor falling but suspended in the air. Time held
no meaning in my world anymore
;
it froze and stretched out infinitely
.
I
wanted to my hazardous j oumey to end so that I could know whether I'd
come out OK
,
but I neve
r
wanted the thrill of it to go away. I grew more
excited as the journey went on ... and more fearful. I gathered up the
courage to stand up taller so I could see over the sides of the leaf.
It was a breathtaking sight
,
seeing the world from so far above
after living my life clung so close to it. I knew that even ifl survived the
landing
,
I was far from my colony to ever see it again. Even if a predator
didn't get me
,
I would die without my colony to provide shelter or help me
find food. But, oddly, I was thankful for my experience and for this leaf
snapping free of its branch
.
I had never felt so alive.







Satan's Fitful Sleep
By: Anonymous
It
is I who lives in this twisted little world.
Maleforming my characters to play a part in my mind.
I
am the twisted alone figure in the night.
That time holds no bounds to my hungry soul, that
I
should be in
this comer before the light.
The Truth!
The stark naked, terrifying truth.
A thousand curious figures peeling my skin loose!
Away you vagrants!
You castaways of flesh!
I
condemn you to my immortal torture if that is what you so eagerly
seek to find.
Face my undying wrath with vengeance sworn before my concep-
tion,
Still clung to a womb from which I was sacrificed;
Tom to a world that abhors me,
That makes a mockery, a villain, a whore of me, and my wretched
mind!
That I am to be left alone in this world, like a million other souls.
Vying for our sacred, most sweet and sought after taste.
A blandness we may know in body, but never in spirit, Never in the
dreams of our innocent little wombs.
The worms of experience have not fed upon my resting bed, not
by
the hands of this dreary little nap.
For this night like so many others is my own, my single lonely
space of time.
And what of this? I smile.
I cherish the harps and harmony that speaks softly to my waking
ears.
To dream is the divine conqueror, a master of us all.
For what is this world but an extension of those little things in our
head.
Those little hopes in everything, in anything, written once before
and once again,
To repeat in our heart, beat after tender beat.




A Prayer for Help
Sit down my son,
Your life has just begun,
Time to get serious,
So don't
be so foolish.
Shoot for the stars
And you won't get far,
Before you come down
And crash to the ground.
But Father, please help me,
For I am still not ready.
My life has just begun,
Why can't I have fun?
I don't want to go out that door,
I just want to explore some more.
Into this world I have been thrown,
Cast out into the great unknown,
Learning how to succeed and gain wealth,
While I am still trying to know myself.
-Stephen Donnarummo










Tribute to True Friendship
We've been friends since first grade. Two completely opposite
,
yet kindred spirits. The spark that ignited us may have been accidental,
but we fed it to see where it would lead
.
We were just buddies most of
our life. The typical kind of will-you-sit-with
-
me-on-the-bus friendship
thayt al children experience. The deepness wasn't discovered until years
later.
We did it all together; completely inseparable. We didn't go out
with the other. It was pure hell if we got separated into different classes
or even, god-forbid, different teams on the gym class kickball team. We
can't even recall how many times we both sang the wrong song lyrics
then laughed hysterically until giant tears rolled down our cheeks. Only
with one another could we sit in silence and let our thoughts communi-
cate.
We met after a few hours
.
Yea
,
I agree it happened quickly, but
is that such a bad thing? We were totally different people, but there was
an instant bond between us. We really understand each other: our fears,
our hopes, our loneliness. We reached out to one another to help fill in
s
ome of the voids in our
I
ives. Further than that, we respected each other
highly and trusted them to the fullest extent. Should either of us break
that trust we would be devastated. Our late night talks over stale coffee
kind of friendship created a new person in me. A person who wasn't
used to opening up and emptying their thoughts, feelings, and desires
We became friends the instant we met. When I saw your
gleaming smile, I knew you were next. .
.
next to get me to submit; next to
get me to spill out the far-comers of my soul. We always try to please
one another; take that extra step to ensure the other will have a good day.
We found in one another something we never knew existed in
ourselves
..
. a feeling
,
a happiness, an understanding. With us a
hug
is
greater than a thousand words. We want to protect one another; we hate
when the day comes o an end leaving us with one less day to talk and
smile
.
We meet many acquaintances in our
lives,
some we care about
and others we are apathetic towards. But only those true friends will be
with you forever, in your heart and on your mind. Only those people can
look you in the eye and without saying a word,
make
your day a whole
lot
brighter.
By: Jamie
Veley






View of the Hudson
By: James A. Rovello
What insurmountable beauty seems to flow from the
frozen river of this dreary February.
That nature could summon forth such blushing warmth
into the soul of a broken figurine.
A
still
surface of glittering waves,
Mimicking in their still photograph the tumult waves be-
neath.
A frame of one moment in the never-ending life of a river.
What water had flown here before and which for the first
time
am
I witness to?
Could this moment eched in ice be the most sacred joys
withing its life span?
Or, the deepening
sorrows
which know no true depths
below?
How mighty is the Hudson?
How burdensome is its trip that nature's photograph
should
instill the struggles ofits never-ending journey.
How hapless its victim who struggle above those teary
eyed waves of anguish,
Swallowing whole all that human tenacity may throw.
Including this blot of ink, which like its numerous failed
counterparts will join the ranks of Icarus.
Too prideful to fly, too great to swim,
An age-old reminder of how tempestuous the moment is.
Give in then to the frozen photos and let the waters of
amnesia
strip
what lasting memories remain.
To the endless depths my creativity goes,
Only to resurface in my child's eye.








~oice
in
the Woods
-Sy: Scott R._andall Thompson
Gretel could wander through the woods of her
head
And find the nothing that was her always
Who she called
God
others called J?an-
Instead, she stays in
bed and prays
again-
Laughing Gretel smiles at the comer she stares
at
Towards which she ran like a
rod
replacing
strays called
God
-Sy cats lost like sheep- we are 'til then
This godless
rod
of cats, communicatory pole,
From air we stole from
God
of old named J?an-






Waiting
I keep waiting
For things to get better
But my momma told
Me a watched pot
Never boils, and
Patience, was never
A virtue I possessed
My dreams could
Fill a million pots
And when they finally
Begin to boil, all the
Little wishes would
overflow onto the
Burners, and steam
Their way into reality
I keep waiting
To have my prayers answered
But my momma told
Me that god helps those
Who help themselves,
And water can only boil
If there is heat beneath it
By:
Janna








war of the Loveless
The game begins with us blind to the light,
unaware, unprepared, for the perilous fight.
Heart so bold, sword of gold,
we ride the tide into the night
.
Enter the field, borne of innocence,
Leave the day wounded, worried, and tense.
onward we strive, barely alive,
Hearts heavy with sorrow intense.
But we must battle on,
until the break of dawn.
No matter what the cost,
or the soldiers we've lost.
For when all is said and done,
we cannot quit until we've won.
Never giving up, we fight on.
Only once you've achieved victory,
can you close your spiritual armory.
The spoils of war, forevermore,
Will be your own love story.
so if you ever find that,
Your constant battle is worthless,
Just keep in mind that,
The war of the loveless,
Is better won than lost,
No matter what the cost
.
And when all is said and done,
You cannot quit until you've won,
So NEVER give up, FIGHT ON!B
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You Make Me Feel so Dark
By Kavl Manoranjan
Oh girl, I don't know how you do it,
you make me feel so young.
Evervtlme I see you I am Inclined to smile
and my heart pounds In my chest
and I form a lump In my throat.
Your beauty astounds me
and makes me feel so dark
In the Illuminance of your light.
I think that I could be him,
the one for you but I doubt myself.
I know what I want to tell you,
what I feel In my soul,
but what if I say the wrong words,
and then you laugh at me and turn away.
Tongue-tied and nervous,
I don't want to say the wrong things,
so once more 1
gaze at you,
then I turn around
and walk away.
1 hope I will see you again soon
and maybe, just maybe
when that day comes,
I will have the strength
to say to you
the things that you ought to hear from me.





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By: Nicole Reizian
I sit here on this wooden bench
In the middle of a busy campus,
And strangely you cross my mind.
Thinking of last night
How you held me and made me yours,
If only while we slept.
All my feelings of uneasiness seemed to vanish,
As I felt your lips lightly kiss my cheek.
And when the dreaded alarm sounded
I knew my time of lying beside you
Had ended.
Yet the feeling when I left
You was just as sweet.
Looking at you under the crumpled blankets,
Like a child.
I pulled myself away to being the tasks
That compared to being with you suddenly
Were so insignificant.
No studying or reading made a difference.
Now, I sit here on this wooden bench
I am grateful.
To have each second to remember,
For these bring a smile to my day.






Tarnished Crucifix
By: Kevin Herbert
I've searched for some solution
To dissolve this darkened state
Of meaningless pollution
Of violence and hate
I gaze with disconcerted sight
At tiny pits and rust
Years of never-ending night
And miles of fractious dust
By:Jennifer
Hoffman
Flowers



Fireworks
by: Jennifer Hoffman




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Editors Note:
I would like to thank all of those who par-
ticipated in making this semester's Mosaic
happen. My editing staff, the authors of
the poems, short stories, and pictures, the
printers, ect. And a special thanks has to
go out to Stephen Donnarummo for all the
long hours and tedious typing he did for
us. Thank you!!!! To everyone, again have
a
great summer, and I can't wait to see
what
next
year
brings. Keep summitting! ! !
Sincerely,
Taryn Polites
Cheif Editor
Spring '00


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