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Frozen Howl

Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance
kneeling weak alone humble and meek finding a balance

Weeping rivers flow haunting sea waves turn the key
truth is something beautiful touching deeply chords
Chilling whispers rise warm oasis warmly embraces hold
creeping inside beauty beams within shadows 
Dancing starlight kissing ocean reflections twinkle
sparkle glisten teardrops coldly ripple out

Floating on a cloud of breath precious beauty
a mystery that means something special 
finest mother of pearl gem coloring rainbow jewel shines forever
Frozen dew quicksilver lining echoes time answers always
cold as ice crystals dazzling diamond stillness pure 

Frosted vision clear cutting ivory white one cool snowflake falls
baptism in regal glowing crowning full face splendor enchants a ball
walking along golden strands looking across the sea midnight strikes
Sleepless nights held over and back destiny calls your name
utopia faraway dreaming our love complete

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Poet -This Poem is About You

-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet- 

Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off 
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause 

The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse 
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse 
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse 
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance, 
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers 
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest, 
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein

You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal, 
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree 
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."

I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter, 
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer 
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer

Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light, 
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes, 
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.

If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause

I do it for fun

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Northern Slaves

In the silent breathing of night,
treading through 
the darkness and the hush
(A heavy band of slave)
like black ants snaking
through the forlorn distance.
Grieving with tears
Of yesterdays burning anguish. 
They hum a languid song
On the fragrant breath of wind.
A haunt that invades my trembling eyes 
With a thousand boundless tears
That quivers through the night.

The dreaded echoes came down the black pathway
Like a thousand men 
Galloping through the sultry breeze
(Were the heartless whips that toiled)
With dumb hands,
Feeding paled pink flesh 
With endless stings of cruel misery.

The stars curled around their naked feet
As they trampled the grass 
Wet with lurid dew and the masked
Beds of fragrant hues
Prancing in the hallowed night.
I could feel the storming of their sorrows,
The rock of their heart
Drooping with defeat.
Despair a master to their fading hope
That sailed across their faces.
Oh those foul notes budding with despair
Branched within their eyes.

The lulling whispers of their shackles
United with their treading feet like hooves
Cloaked with heavy weariness
(It surrounded the dead of night)

I hung up my fears
For I was bright with their pain
Oh I died that day 
Oh I died that day
While drifting to the helpless East
To that damp cold earth filled
With drowsy mournful Asters
Then the smell of dead men came alive
Black dogs clustered to the earth
Their children beside them with gripping hands!


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Not Missing Loves Beat

Not Missing Love’s Beat

Not missing love’s beat . . . .
Sails to you this golden bright morning rising so high 
Sails waving with light, joy, and such promise and hope 
One smile gasping breathless always for you my love

As you walk with me deeply into Eden’s very paradise
Dancing my heart love on that yellow brick road of dreams
Dying to be with you my love forever and ever and ever 
Dreams inside of eternal youth with my heart pounding so	

Awaiting the very day to come when I stand before you 
Down on bended knee holding your hands warmly smiling 
Kissing each and every single fingertip so exquisitely 
I shall ask you to be forever and always with me my love 

You will be my Queen with dazzling jewels of an ocean wide 
The other heartbeat echoing as two becomes one complete
Our thirst for love and passion is almost unquenchable
And my very psyche is afire with excitement when we caress

Sleeping at night my love brings me into your dream world
Where it’s me and you and you and me together floating
Through the very ether of time breathing rarefied air so
Deliciously as we’re hopelessly mesmerized in true love 

When I awaken from our nocturnal dream trance so joyously
We hold one another so lovingly and caress so warmly at once
We kiss passionately and longingly in a most sublime spirit while
Not missing love’s beat . . . . 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)

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Wings Of Deep Beauty

One floating away into the stars 
magically opening up windows 
a fairy princess flies royal
in a realm crowning regal kingdom 

Dazzling beautiful moonbeam's 
sparkling dew petal soft starlight 
touching moments gleam diamond 
caressing thoughts sweetest heart tenderly
Magic weaving ribbons spell
in desire softness shining warm light 
stroking warm dusting angel feathers 
enchanting lips under spell 
falling kissing beauty
Sweetly waves dance 
sure as the moon reflection rises 
a fairy tale dream begins gleaming
She stands there motionless form 
sparkling jewels spell bound blinding grace 

Sweetly filled by waves emotions pop from his kiss 
Pink champagne bubbles bursting flavors and roars in her blood 
Sensitive skin like a stormy sea crawling warmly underneath 
silver glittering dazzling in moon light reflections 

A golden rain with white water lilies 
Romeo and Juliet at the Opera - to be or not to be 
all waves crash and land on shores 
A beautiful love story under the moonlight 

Paddling lonely on his lily leaf 
he tasted lips the frog 
But this is something bigger ... 
touches heart and soul walking hand in hand 
paradise a droplet of dew falls spiritually 

Spiraling rippling fingers of energy 
a really beautiful adventure begins 
four chambers magically open up 
Touching warm caressing emotions softly 
inside an unknown world redeemed in light 

Time has shown me this simple truth 
That the light that shines from high above 
makes the whole world bright 
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows 
Waiting to blossom at the bright coming morn 

So true even in the darkest pits walking towards destiny 
eternally shining forever in the house of beauty 
Always warm miracle embracing 
rays flutter warmly angel feathers 
wings touching inside feathers of soft satin silk 
Dewdrops rainbow bouquet color sun shining gold 
brightly glimmering with hope 

a co write by Anne Lise and Liam Mc Daid

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rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)

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Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception

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Light breezes moan through dawn's cracked window
I, wrapped in ivory silk, you as always, linger in place
Anticipating our morning ritual, sleepy desires move
Pleasured senses guide our thoughts in sync

Rhythmic expressions, elated vibrations
Fidgeting fingers lightly caress
At last the font gushes, between unfolded pages
Wherein chapters of new life begin

( A writer's affair with the pen)

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Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again 

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Close As a Whisper

You are as close as a whisper
the sound of snow fall

I miss you
miss you in the morning
the morning pouring like water
running over
streaming down
passing, as time not bottled

Snow is more gentle than rain
and rain is gentle
My rain is gentle
my rain is pouring down
my snow is gliding
the air is curling the smoke
from winter chimney
The air lilts the snow

Rest like snow gently on my shoulder
love sweet and smooth
love as yet untrodden
smooth as snow, unspoiled.

(Poem of the Day, 1/12/2014)

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Tear Drops

Putting down sword of truth 
falling from dark clouds true blue
feelings you draw from the deep ocean
curling waves warmly galloping
summer wind warm and moist
that love glance that moment
Emotions floating softly
upon whispering silent winds
kissing golden sands 
wet freshly salted teardrops
washing your feet with love
fulfilling your heart’s wishes
Most beautiful I adore
in the name of beauty
always means forever 
sweetly in the end
gazing in your eyes
touching moist lips
Love you liberate me freely 
if only one could see this soul
crystals crashing to the ground
rising to the occasion with love
cherishing every moment fully
never saying goodbye
How precious shining a true treasure
touching gossamer wing longing brush 
wishing in an everlasting memory
hoping always for the best
making life happen always
showing no fear ever 

Memories of a love so true
wishing a life together forever
embracing each other so warmly
caressing and kissing openly
seeking fate and destiny in life
crying tear drops openly

Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Free Verse Collaboration,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 20, 2014) 

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I am With You Always

I am with you always...
You think I'm far away
I'm closer than you think
I'm just a whisper away...

The breeze is my breath on your cheek
The rain is my passion that wets you
The sun is my warmth on your body
The scent of flowers, my perfume
I surround you
I touch you
I fill you

The starlight is the shine of my eyes
The moon, the fullness of my face
The sounds of nature, my voice
The stream my hands that caress

I am with you always
I'm just a thought away
A line or two of a poem
A dream for your night or day

I'm with you always...


                                   I am with you always....
                                                                       My love....

Eileen Manassian

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Enchanted Vision of Love So Pure

Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew 
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining 
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain 
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love! 

You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling 
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire 
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare 
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear! 

Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch 
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance 
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too! 

Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss 
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine 
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,                  
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)                           
(Free Verse)

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Grey fingers soft as a pickpocket’s,      
Soundless and sightless, have taken the sun -      
Poacher in the kingdom of the blind. 
Guests and ghosts of the realm steal in and out,    
Cozened into thinking that 
Feet pressed to the ground -
Ensure the lost land will be restored,
The theft of the sun will be recouped.

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

Written   21st  August  2014    by Sydney Peck
For contest  THROUGH  THE MIST

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The Surface of Things

Raindrops don’t know themselves,
only becoming aware
when freed of their teardrop forms;
becoming the surface of things,
tracing the rounded stone,
the languid curve of a blade of grass.

Raindrops caressing the skin,
washing upon our teary faces,
disguising our sadness with their own.

Their rounded bellies reflecting
upside-down worlds,
raindrops, a millionfold,
mirroring each other,
as we are mirrored
in each other’s eyes.

This unified sacrifice,
dangling on precipice of cloud,
as each breaks, as hearts break.

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The Candy Store

The little girl stood outside the candy store
Pressing her nose against the window
Her lips wet 
Trying hard to swallow
What the sight of those candies 
Produced in abundance in her mouth...
The liquid anticipation of taste

It had been a long time 
Since a candy 
Had slowly dissolved
On her playful tongue
Oh, the bliss 
Yet she knew….
She could not have one

She looked longing at one particular kind
Her friend had given her just a lick of
Oh…it was so divine
She wanted one…all to herself
Not to share with anyone
To savor…..alone
To savor…long
Tasting every single flavor
That would burst on her tongue
How she wanted it
To fill her mouth with sticky sweetness
To help her forget
The bitterness of her days and nights
A little tear trickled down her cheek

Slowly she pulled herself away
And trudged on past the candy store
Perhaps, she was just not meant
To have certain treats
She smiled through her tears
As she kicked a stone aside
Now that she had seen it
At least she could dream
Of floating away
On sugary cotton candy clouds
Of wispy pink
Savoring in her mouth 
the glorious sweetness
Of her forbidden treat

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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A Perfect Storm

In an open field of endless, noiseless distance,
Rolling clouds cast an impending gloom;
A welcomed and promised darkness descends.
My eyes shut as I breathe in the aroma,
In anticipation of 
The cleansing that quickly approaches.
I cloak myself in the breeze, as it promises a release..
The cool wind, calming, so gently serene...
Sweeping over my overheated skin.
Finally, the fury is perfectly unleashed down upon me.
The winds, gusting in a frenzied rush
My hair whipping haphazardly around, 
Stinging at my face.
I smirk toward the sky, as I silently, but eagerly
Await the onslaught - 
This desperate release that I longed for in secret.
It sought me out, and found me. 
I hear the angry sounds
The roaring, begging to weep alongside me.
When suddenly, the violent tears begin to fall
With a sudden, breathtaking destructiveness.
The thunder, like me, cries out in pain,
With such sadness, angry liquid bathing the parched earth.
It saturates my face, my body drenched.
As I stand in the midst of the deluge, in awe,
Crashing winds attempt to destroy me,
But cannot find the strength.
Until the tears eventually run dry,
The painful clashes and cries become silent..
The skies yield to light, as the great and
Terrible sun demands to be seen.
I open my tear-stained eyes,
And glimpse a different world before me...
Cleansed and made new.
And I cannot understand, nor
Fathom the reality...
Of the beautifully, perfect
Broken release.

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Walking alone
Often outside
In deep thought
About things of
Great importance.

I wonder aloud
Thoughts amassed
Priorities now
Solutions not clear
Seeking inspiration.

Time’s fleeting
Which is always
Tied to many
Dynamic actions
Begging resolution.

I stop now—
And look heavenward
Solutions abound
Choices are difficult
I’m staying focused.

Use my intuition
Request divine help
Do Nothing
Take your pick
Nothing’s easy.

My soul’s focus
Trust yourself—
First and foremost
God speaks silently
Do it now!              

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(January 27, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

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Oh sweet rose

Beautiful rose
covered in 
your petal finery
sweet silken
satin soft feelings
singing in praise
touching deeply inside

Gentle heart 
of sweetness
tenderness flows
from your sweet
scenting aroma
floats inside 
the scent

Heavenly emotions
enchanting beauty
looking amazing
red in passion
hot soft whispering 
pink blushing
orange warm
as the sun beams glow

Dressed in white
you crown angels
petals softly 
Whispers flow
on scented air
words inside 
I love you

Kissing and hugging
my love deeply darling
surrendering to you
without doubt
purest rose

I trust 
from the petals
into my heart
a crowning jewel
you are queen
amongst flowers 
amazingly baby

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Burning Flesh part 1

Things begin turning around and very 
slowly they take a nasty foreboding twist
as Hell's Dragon has not breathed yet 
a deep burning fire melting red his eyes
dripping blood upon fury and destruction
pumping inside the uncontrollable fire 
equal to that of a thousand steamboats 
and only he sleeps in the dark dungeons.

Chained and suffering in utter Hellfire
chained in untold torment and anguish 
unleashed he would burn your heart no less
in a flash—while scorching all to nothingness 
fried black from the deepest ashes falling
cold silently sleeping with wings on fire and
chained to love’s weakness as the dark fables say:
Do Not Call Upon This Beast—He’s The Devil’s Own.

Hell’s Dragon stirs inside with tongues of flames
lashing with the pains of hate to strike all now
leaving hottest cinders and funeral pyres a plenty
it’s now the Devil’s very moment to unleash His Evil, 
His Demon Dragon upon the saintly and the pure
and the precious doing their good works and all
and unsuspecting of the malevolence awaiting them.  
The Devil enters afresh the earthly plane once more and
releases His Dragon to inflict harm and to upset
God’s celestial equation of peace, harmony, and light—
bringing death, destruction, and retribution to all in
its flight path while breathing out the harshest and
cruelest and hottest flames of fiery perfidy in the 
name of Lucifer—Himself laughing boisterously at God
all the while not knowing the coming angelic answer.

The Almighty Lord works indeed in the most mysterious 
of ways and He will not let his Fallen Angel Lucifer (or 
“The Devil” on Earth) have His way by murdering 
innocents through His Dragon proxy only too willing to
serve His Master to bring horrible hideous death to all
of mankind who fall within its flight path and intention
to inflict the most treacherous and dastardly plan of
of unmitigated death and horror ever to be unleashed. 

Continued burning flesh 2    

Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 28, 2014)
(Free Verse poetic format)

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"the earth's dark veil slivered the heaven's, 
 crimson shadows birthed the moon"
Kristin Palm 

"the earth's dark veil 
slivered the heavens, 
 crimson shadows 
birthed the moon"

into a thousand crescents 
Every prayer, ever uttered 
was written in the dust of 
these forsaken ravines 
Oceans flung their waters 
into the wide heavens 
of man's total Regret 
There in the silent void 
of consequence 
the hidden forces of
Creation met 
to silently knit 
each shattered Atom
 of beauty 
into existence again 

Suzanne Delaney

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Enchanted Vision of Love So Pure

Enchanting deep forest sparkling magical dew 
Vision of beauty takes to clouds in silver lining 
Star lighting vision dancing with the shadows
Rainbow skies set to light mist of cool rain 
And the warmest thoughts of you my Dear Love! 

You are so very beautiful and precious My Darling 
Behind the mirror your soul sings soothingly so
Stirring hotly emotional feelings and passions afire 
How the passion burns the flower of flowers so rare 
Regal crowning desires petals touching so softly My Dear! 

Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding bright
Sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light touch 
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance 
Looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines so exquisitely
Gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul and You Too! 

Over and over my heart skips beats when we caress and kiss 
Beams jumping over the moon silver whispers wonderful so
Silently making love to you in every single thought of mine 
Hot sexy kissing and so sensual in every inch nibbling softly
Within the deepest love inside loving you forever My Love!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,                  
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 25, 2014)                           
(Free Verse)

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You Man

-a request by Mam Aiyah

You as a man can fill up this world
With the love of your heart,
Let them flow into your veins
As the oxygen of your spirit
Goes into the lungs of your kindness

You as a man can share the thoughts of your brain,
Even though your memory is not that enough to complete the story
Let your axon abound and connect to the spinal cord of your dreams

You as a man can smile with your lips
Let there be a good quotes for every word
Of your mouth as they slip,
Swallow all the sorrows, 
Cut the sadness of your teeth, make them fly away

You as a man can show your eyes with happiness,
Mix this with inspirations
As they blink in with visionaries

You as a man can smell the fragrance of nice posture
Strain the bad from good using your cilia,
As your thumb and index made it concrete
And threw them at a distance

You as a man can hear solutions,
Can fight all the negative pictures
With your muscles in your skeleton,
You can build a problem killer device
Energy is your emotions,

You as a man can face all of your knotty points
You can hold the sky,
As your feet stay on the ground…
Because you as a MAN,
Is H U M A N…

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Precious Shell

Rose-veined, you opened the heart vein in me
as I crested each white wave of grief.
Nipple-rosy, you suckled sadness like mother milk;

miraculous, whorled in warm salt waters -
small sea-curled shell, rocked by my body's waves.
When sea-voiced songs swirled into the pearled

shell of your ear did you hear
my breeze blown words, wave-whispered?
Small, balled conch of cute, ocean floating

but clam-clamped to the placental shore,
tethered by a soft seaweed sway.
Little love limpet, lodged forever

beneath my heart's carapace -
a memory mollusc
clinging to my dry driftwood days.

for 'Leaf, Feather, Shell or Flake' contest

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Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?

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I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time

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Star Gazer

When she smiled at him ----

   the world could wait,

   with its myriad of contradictions

   and infinite postures to feigned joy;

   there could be no deceit in her light....

That gorgeous assurance that he was as alive

   as the vast heartbeat of the cosmos;

   what a whetted pulse to quicken and burst

   upon the shoulders of stars,

   and saddle comets to flame....

   ride the rays of the sun....

As a child again under the spell of ice cream,

   shiny-toy and heroic dream;

   the world could wait,

   (when she smiled at him)

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Thy Sword: The Masculine Principle

What is this period, which illustrates the weak motions 
of dull blades, and misguided swings?

I am an unfortunate imitator, as the fearless edge I once 
owned, has faded prominently among the flock as well. 
It is not the passion which is forever stuck in the quiet
ignorance of sheath, but rather, the unmarked areas of 
unrest that requires a warrior’s decisive cut. 
But we are now scholars of sedentary efforts, 
and our slashes no longer spread deep caution among
our adversaries. 

However, we have not defeated ourselves without the 
cause of Judas. 
We have been disarmed for ages, courtesy of those who
marvel in our jagged failures. The audacity of this 
artificial textbook entitled humanity; to neutralize the 
arsenal of kings: past, present, and future. 
But still , how could one explain the brick and mortar that
is possessed in thy sword?
What is this technique from our natural birth that been 
suppressed until further notice?

Answer: To exist within the greatest offense, and act, 
before the call of reaction, our current foe. 
To stab forethought into brief memory, and thrust 
Baring all punishment for blood falsely exposed. 
If no site of fault becomes of this moment, then our
finest cut will never perish. 

As the blade plays aggressive with the follow through, 
one may notice the innocent silhouettes that are favored
behind it’s whisper. 
These are the gentle foundations that cause us to guard 
without asking. As worshippers of security, we slice away 
those inches of influence, that could bring illogical charm 
into reason. 
Thus, our steel diminishes when imbalances come into 
fruition. There is no better worry than our silent stance. 
There was a time when our subjective follow through 
never wavered, and our swords denied the flirtatious 
Opinions along the straight edges of debate, were once
a warrior’s first and last identity. 

Such times are now recorded as a fairy tale of 
Those wounds that once had no apprehension or fear, 
now hesitate to slash the fallacies of others. 
We are now the soft beggars of war, without our 
extended bass to culminate polarity yet again. 

As this battle extends itself to another sphere, 
I pray that prayer becomes obsolete in the realm of 
necessities’, and that these statues of war rediscover 
their purposeful precision, 
Referencing themselves back to their original title: Men.

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Mythical pest

My parents complain of a mythical pest,

Infesting our house since the 7th of July,

Devouring the snacks, desserts,

delicacies and everything hot, spicy or sweet,

Determined to find the beast,

Fattened with food meant for me.

with a magic wand and on a broom to hunt

set out may it be a lachupakabra or a lepricorn,

Scary or naughty and anything the creature might wield

ready with a device from my dad given to me with a grin

the device, the compass, the guide to the beast

was a mirror reflecting its scaled skin scarlet red

staring at me with cat like blue eye

fierce and mighty.

Not a pest but is a mythical beast

Omega and almighty! It was me

Perplexed, gave up the hunt.

now feasting on poisonously, maliciously, dangerously

in sugary syrup gulab jamuns soaking.

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Where now does the black rose sleep?
The rains that fell before, bleed harder.
On grass that does not weep.

The lightening’s strike bears no sound.
Yet bursts afresh the stony ground.

Where hence do the voices go?
Their melody dancing, around trees flits.
Downwards on with the rivers flow.

Concealed within the morning mists.
I kneel with hands raised in fists.

Where then did the crows’ murder fly?
Leaving bones as their scar, laid fields bare.
And as vultures retook the sky.

Sea’s advance wrecks the iron ship with rust.
It’s foundations break, crumbling our chains to dust.

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Writer's Block

Words tumble from my brain
like boulders down sides of mountains
where they rest for millennia,
only to be carried away by ancient tribes
building their ancient temples.

The perfect stanza has struck me
like an arrow deftly navigating an ancient forest,
only to be completely obliterated
as I awaken from my Mayan dream.

The trees of the forest cut down,
now feed their ancient pyres
upon which they burn my poems
as offerings to their ancient gods.

Archaeologists will find the ashes and line them up,
and when they are unable to decipher them,
they will toss them aside.

Rains will wash them away
into the streams that travel to the oceans,
to be snatched up by the krill
who are devoured by behemoths.

Expelled through blowholes,
carried away by winds,
joined by other words,
they become the air that I breathe.

Words inside oxygen, oxygen inside molecules,
enter the bloodstream, travel to the brain
and wait patiently to tumble out, again.

[Honourable mention: Polar Expressions Publishing 2014 Poetry Contest]
[Published in The Warbler’s Song (2014) by Polar Expressions Publishing]

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

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The Elephant in the Room

3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave

Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to right to left

An equilibrium facing assault charges against self

They slow dance to cello dreams
And E minor dividends

Two-step monotone, sway
Against platinum lacquer foundations


But, it was then.

These same socialites,
Made of recycled candle wax
And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence,
Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV

Proudly imported from China

“Attention uptight snobs of Mecca!
The city zoo has imploded!
The monkeys revolted!
The zebras were tired of being racially profiled!
Run for your LIV…!”

And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause,
An elephant crashes into the decadent room
Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear

It stares at the socialites,
Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night

As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets
As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song

The real newsflash

Metaphors played hooky today

©Drake J. Eszes

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IQ Test

I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals the popular outcast; 
As a youth, I found my image cut down 
into this manufactured silhouette.

Drenched in social rain, my peers 
had never found me more alienated, 
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse 
They did everything in their power to provide 
a verbal umbrella, 
However, the texture remains weak and 

This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought, 
For within this cranial mansion resides 
additional rooms, 
For the more abstract and surreal 
elements of life; 
It is that secluded gland which reveals 
the renaissance of men, who wear 
infinite Fedoras.

Now wearing the shoes of a young 
A taste of charisma resides in my 
However this slight addiction to external 
Comes in second to my first drug of 
choice: Wisdom. 

Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime; 
So don’t be surprised when resistance 
knocks at your door, 
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within 
your temple; 
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood 
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.

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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
All results of

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                  If you think life is like walking on a crystal staircase
                                          Simple and easy 
                                       Bright and sparkling
                                    Blind, naive and dreamy
                  An angel with the wings on each side of the steps
                                  Your heart would be broken
                                      You must not stumble
                                           Your strength
                         Red blood trails in shining crystal staircase
                              Leaving behind tears for lost dream
                      Life consists of realities - longing and harmony
                                 Winnie the Pooh with honey pot
                                           A tidal wave of joy
                      All the dazzling stars shine brighter than hoped
                Walk of life staircase is an art which everyone must learn
                                       But no one can teach you
                      The staircase of life are not made of shiny crystal

A-L  Andresen :)

- My english is my second language -

Sponsor: Nette Onclaud 
Contest Name: Metaphor: CRYSTAL 
Deadline 06/04/2014

(6th in the contest)

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

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They place my vowel
Under barren landscape

Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat

Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win

Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler

They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance

Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform

Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character

They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars

Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds

My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory

Holding wooden spoon against my waist

Ready to crawl

©Drake J. Eszes

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Precious Descendants

Oh white wave
Mistress of the sea,
And you, bright fame
Of the island;

Together you teach
The one who is like God;
A heavenly flower
That blooms with your touch.

Protected under the
Wings of constancy
Rejoice, for your
Grandmother is a Pearl;

Cloaked in iridescent white,
Layers upon layers,
She shines in her
Wealth of wisdom.

Connie Marcum Wong

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Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.

The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.

Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.

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Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.

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My Secret Garden

Love, you meander breathless landscape,
your breath warm like whorled musk of flower,
kissing coiled tendrils, tonguing twined vines;
roaming at leisure where hidden treasures pleasure,
enticing you to touch each blood-blush bloom;
stroked soft south and gold-veined by sun...
Tender tilt and heave of terrain, tease of flame
as your fingers frisk fizzing fleshed freesia,
warm as sun on leaves. Hollows and contours explored
as, hazed, you blaze an undulating trail...inhale...
exhale...perfume, pleasure, senses mingling,
scents and fluids combining, lingering...
The garden sweats sweet musk of lilac,
mist of moist earth, dusk dust of violet;
petals glister, pulse pink-plump as fuchsia,
opening a vermilion-veined vista...

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How I Met Your Mother

I once vacationed in the company of silence,
It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon
Although I had a calling that answered my 
A myth of joy existed outside this career, 
I was left drowning in limbo, without an 
But there was a witness, who studied my trail 
without cause, 
And without apprehension, she helped to resurrect the 
the location of destiny; 
Allow me to reminisce on such. 

For it was in a previous portrait, that I encountered 
a dozen roses; 
Of these that I held, there were none that exceeded 
a brief touch,
A momentary scent that never returns; 
Now understand with this expression, it is not a
boast I intend to create, 
For I was seeking that gentle grip, in hopes of it never 
I continued a cold failure, never realizing the warmth of 
victory that smiled ahead. 

I settled on the peak of solitude, as my faith passed
away in obscurity, 
And yet, beyond these frozen eyes, there existed a 
narration of fate, waiting for my company; 
For you see kids, I’ve walked past the casual frame 
of your mother, 
And misplaced my sight, I’ve missed her spirit by 
petty inches, 
And when there was a vision of opportunity, my space
was occupied with trivial games. 

Then one day, I discovered a possession that linked 
heaven and earth forever, 
An umbrella your mother left abandoned; 
And yet, it was through her innocent misfortune, 
That I discovered her abstract songs, played upon
by the perfect key, 
Her heart that sits in prosperity, from the charity of 
A collection of beauty, your mother gracefully 
By the time we crossed into cupid’s lair, I knew 
already, the verses of duality were written true, 
And with that, the perfect stranger discarded her 
Leading Renee into popularity; 
Hello became the endless quote, we spoiled into 

As the task of life left this page briefly open, 
I responded with a mutual exit, confirming these 
lips of joy, 
And with revelations of challenge forever slayed,  
I peacefully fell, forever breathless. 

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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?

I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.

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A Night To Remember

So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



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Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

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Opened Book

You lifted me from the shelf
Looked at my cover
Made a judgment on what was inside
Decided to spend some time

You explored my thoughts
Flipped through my pages
Bent my corners
Underlined my words
Dampened my paper with your tears
Pondered me
Laughed along my lines

I felt loved
I heard you sigh
Oh how I enjoyed our time together
The smell of your coffee
The rhythmic sound of your breathing
The feel of your hand caressing my pages

You closed my protective cover
Placed me on your coffee table
Close at hand
I gladly wait 
To spend more time
With you my friend.

I have always thought the books I have read have felt like friends.
I have a hard time discarding books, I am even more loyal with friends.
Being here at the soup has blessed me with many new friends, I thank
you all for removing me from the shelf and taking time to read my pages.

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Onion of Passion - A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup

Onion of Passion (A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup)

Start with an idea
Start with an onion

Onion on a cutting board
Onion from the crisper drawer

Drawer of firm vegetables
Drawer of future soup

Soup to feed the poet’s soul
Soup to cure the common cold

Cold days feeling uninspired
Cold nights feeling over tired

Tired of the same same same
Tired of this empty feeling

Feeling compulsive
Feeling hungry

Hungry for a poem to come
Hungry for some hearty soup

Soup flavored with Whitman’s marrow
Soup that starts with his sort of rawness

Rawness of starchy emotion
Rawness of aromatic images

Images of stiff green celery stalks
Images of bright chunked carrot snips

Snips sautéing in olive oil (dash of salt!)
Snips of memory softening

Softening and blending into metaphors
Softening with those onions now translucent

Translucent as distant dreams
Translucent as childhood kisses

Kisses snuck behind the bushes or
Kisses from great grandma

Grandma gave this life recipe
Grandma said to let things simmer

Simmer with love like chicken stock
Simmer then add the bag of herbs

Herbs are like adjectives
Herbs like just the right verbs

Verbs of action rather than being
Verbs like heat and sear and cook and flavor

Flavor the soup
Flavor for sharing

Sharing ourselves
Sharing is why

Why we cook these chunky poems
Why we cook anything

Anything at all
Anything  with passion

Passion and heart
Passion pulsing


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Love Bites

Love bites like the first frost in late autumn.
It kills whatever flowers have survived since summer ended.
The frost slowly seeps into the stem, totally consumes the petals,
then when it least expects it,
freezes them, biting deep into the roots, 
and choking it to death.
Eventually leaving nothing but a dead, rotted weed.

My love for you was like that flower,
and like that flower my heart was wild and free.
Until, one day when I was frost bitten, by your love for me,
which like that frost, was cold and uncaring.

Love bites like frost to a flower.
It hurts everything in it's path.
You know it's coming, and there is no way to stop it.
Nothing lasts forever.

Written by: Kelly Deschler   motif: nature & philosophical    (old poem)

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Smoke Signals

If words could envelop fire,

I’d whisper softly into a quiet

note and let the pyre in my

lonely coffer spill out it’s smokey dispatch.

Letting pathos glow inside carrion’s beat,

I would endeavor this note reach a messenger

with quick feet, so that you would read it before

I became nothing more than a ruin,

damned by it’s own occasion.

I would speak with a gentle urgency,

through teeth like embers of brimstone.

" Let not your tender humor steer you

in a direction that would wilt us both. 

Fan the flames that have consumed me,

It’s a burn that fuels our passion

I love you and the pain that you bring,

you are the brightness in the sky,

and the darkness of night.

You are the sting of broken flesh,

and the sweet release of blood that flows.

You are the healing of my blackened benevolence,

and the anger in my wisdom.

You are my second eye, 

and my heaviest anchor.

You are the spark,

and the kindle.

You are my Queen.”

-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved

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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

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Cupid's Golden Bow

Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 
always hits the target to the tightest degree
shedding his green skin like the chameleon he is 
the frog began drowning non-stop smiling as
he fell deeper into ocean colors of all shades a pearl
in a deep pool of beauty bathing so bright
he felt an electric bolt filled with deep undercurrents
string sparks fly in the first kiss with all feeling and intention
String sparks sizzilin' fly in the first kiss and bring  
dazzling amazing golden warm struck straight
but oh so gallant and oh so wonderful
In the heart on fire within passion hot
underneath the stars sailing of into space
inside floating around thoughts off the first mate
desires your affectionate smiles, laughs, and grins 
sings in the mind's eye grace of a thousand swans in flight
into another space over the Milky Way jewels sparkles a star
tender doting to the soul's eyes
floating to you bouncing inside waves
steaming hot seductive lashes 
floating through those curtains we join souls
uniting tender wooing and wonderful woven passion 
softly we forever kiss my love as desire always lays with you
I need and crave your love to take me to the edge of the night
dancing in my dreams struck deeply while 
turning this world upside down
into a golden paradise ball with all bells and whistles
that I've wished in my life
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand 
always hits the target tight and perfect
Always!  Always!  Always!  Always!
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Collaborative Free Verse Poem, October 16, 2014

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Steel Butterfly

A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile

Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself

So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly

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CAPTCHA's Cruelty


The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind’s eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me


CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall


How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there more—
Tell me, I pray


You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate


I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak


Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more


I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream


The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn’t doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen

Let them go
Full of woe
Take me now
Tell me how to
Set them free
Knowing is free

Knowing is free


For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it’s me
Crying in the dark pit of despair


Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap


What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll


What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then? 
Close your eyes and count to ten

The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA’s claws
Sad, deprived. . .

I speak your language to stop this cruelty:


Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste



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Fading Away To Nothing

I feel like I am fading away to nothing,
blending into an ordinary crowd,
where no one even notices me anymore.
Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement.
And, fading away with a short existence.

Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm,
dripping onto dry, weathered porch steps,
soaking into the wood grain, absorbing the very life of me.
Eventually leaving nothing behind.

Or like autumn leaves,
that once shined like gold in an October sunset,
now slowly withering and drifting to the ground
only to be raked aside,
or blown away to who knows where.

I feel like I am fading away to nothing.
A reflection in a mirror, that I can no longer recognize.
I don't want to be forgotten, especially to myself.
Like a lost spirit that no one can see, or even knows exists.
I'm dying out like the last spark of a flickering candle.
And evaporating into thin air like melting wax.

Like a piece of colored paper left in the sun's rays,
losing it's original brilliance, day by day,
the longer it is left there,
like no one cares about it anymore.
Or more like a bright helium balloon that escaped 
from a crying child's hand
drifting away and out of my reach, gone with the wind
And, disappearing into the clouds forever.
Fading away to nothing.

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Popularity Contest

Popularity Contest

It’s another agenda
Separated but punctuated by poetry
( and some say so called )


Measured by the same X factor 
Of the first round in The Next American Idol
Or maybe it was a Big Brother
To quote
Is easy

Just brown nose the voyeurs and voters

And so by ballot count
Esteem ones self

More of a political farce
Sanctioned by “content” and “subject matter”

And be ostracised 
( this word sounds like Ostrich’s who bury their heads in the sand
   not wanting to see or understand : definition metaphor = closed mind )

If it doesn’t fit ignore it

But; lets get back to the
Popularity Contest

Another word would be 
Or yet another would be
Or yet another

And apply ( or conform ) rigorously to; what is acceptable

Another word would be “Piffle”
Which has so many reaching for the thesaurus and dictionary 

And yet another word would be “Nigger”
Don’t say that word, oh no, not that word not 
“Nigger” !!!!!!

( I can’t believe he said it twice )

How about this then; 
Your own personal “Censor”


Your own personal religious fanatic 

( do you know what “fanatic” means )


Your own little world of Internet Dictatorship

( do they know what “smugness” means )

Do they even own a dictionary

But; and I almost forgot, this is all about 


and not about writing with the voices of centuries
people like “Jesus” who challenged the world they lived in
or icons like “Dylan” or artist like “Picasso”
oops who are they ?

Measured by the same X factor 
Of the first round in The Next American Idol
Or maybe it was a Big Brother
To quote
Is easy

Just brown nose the voyeurs and voters

And so by ballot count
Esteem ones self

“Popularity is an over simplified Dictatorship of the Conformist;
  which by rote would have us all agreeing with one another;
  in order to support our own narrow views of life”

Quote: Colin Mitchell Williams

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What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
like me?
What on earth is it like be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?

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Witness and Behold the End

White Lilies,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
White Roses,
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Beauty destroyed.

White flowers,
All around,
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.

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Why must I hear
the tempting gurgle
Of the life giving stream 
A sound wet with promise
Of refreshment

Why must I see
The alluring rush of movement
Liquid heaven
An enticing flow
Beckoning me to immersion

Why must I but lie here
Dying for want of water?
The sandpaper of my lips
Not even welcoming
A tongue cracked  
With not a drop of moisture
to bring relief
To assuage the grief
Or parched dreams

My throat constricts
that fail to produce
I’m dying

My skin dry
I lie
Devoid of liquid to cry tears
Why? WHY?
Why Am I here
Beside this life giving stream

Where is the angel
To lift my weary head
And gently pour this water
On my waiting lips
Patiently ministering
Again and again
Liquid healing
Till I’m somewhat revived
To carry me
into waiting watery wetness
of heaven
Until I am baptized
In liquid bliss

I’m dying here
Here on the edge
I see
I hear
I can almost taste
The stream of your love
bathing me
quenching me
freeing me
healing me

Forbidden to drink
Forbidden to taste
Forbidden to touch
Forbidden to love
Forbidden to LIVE

But why?
Why must I die?
When the water of life
Is nearby

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Shotgun Lovesong

Let's play a game
of Russian Roulette.
I'll go first,
you can pull the trigger.
Look me in the eyes
as the muzzle 
the temple of my skull.


I'll probably be fine,
more than alright in fact, 
as I watch you
watch me
remain alive.

It'll look like you love me.
It'll look like you care.

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Garden secrets

behind hidden fences 
grievance rules
most significant feelings
flow under iced  snow 
behind closed gates 
credence crawls
most significant forces
mow until the seeds show
behind entwined shrubs  
reliance reigns
most significant faiths
plow until the stalks bow 

fragrances reveal
most significant plants
blow a flourishing flower show 
beyond hidden fences

©Elly Wouterse

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Making Our Way

Did you even note;
an imposter is in our midst!
And our beloved Tube is the originator.
Faithless beast, merely nipping
at our consciousness for many years
and now the unsuspecting weather man
is the infected carrier, flipping forth
without a care--unconsciously,
the old ageworn and frazzled fellow
practiced through the decades, now
hallowed by the dapper dans as
respected common fare.  I give you
the uncelebrated, very frequent and
Unconscious Obstinate Cliche.

No, this not a sexist accusation, boys.
The fetching weather bunnies
will not face indictment by my pen.
Though often glorified as chief
among the holders of degree
in meteorology, it is the men most prone
to say, "As we make our way into...."
the weekend, or such travels
that we helpless viewers take.

But politics, not weather news,
may have the honor of origination.
Sixty years ago I first became aware
when a network commentator told us
of a president, no less,
"making his way" down the aisle
to deliver his thoughts on
the state of the union.

"And us", you say?
Well, I for one may make my way
into oblivion
with just the right amount of
claim to fame. That I (ahem)
duly noted, dedicated, scribed and launched
a new cliche upon a very
celebrated list for all of humankind.

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Tone Down the Intensity

Tone down the intensity
Is like telling the sun
Not to reach its zenith
Of blazing, scorching heat
Or telling the waterfall
Just as it is ready to gush
Down in a tumult of
Freshness to hold back
At the edge
Or telling the volcano
Seconds away from erupting
Hot molten lava
To reingest the heat
And lie dormant
Or telling the tsunami
That is rushing headlong
To the shoreline
To recede back into
Nothingness and let go
Of its momentum of power
Or the shooting star
To not leave a sparkling trail
As the friction with air
Causes it to burn in brilliance
But to remain motionless
A pale light
On a dotted black sky

Tone down the intensity
For a person who embodies it
Is like telling nature to stand still
With bated breath
When all it wants to do
Is burst into a song of celebration.

Tone down the intensity?
Not a chance…
Tone UP the capacity
To live life!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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In darkness prey, 
hunts a vampire 
Empty within 
the soul 
Sucking life's feelings, 

drained beautiful thoughts 
Savouring frozen emotions, 
falling on top 
Biting deep 
into flesh 

Draining hurt tastes 
To savour 
each drop 
Lusting eyes, 
without soul 
pleasure hurts 

Love tastes beautiful 
Sipping slowly, 
without emotion 
Until the last drop 
Smiling taste ache 

Broken heart 
Died love 
On the last drop, 
cold without life 
In you 

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Stay Away from the Fire

Stay away from the fire, or you'll get burned:
Something to avoid at all costs and yet….
and YET…
Pain is a primal cry signaling that the fight for life has begun…
It reveals the presence of feelings
Of hopes and dreams
Of stagnant love bursting into streams
A sign of LIFE….LIFE and all it means

“Stay away from the fire, or you’ll get burned,”
Mama wisely said.
Oh, Mama…
I need to feel the pain to know that my stone cold heart is…. 

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Cold Beers and Voyeuristic Cannibalism

I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry, and weary. 

Every fairy tale has a root,

stapled into the hard soil of truth.

They all have a moral,

some sort of clerical error 

born from life’s shadow. 

We watch, hoping to learn 

from the missteps of someone

else’s intrepid imagination,

some 4D revelation singing

lullabies to the young heart

of humanity.  

And they bend to the fickle 

will of greedy creativity, 

making the yoke less bitter

so that we can tongue the purge

of denial without pouting. 

I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,

that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,

watch you drink from the frosted glass

of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,

that you won’t notice the blood bubbling 

up, and over my shiver before you finally

finish this story. 

I just want you to understand.

This isn’t poison.

This is merely me bleeding out,

and hoping you’ll learn to love the 

taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,

served up with juiced will and the vegan

flesh of my inhibition.  

So that you can see through my eyes,

know where I have been,

and how it felt to be consumed.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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a leaf fallen

a leaf fallen...

a leaf fallen to the ground cannot be placed back upon the branches of the tree...

a leaf fallen is separated from the nourishment of the trunk or the roots...

a leaf fallen can never be what it once was as it dries up and lies separated from its main source of energy...

its edges curled and the moisture being drawn like water from a well...

a leaf fallen is tossed and turned and blows with no direction from the wind...

it has no control over its destination...

it lies lifeless and abandoned, crunchy, and beneath the feet of the enemy...

a leaf fallen...

gwendolen rix

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To Eden Part I

What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
   and the trees hang arbored 'oer a little stream of sea,

   the feathered folk flit and flute,

   and sip the may-season rill;

Where sun has finally come dipping like a diamond.....

   I am measured to this mighty moment found;

   and there is holly even in the most forgotten shade,

   though royal (even) ----- with garland diadems made 

It would seem the angels have foretold this:

   to not forget the most beauteous of days;

   with proud hours honeyed, 

   the long-loving minute endures in thy heart,

   and remembers the kiss of legends

   despite realms of sadness and dark,

   the withered wind which blows old upon the sad hills....

   too ancient for wise men; for in youth how pink the heart

   and varied, new struggles are many -----

   yet plain with simple solutions

Mercy hath not a mind for memory....

   swift its song, its house clean of enemies lurking,

   no bogey-man skulking the midnite hour,

   no roving-a-wraith scratching the old attic boards;

Forgiveness sleeps in the quiet wood, 

   and wakes with whispers of faith,

   with the ease of nestled lambs and recollected days;

What poor tragedy to fret with dark remembrance,

   to furl hades in the denizens of thy heart ----

   black-tongued as the devil in his den!

What fool would prefer a scowl to a smile?

   enemies come and go.....

   friends come and remain,

   when the house is quiet with memories....

   of youth and adventure in the old daydream glass;

   more precious the ancient hours 

   and parched the pages of first chapters,

   first beginnings, first faces in the ripples of time's pond;

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Loose Change

I dig into the open wounds of self preservation,

and hear

                   ...from way over there,

my love jingling in your pocket

as if it were the loose change 

in your wet dreams. 

You were always numb to the mirror,

taking comfort in the blind eyed 

discontent you've reigned in 

with hard strokes of denial,

making your makeup seem

a little more made up in the dim lighting

of reflection. 

Don't you think? 

It was never about making love,

it was about forgetting.

My hips were a glowing red exit sign,

on the route of 

                           ....screwing life away.

Each moan, a promise that 

even though you were dead inside,

you could still make a piece of the 

world shake. 

Maybe even make something break. 

And that made everything seem

a bit more tolerable...

until I started thanking you 

for the damage inflicted.

The pain I felt, assurance 

that I was alive.

I'm not sure why that 

took the fun out of it 

for you..

I still screamed bloody murder

when you sunk your teeth into

newly adjusted nerve endings..

The pain, more real than ever before.

I guess you never meant to 

take a ride with someone just as 

damaged as you. 

You were hoping to be the only 

ghost in this city, still bound

to a carnal playhouse. 

But baby..

                I was a corpse long before I had any change to spare.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Cycling through time;
this wrack of flesh fleets on.
Spinning indifferently on a compressed 
ball of mud.
Pulsing and thumping against 
the deafening destiny of becoming
a part of what it was spat unto.
Sipping the blood of my father,
seeking understanding.
The wine of revelation is an 
acquired taste and so I tend 
to use it for marinating my 
battered will. 
I pray alongside songs of my peers,
and hope I can stand the flames
I am sure to meet;
This world is full of fire,
and I am it’s smoke
accumulating under blankets
held by my ancestors.
I am their story.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved

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The Dark Artist

A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story

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When I find that life's not fair, 
When Isee that fortune, love, and friendship look away from me, 
I stare at the cards that life places in my hands, and,
I move them around a bit and try to find
their highest value for moving on this rough-rough road. 
That's all. 

Just keeping on, 
moving on, moving those cards until 
I see my best hand taking shape from within itself
, perhaps my own potential - possibilites.  

It may be a metaphor for "hope" , 

that inner voice that tells me 
"just one more step man - 
just one more breath- 
just once more over that next hill - 
just one more day - 
just one more mile -
just -Keep On!

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Yes, I am Poet

Yes, I am a poet
A metaphor to the universe
A moment of spirit
Out of flesh, the first converse
Of reality ... the prophet
Writing history
Struggling in the net
Of a butterflies vanity.
Look out
I make webs too
Using pen for pipe and mouth
So ancient ... I struggle to be new.

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If you never return

Dedicated to a friend who needed this from fresh eyes…


I won’t miss you much.

My 5 fingertips of serenity
Will help me climb to undiscovered atmospheres

Above the cumulonimbus

Your irrelevancy will fester within your bubbling swamp.

I will conquer with copious smiles
Laced in satin bows gifted by the menagerie

My ascension on blissful asphalt
Will rain awakenings on condescension’s superhighway
To 8th circle

No lettered signs
To direct my paths

I wax stringent lyrical apropos
Upon their chiseled onyx dialects

Degraded translations scribbled within
Drops of filtered turpentine

I walk on resilient inkblots to write my rights.

Across sapphire skies
Saying goodbye to crimson lies
I watch faceless hemophiliacs bleed each other dry

Silhouetted scabs, never an obstacle
Specks of dust, decelerated particles

I dare you to crumble my pages
When you have no prologue of your own

I wish for you to become a hailstorm upon my scars,
Because they need a good laugh

I insist you let it rain
Let it reign

For I’ve seen the fire
Seen the rain
Seen sunny days
Thought they’d never end

Seen lonely times when I could not find a friend

But, I found MYSELF!

Rainbow affirmations that I 
Will see you again
From distant mountaintop
Struggling on corroded foot

You may be the eye of a hurricane
But, I am your glaucoma

Unless you open wide

©Drake J. Eszes

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Mr Slam

I wish I wrote that poem first
The one you described how a voiceless woman spoke in body language

Walking in verses and styles of her footsteps 
Crossing trees growing love offerings in heels passing high hills

The poem you wrote about her politics and votes 
With no ballot papers on poles selling her goals
Real goals

I wish my fingers cooked syllables before you burned my syllabus
With images of the sun dancing to bass guitars so her dreams can peek on tomorrow's rest in peace chorals
I wish your famous Stars never described 
The specs of her smiles like falling stars 
Catching your wish-list attention 

You beatt my thoughts before 
I speak how she designed her beauty 
through bedroom eyes

Eyes that saw stars falling from poetry's gallery 
You were too quick for my thinking Mr. Slam

Horizons defining how the sky cried in thunders after scandals 
How the sky donated time and space for your fast paced baby slams 
Her wounds never offered resistance though painted before eyes and ears 
Round tongues described the flat tones planning to hijack deep kisses of her lips 

How I wish I wrote that poem

Those pictures of her voice you recycled in metaphors 
Hiking her 
away from cemetery names that smells to live sadly ever after tales

Sorry Mr.

Let me be your mic
Let me listen to your creativity as you design your desires
I mean it Slam
Let me be your microphone

I promise to echo your words in tuberculosis infecting any living soul till my diamond skeleton dies

Sickening all wannabes 
Infecting all sick ideas you nursed before my brains/
Privately lusting over her virginity for stage

That idea was mine Slam

It hurts to watch you bleed cravings
It hurts to watch me watch you over the mirror battling to shape your poetry facial expressions 

We are stark together please let me be your microphone

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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

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- The Madness Of The World -

  Edens of Garden's beauty 
  Heaven clear and blue 
  The finest dream of all 
  What you will achieve 
  Abolish bleeding wound 
  A drop of blood - makes more than a tear 
  Accept my advice 
  See the butterfly fly and angels dance 
  The eagle soars silently in the blue 
  Wings that turns slowly ... slowly at first then faster 
  Taking its prey - brutal and bloody 
  Abolish the scream 
  comforting the child 
  A particularly light in the garden 
  thrown in waves 
  of the sun`s applause 
  The inner joy does warms the heart 
  blows away the madness of the storm's power 
  I am looking for soft stuff 
  that I can take into my heart 
  Heavenly tones 
  promises eternal peace 
  Sensitive thoughts comes and goes ... 
  It's the truth I'm looking for

A-L Andresen :)

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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

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My Hiding Place

I hide here and there,
In a place that snares,
Sometimes full of my blares,
Full of ensnared traps...

I hide here and there,
In a place with many affairs,
Where my enemies are bare,
Where I can make them flee and hare...

I hide here and there,
In a place that only friendship knows,
A place located in the air,
A place below on earth,
Where no plow can cut its soil...

I hide here and there,
In a place with vast plains,
A place with deep and misty forests,
A place with an unreachable sky,
A place where flowers might bloom...

I hide here and there,
In a place where I can hide in my cloak,
A place where I breathe silently,
A place where I contemplate nature,
Where humidity longly persists,
In a place where I scream and no one listens...

I hide and there,
In a place where unwanted can get afflicted,
A place of bright darkness,
A place of dark lights,
Where nothing owns me...

I hide here and there,
In a place where my biggest wishes are spared,
A place where blood won't be splashed,
A place where tears might be shed,
A place where time and space are fair,
A place with some mare surfaces,
Where fear might be gone...

In a place where all sins might be forgiven,
A place where my instinct is tamed,
A place where my mind is thoughtful but reserved,
A place where my heart is controlled,
The place where my deepest secrets are held,
The place where I am the seer,
The place where my soul will forever reign,
The place I can call a hiding place...

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World War - Benita Margaronis

RED  DOOR (collaboration)

by~ Benita Margaronis

War Of The World Death, pain, blood, 
Shell-shocked men, suffering and darkness. 
It's all they ever saw.  
Soldiers thinking about their lives.  
Rotting flesh and the whimper of dying men with their bodies half blown off.  
Other soldiers shooting them in the head to end their pain.   
The shattering sound of an explosive destroying life and more ground.  
Blood and body parts spray through the air and spread throughout the ground. 
Total emptiness and nothingness.  
Mounds and mounds of biting bodies and horses.  
Scattered planes, tanks, trucks and others.  
Burning guns and oil.  
Because the world went to war so much was lost for so little gain.  
The war of the world shall never be forgotten. 

by~ Poet Destroyer

War of the world Sacrifice.
Doors tainted red, tragedies never forgotten.
Mediterranean swept the soul of combatants without a word to say.
A war so defiant both sides lost more than humanity to each other. 
Prisoners, white flag surrendering, shot in the head with no remorse.
Brave soldiers wiping off the blood of their face like a tear.
Men in fetal positions crying hard like the day they were born for*mom-MA.
Soldiers pocket full of notes and dog-tags for a loved one.
Achievements that followed death without a mother's hand to hold.
Chaotic news and telegrams traveled without a moment to spare.
A flag brought to the door painted black.
Mothers falling to the floor broken hearted.
Because no one can mend the courage one gave to us today. 
The war of the world shall never be forgotten.

A collaboration with * Benita Margaronis

My collaboration contest

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and covered me all over

I opened the can
to throw the garbage in 
and the stuff in it jumped out at me 
and wrestled me to the ground
and covered me all over 

to breath
to be heard
to be seen 
to love
no more

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A Dream

At a moment in my life long, long ago —
I had a dream of an ethereal existence,
Transcending the very mortal bounds of existence.

What a sublime notion worthy of thought;
To be an “Entity” beyond our mortal existence.

My thoughts are there, each and every day;
Moving outside of “Everydayness.” 

What a moment to behold while looking
In the vortex of life:  past, present, future.

Who will be my Sage? my Guide?
Questions pervade my Soul, my Being.

When I awaken will I remember or
Continue living as a one-dimensional person?

My dream world should be my reality.
My real world should be not—or is this so?

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)

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Her visit is bright!
It brings life and warmth. Butterflies, surfers, children, hikers,
and bungee jumpers celebrate her coming. Fireworks, fireflies, and balloons
of different colors in the air, are visible to see. We hope that she is here to stay, but Autumn is sure to show her the door again.

Date: 05/01/2015

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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

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the Rose

                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 

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The Hue of Blue

The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of 
what we once shared that summer so long ago.

As the crisp air and rain touches my face 
all those memories tend to cascade.  .  . 
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.

© August 24, 2013 

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I Breath

I Breath

Attention Deficit Disorder Interrupted Dream Stream Incoherent Quilted Cubist Psych Ward Babble Someone Put Something In My Coke

The dark recesses curl like kittens 
fuzzy warm and sleeping, with no pajamas on their fur.
Open is the invitation crack the window let in air for fragrance
outside breathing calm inhaling triumphant singing.
Move to Nashville, stage the Opera; throw a dollar on the stage.
Often open, seldom ready 
marks a path along a hollow into winters raging.

Be not turned inside upside downward, 
rather relieve the suffering while to vertical you are bound.
Stride an elephant deftly tromping on the streets of east Mumbai 
costume flapping, lightning snapping.
Be thou humble with the story, 
mankind made a fool's mistake,
Certain notion, restful potion, cream like velvet on the snow.

Brashly beaming, streaming bubbles 
sprout from cavern oft crestfallen 
	in the drift.
I breathe.  Take to work the office routing even if the time descends
Into nothing blanked out blackboard,
grieving with no purpose,
even skunks and bugs are linked. 

Finnigan sold his coupon lumber stoking smokestacks to the sky.
Seldom eating we go fastly, forking noodles, traveling to a nether 
tincup alley.
There are regions chalked to blackboard numbers  
where my inner cushion rebels against the prick.  Take a number, 
sit in silence, wait for service, won't be long.
Well I rumble, so I ramble, thinking slowly, drumming down the street we go.

Ever after, mud on mittens, coat will wrap the shoulders warm.
Across the steppe Mongols thunder, dark eyes gleaming, seeking blood.  
We seek shelter, crowding under eves extended, stretched 'neath dry shingles
made of magic, moldy hanging.  
Dread diseases taint the morning; 
evenings are a sleepless battle.  Dreaming haunts us, waking taunts us 'till in slow relenting fashion 
we slip and fall as ice we tread.  Cactus flowers bloom so brightly;
ever slightly we append 
tags to tattered clothing fresh from ironing.  Wasteful 
is the revelation sent along a wire of copper 
strung out bleakly 'cross the desert sands.
Take a tumble on the dunes, roll along the wavy crest.  
Once a person told a story that I thought would penetrate 
into iron and into steel.  Broken windows lie 
there shattered 
like the wishes of a sailor 
reeling on the deck of ship that's sailing 
far to Australia's coral shore.  
Chicken drumsticks roll like thunder beating on a tensioned skin.
Be not weary in the making, build a solemn reaching tower 
to Venusian boiling turmoil, breathing poison, breathing evil;
Gaining power, I exhale.

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The spark ignited and threatened the paper
The corners curled and burned black
 ablaze in reds 
It left behind the black ashes 
Of regret
It closed into the center
The trail of uncontrollable
The smoke obscured reality
And left the surroundings in a lightless poisonous cloud
Choking on the only air there was left
Until it was devoured all alone

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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

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Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my belt, like:

        pasty glut

        cosmetic spring roll rut

        five o’clock shadow cigarette butt.

I mean, I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

I try to talk about the good ol’ U.S. of A.,

and I’ve never mentioned Uncle Sam once,

except to suspect he lives inside Colonel Sanders

who also gives me a big pain in the ass

with his mysterious suppository herbs & spices;

cos I’m trying to fit in, see?

I’m trying to integrate.

Okay, I can get nervous about women,

and cover it up under muscle and toughness, O.K.!

Say: “All sheilas are made fer ****in’!”

while dreaming:

         leather cock thrust

         beer lubrication

         violet steak lips!

Say: “All poets are poofs!” and

beat my balls around fields of green

with wooden sticks so stiff and clean, screaming

          semen icing power

          spread on scones of breasts!   

Bloody hell! Can’t ya see?

I’m trying to integrate,

trying to fit in.

Like wearing high-heeled snow-shoes

and roller-skater shirts;

doing al the expected things, even tho’

my Balinese sarong trips me up occasionally.

I’ve got a sun-tanned asshole,

and I’m keeping me nose to the ground,

no bloody fear! I’m integrating, ya see?

Trying to sit in.

I’m a tough-fisted slow-sauntering grog-pissing

knife balling tit watching boong hating self-deceiving

regular visionless mate of no matter:

              Swallowed by deserts

                       and the fear of ******s;

              Tortured by sun

                       and the freeze of lost passion;

              Murdered in business;

                        resurrected in wages!

              Enslaved in the cities and

                         imprisoned by FACTS

that stretch from my body

in steel rails of tracks I ride on,

              I hide on:

                          I’ve lost where I’ve been.

But I’m integrating

                          (yeah, INTEGRATING!)

I’m just fitting in.

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You take me higher

I love a boy with soft eyes and a lost soul
The one that makes me feel
Like I'm never alone. 
At home when I'm in your arms
After the storm you're my calm. 
You put me back in the clouds
That's where I am with you around..
It's the place where I rest my head on your chest
Falling asleep to your voice is the sweetest gift. 
Like waking up to a new day 
Your startled heart, beating in my ear 
As your alarm makes us both jump.. 
We smile and I cuddle back up to you
Five more minutes is worth more than it's time value.. 
You look like how the sweetest cologne smells
Filling me up til my lungs expel, a smile onto my face.. 
With you is my favorite place. 
We can build a castle in the sky, wasting time..
Swimming in eachothers eyes. 
I will be your cup of tea, you'll be my variety.. 
We can have everything. 
And when the sands of time bring death about
We will die but I have no doubts
That in the end we will still fly 
And live in our castle up in the sky..  ~

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Three Inch Cliches

The Soul is the Beautiful Light of Love
Shining like the sun through the 
As the reader, I’m going to have to cut you off there.
Here’s a metaphor for you…
Reading is ****ing.
And your words hit our auditory canals
Like a hotdog down a hallway.
As an experienced reader, I’m after 
The virgin vernacular 
The aphrodisiac aphorism
You know- the big… black words
You feel me?
Because a line is a flashlight, exposing the world’s nudity-
And we’ll never get anywhere shining it in the same spot.
So kiss me with classy couplets
Smack my assonance!
Bring me to the climax-
And we’ll share a smoke together,
Warm beside the fire of your Three Inch Clichés.

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Broken Wings

A newborn butterfly just broke out of her cocoon shell.
She spread her orange and black wings
and attempted her first flight.
She not only flew, she soared through the heavens.
The sunlight gave her warmth that she had never known before.

Little did she know, that this feeling would not last.
This monarch would cross paths with an uncaring, ravenous bird.
It grasped the butterfly in it's claws,
and with the bird's hungry beak, it tore the precious wings from the monarch.
A bird doesn't care who it hurts,
as long as it satisfies them.

The butterfly was delirious, from the pain and the shock.
Her beautiful wings were taken away.
She could no longer fly amongst the warm sunlight.
She now only knows the despair and the darkness that she used to be.
Now that monarch has become a caterpillar.
And, death has become her cocoon.

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Tangible Dreams

In the midst of darkness descending 
above me, 
Stillness seems to overtake sound, 
Allowing moments for deep thought 
in this mirror of solitude.

I tend to reminisce on those dreams I 
grab from the photogenic events of 
the past.

Once touched, I’m taken back by the 
moments that can’t be replaced. 

So during this moment of tranquility; 
I pray no external force interrupts 
The calm waters in my mind. 

Lucky for me, it’s a reoccurring dream; 
And as vivid as these fantasies are, 
None compare to the peaceful illusions 
of family gatherings. 

It was only yesterday, when I illustrated thoughts 
of a child, 
Always curious of that deep ocean floor, 
Where familiar kin paint their residence ; 
I was an eyewitness to many overlooked 
areas within my family’s ocean. 

Yet with many pieces missing as a result of 
loved ones ascending to a higher cause, 
This puzzle remains incomplete until that 
last tomorrow.

However in these possible moments 
of delusion; 
I’m a child again touching the fabric 
of my influential past.

As I continue this unforgettable daydream,
I ask again for no interruption; 
For with every reminiscent moment, 
I know of myself better and what I 
could be in a tangible future. 

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Are we not all
The night sky for our atoms,
A brilliant display for our elements,
A grace for our composure?
All are vivid; All are rich,
But as with any star,
Dimmer with distance.

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Love is the Weapon

Fuse ignited by the half-lit cigarette
perched precariously on the corner of your mouth,
I'm a suicide bomber,
and you are all I have left to believe in.
Side by side, 
Our lungs screaming,
we torch the world around us,
destroying perfection to create beauty.
We rise again from the smoldering wreckage,
cleansed with the split blood of our broken hearts.
The embers drift in the sky like fireflies 
as we wipe the ash from our eyes.
Hands clasped,
we venture forth into this brave new world,
rebuilding reality brick by brick
and from each other,
learning to love again.

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I’m an All-Star at bottling emotions,
I run around my court dribbling emotions
onto paper. Ball hogging my sensitivities,
no one has ever been able to catch me..
I’m too damn quick.
I’ve sent every nerve that has threatened 
to expose itself deep into a dark hole.
Hammered a cross at it’s base labeled 
"Eyes only."
The most technical term I could muster.
Most people steer clear of technicalities. 
I’m suddenly thinking about Boyle’s law.
I feel like a hooked fish,
being reeled up from deep waters
and I can picture the rushing current 
of self doubt passing over me
while you bring me ashore.
I can see your reaction
to my insides protruding
out of my mouth like that
Bass I caught in Conroe.
I just hope you can stand the image.
I’ve never felt a pull so strong.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Missing you

it seemed a perfect match
the texture of today's schedule 
the appointment's venue
and the weather

the place to be
so near to my sea

but fortune decided
not to favor me

all I wished for
a few steps
my own footprints
and yours
in the sand
on the border of my land
and its sea

when will I hear
your symphony of whispers
when will I sense
your caring waves
when will I feel
your caressing touch

no stay
at the beach
and being so near 
to the sea
I miss so much

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Irony of beauty

This golden-winged eagle 'dances' to my hysteria
Her looks, as magnificent as a diamond
But her 'steps' are as craggy as trunk of a tree.

Though her beauty seems priceless;
the kind that can plunk you in a trance
But she is not as worthy as her looks.
She’s a grand portrait of Irony of beauty!

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Mirror of the Soul

Gazing into a clear lake pool . . . 
I saw a reflection of my life before me.

The gaze and what I saw depicted . . . 
A progression of past life experiences.

I savored the funny and kind moments . . .
Looked despairingly on the difficult moments.

This gaze into the mirror of my soul . . .
Astounds and confounds me still today.

And the knowledge that we are all . . .
Much more than the sum of our parts,
Means so much more to me today.

What I’ve learned are six things . . .
Ignorance begets Stupidity,
Knowledge begets Wisdom,
Inspiration begets Creativity,
Light begets Illumination,
Passion begets Vivacity,
Love begets Happiness (but not all the time). 

To know yourself . . .
You must see and sense yourself
In the mirror of your own soul.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)

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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

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Having settled into a firmament
of tarnished soil, 
your sprouted roots 
bring forth sullied growth.

What was blessed 
by the sun at birth, 
now hides
in deep shadows 
of the moon,
living half a life in darkness
creating the fear that 
comes from a wolf's howl.

C.A.K. 11-3-2012


We are born innocent,
but soon learn to distrust.
Racial prejudice, bigotry,antisemitism  
emboldens and excites ignorance
and soon hate becomes the bigot's
religion of choice. 

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Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

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Never Enough

I always love more,
and it kills me in the end.
I always give more than I receive
even though I cherish each smile like it alone
was responsible for moving the world,
it was never enough 
and I was never enough,
but we both knew the teams weren't quite even
and each was playing by a different set of rules.
So I gave you all I had and
took out a loan to give you more-
leaving my heart hungry so I could make sure
there was always enough to fill yours-
and you gave me what you had 
and I cherished each glance like it kept the oceans churning.
I pawned my soul and shed my skin-
leaving my bones cold and aching-
so yours would never feel hollow.
And I gave you everything I had
and loved you with all my strength
until my heart gave out-
and yet I still managed a few more beats
for good measure-
And you gave me what you could but
it wasn't enough
and still I cherished each ounce of your love
like it was the last breath ghosting across my lips
in one final offering to you-
"I love you."

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A smile becomes too hard too hold
When waterlogged and under pressure
So my face crumples in
And folds up into new patterns
I've never never let you see before
Transparent as rice paper, delicate;
Not so graceful as a paper crane
Near as fleeting as a paper boat
Vanishing downstream

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a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond

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He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.


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I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

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Edge of the Forest

I gaze at the edge of the forest
and wonder of life therein.
My native knowledge tells me 
there is much to marvel at.

Whether it is morning, afternoon or evening
Mother Nature’s intervening schedule is
continuous, seamless, and wonderful.

The forest displays a sense of beauty 
and at any given moment—
a wild desire to be understood and appreciated.

I know that when my days are numbered and short,
I will conjure up in the depth of my consciousness
a past image as a child
standing at the edge of the forest—
eternal in my studied gaze and enchantment of all
wonderful and beyond description in
God’s World.   

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)

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Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

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The Real McCoy

He walked outside the mirror of 
And greeted with the purest of 
Confused by this clairvoyant twin, my 
fearful color was intact; 
I awaited his response, and he spoke in familiar 
tongue these following passions. 

He spoke of that Sagittarius moon he 
when the 22nd day presents itself. 
In earlier episodes of himself,
he continuously advanced through blind
with no afterthought of the internal flame, 
potentially burning in his honor. 
He revealed sketches of himself, that await 

The silent preacher remains his 
yet with every curious ear, 
his history is awarded audible. 
He became an unwritten author a 
lifetime ago, 
a sigh of relief was expressed, 
as he became every metaphor, 
thereby regaining those thoughts 
of yesterday. 

He still dreams of that fatherly 
A favorite thought of tomorrow, 
to borrow a voice, from this male 
now absent from land. 

The thought of plural skies visits him 
he’s never forgotten the idea of unity, 
although on occasion, 
it’s faded portrait appears fictional. 
He awaits his inspiration in 

Those white walls that surround him in 
military stance, 
are assumed to be his only company. 
However, he’s confident in his legacy, found in 
similar souls. 

After exposing this identity of truth, he felt 
I too, became a turning stone. 
Before retreating, I asked for the word, that 
complimented his image, 
He simply thought Jiril. 

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Her Name Was Rain

Rain, if you were warm I would dance in you, 
I would be like the breeze and whip around you 
Rain, since you are cold I'll stay away from you 
Its such a bummer cause I want to play with you. 

Thoughts of running through the rain with you 
Makes my heart go insane for you 
I'll hold your hand and slow dance with you 
Alone in the grassy meadow just me and you 

What would I give to beat along with you 
Dripping on the tin shed of the roof with you 
Making sweet music on the wind chimes with you 
Wet and soft on a blanket in the fields with you 

Rain, I'd spend the entire night with you 
Enjoying the touch and feel of you 
No looking back when I'm with you 
Rain oh how I would love to dance in you 

Rain how intense is that storm the comes with you 
The thunder and lightening that stays with you 
Its okay because I still want to change with you 
Rain oh how I want to become one with you.


 Ayesha Karim 

Date: 5/25/2014 11:41:00 PM 

  This poem is not so good. It is like a dramatic monologue. Be more poetic this is supposed to be a poem. Yikes!

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Winter Star

Winter star,

   so frozen where you are;

   in some glazed galaxy,

   how far is your lofty eminence?

Shine you will,

   in your celestial world,

   perhaps your rays more ancient

   than Earth's first darkling crib;

Where once none had been.....

No earthly eye to behold thy majesty;

   shearing darkness 'til what final wall?

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Who am I

Who am I?
Time will not answer,
Nor, other.
Perhaps my existence,
Does not exist.
Who am I?
The reverse side of the world.
Manufacturing production of God
Or a cosmic joke?
What will become of me
When crossing the bridge?
Doubts are like wires,
That twist in the soul.
There is no end, no beginning.
Yes, there is a tangle,
Which we call life.

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Withering auras of Zin surround
The tears of a crying heart
Trickling down through ancient vines
Spilled into pools of sacred red wine

Where pain freely flows
Until the brooding heart glows
Embraced in time, sharp edges refined
Drifting to sheer delight
Zin pours from sepulchers divine 
Sanctioned in muted candle’s light 
Promises the spirit to ignite 
Reflected in his sparkling eyes

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A Meditative state

I let the spirits, take me.
 To where I can't be reached
A simple place set in my mind
  Where I can find retreat.
A temporary manifestation,
  A sanctuary, through time,
To alleviate & elevate
  Conscious thoughts of the mind.

I meditate for comfort, bounty full
  Pleasures, beyond this matrix life.
Where illusion, is the delusion &
  Deception, is in it's perfection
That keeps, the masses in darkness
  From seeing, it's true light.

I meditate for knowledge, not from
  Advanced technology, or fast resources
& judgments given to me.
  But to know Gods given, natural intelligence
That can't be found, through mankind needs.

I meditate with prayers & worship,
  To the creator, in it's eternal light.
 False prophecy is a deteriant
  For the salvation, we seek.
Where propaganda, regulations & rules
  Are Governed by the, Elite 
Which, Cannot tamper, disrupt or confuse
  My beliefs.

I meditate for love & compassion,
  In this hard plateau,  to reach
Most of all what I meditate, for all
  Is protection, safety & peace!!


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Foggy Night


The white orb, saturated with 
tidal flows, peers through the 

A ghost ship slips up the fog 
laden channel. 

Night gulls. sing with strident cries 

fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, 
day is gone, the night creeps on.

Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. 
Water glistens, gold and wet.

Edges blurred night is soft and 
tender, damp seeps into cloth, 
hair, bone.
Tents of light spread over the 
foggy landing.

Hunters of the sea know not day 
nor night, fishers all, 
white feathers stark against the 
darkest shadows.

Palm trees, silhouetted in 
ochre gauze, black brushes hard 
with paint. 

Pilings sway, their waists cinched 
with rope. 

Matronly sentinels, the craft finds 
the woody bosom. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets

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Growing Up

Run outside,
Jump in the leaves
That fall beneath the maple tree.
The rabbit hole been covered long,
So it is safe to sleep upon.
I sleep all day in the breeze,
Then finally wake from a dream.
In my dream, the monsters came,
As angels cried and Sirens sang.
We marched around for hours long,
Causing mayhem in the wrong.
We picked up cats by their tails,
Messed up rooms and let out wails.
We crashed cars, boats, and trains.
Knocked down buildings without blame,
Until I heard a voice that rang,
Dinnertime had come again.
Where I would sit quietly,
And even eat my food nicely.
I’d do my homework,
Brush my teeth,
Then go to bed and fall asleep.

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Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray

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Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.


By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.


In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.


In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.

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A Winter's Tear

A Winters Tear

Latent waves of shimmering vibrations disturb the world,
tossing leaves and forcing grass and trees to weep a lament.
My winters breath is snatched away decimated and lost.
The hidden sun glides the horizon silhouetting the mountains,
grey bubbling clouds smother the raised land with their weight.
Man and beast march head bowed in slow laboured steps,
As if to pass unnoticed like pall-bearers, to the seasons gone.
Passing familiar places they ignore my shuffling gait.
I walk this path of memories each and every day,
sometimes sitting beneath the lonely bridge of dreams.
A winter’s tear blurs my vision, as memories stir my soul,
Visions like scattered diamonds spread out to relive. 
Only to trudge on to journeys end and there to rest for awhile,
Where the warmth of my family will shelter and heat my bones.

Seosamh de Burca 21/11/13

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Shooting Star

I sit behind my window frame,
Looking at the deep, blue sea.
It’s dark, and I can’t quite see,
But a fish is falling weak.
Its scales are dimmer than the rest.
Its size is tiny, not the best.
It’s finally worn out to death
And falls from the farthest depth.
One less fishy in the sea
Means one more wish for me.

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Unwittingly, through our unsatisfying desire for more,
mankind has given birth to the Colossus.

Able to manifest, and combine the forces of nature,
striking unpredictably, anywhere, anytime across the globe,	
not heeding boarders, nor mans defences.

As of now, the Colossus's ability for destructiveness is limited.
Yet still foolishly, blindly, nourishment for the beast is forthcoming,
poisons, pollutants, arrogantly pumped into the atmosphere.

So far as an infant, Colossus has only thrown tantrums.
But to continue, down this road we travel,
fearful we should be, of the day, the tethers break, 
and all the matured rage, of the Colossus is unleashed.

© Alexis C Pond.

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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

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Solidness of another kind

Imaginary equivocates 
Inquiring all along the states 
In a silenced unreal fullness of Time 
Necessity and Space, for a while 
Forever unconsciuous of her mind 
Inexistent demonstration of  her exile 
Our world, our dimension, our style 
Decided all in one only night 
Before the announced wreckship of mankind 
Unnatural and delight 
of our notes, dreams and lines  
 that were simple vovels of an infant cry 
Above the sheet of shyness 
And over the street of soleness 
The tremble of a while 
An electrified dumb image of dismay 
As it looks from behind 
It’s a simple algorithm 
But with no way to retourn back again 
For the eternal stage of fearless Fate 

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A Wishful Horse

If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give  me a name to bear forever?

Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?

Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?

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Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-

Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…

Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky inferno 

Eyes of Hades suck cherished life 
from all vibrant beings.

Shallow surf lazy with time,
Cruelly tricked - turned to tides of torment.	

Deceptive frailness fractures
serene, primordial peace.

Where is the dignity?
Noble causes massacred-
Equanimity executed under the breast
upon which we all feed-

Ceaseless greed-
Ultimately the beast we feed.
Looming vulnerability of us-
The annihilation breed

 {placid undertones}

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Heavenly Nevermore

The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere 

with the moon 
and its stars

To give it a whole world
because the sun

doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign 
of the entire universe.

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Chocolate Swirl

Chocolate, nothing tastes better than rich 
creamy chocolate
such a delight.
Brown chocolate skin woman how sweet 
you must be, such a savory treat brown 
chocolate skin woman.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Brown Philosoper aka The 
Green Poet

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All created 
The same way:
Either big or small,
Short-   or long-lived,
Far-   or   little-traveled,
Full of thunder and  lightning
Or giving  quiet shade in the hot day,
Flaming  in borrowed colors  at  sundown. 

Final tears  - then evaporation: 
All reborn the same way.

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rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)

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Making This World Spin Backward

Perforated dreams rotating on a spindle
Torn by the hands of poetic vets
In hyperdrive they'll purify their hind
I'll never forget the stench on fecal thinkers
Recluse radicals, fornicator of lame scripture
Ascending to derelict saviors
Professor mold slave with bald wings
Your hunger-pain is diminishing
From eating your chicks
Poetry must change
We have to rush trenches of enemy fire
To transpire into the force making this world spin backwards

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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."

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Goddess of Mars

Goddess of Mars and of
all things desolate

I chart desperate needs
I measure hatred

Alone in a red filled 
valley of despair

Hot winds lift and
spiral my hair

I am not there
I am the barest whisper

My talons scrape the blue
confines of heaven

while my death - filled constellations
spin fatally in frozen orbits

I am not there- nor is infiniy

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Yellow Noise

So much noise, 
Yellow noise, 
And everyone tries to 
Be louder than everyone else 
Because we're too afraid to 
Stand in the shadow of silence 
Since each one of us is dead set 
On being bright enough 
To rally some part of the universe
To revolve around us
Or even to simply
Waver in response, 
To acknowledge us!- 
In the end we'll all smash 
Each other to bits, 
But only the astronomers 
Will ever mourn the loss 
Of the stars; invisible, 
Forgotten, and rendered silent 
And even the astronomers dwindle
Deafened and blinded by so much 
Yellow noise

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On meeting most beautiful

On meeting most beautiful 
adoring maiden kisses in thoughts
Deeply inhaling one warm 
breath a sip off the finest old grog
auld mountain dew breathing pure
Golden leaves sweetly float dancing twirl
Shining inside vision sweet
walking hand in hand on golden sands
waves unfold a carpet blue 
to white ebbing thoughts pure crashing love
Against the deepest walls warm
soft light silent echoes whisper true 
sweetly melting emotions 
Brewing kisses clouds peach fading out
to shades of grey tuning kiss
Silver treasuring thoughts I love you
peachy beautiful dream gem
dancing petal flowers one red rose
I have visions of you dancing in my
dreams as I sleep most wonderfully
on soft clouds in the azure sky
At times I gaze skyward on days
bright and beautiful seeing your
face in the sky and feeling always
your most wonderful presence
like texture and scent of most 
sensual red rose petals gently
landing on the sweet dew ground
On meeting you most beautiful
maiden my thoughts always turn
most instantly to love and happiness
with my emotions and my soul on
fire in storms of unbridled passion and
pleasure I can only say I love you
forever and forever 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Free Verse Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 13, 2014)

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In The Beginning

Taunting Winter's became the seasons in life, for most of us
Various their storms have proudly brewed; running 
As fast as we can within tiny circles, we have thus so ran
Innocent precious babies; oftentimes, these little eyes
Flowing with salty tears; if in fact but a metaphor could bleed ?
It's myriad of somber moments; about as around our heart's 
Spiraling these rains; drenched aneath such pain; they say 
That two wrongs never make a right; fires which beget flames
Burning swords still melting amid, timeless hands...
Battle cries, calling unto shadows bent; falling upon stained knees.

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Wishing Beyond a Dry Well

He tried to drink from a dry well
His mouth was filled with dust
He searched for her
Longed for her
Why had she gone away
Leaving him with but a memory of her sweetness
Oh how she had nourished him
Washed over him
Sustained him

He thought she was an endless source
His sustenance
Her magical waters beyond sweet 

He came to her with his wishes
He spoke them to no others
He dreamed at her edges
Peered into the depths of her
Saw the moons reflection on her surface 
He heard the echo of their tomorrows

Did he demand too much?
Drink too deeply?
Wish with too much intensity?

As he stands there
He starts to cry
Tears falling into her
Flowing like a stream
Intermingling with dust
She is filled once again
There are no words to explain
Her spring releases into his
Her well overflows
A lake appears
Her sweetness mixed with his tears
He thought she had gone away 
Now He can finally see
Joined as one truly free

She was never meant to be contained
Within well walls her heart constrained 
So now they both frolic under open air
The moon and sun horizons to share.

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I am ME

The only one of my kind
The undisputed champion
I'm the one you need find
If you're not gazing  for presumption

I'm the megaphone of my world
The gateway  to success
The daredevil of love
The pioneer of  my Highness

The panoramic view of paradise
Exalted the beauty of black
A paradigm of high class
Dominate like a spark

I am the synecdoche of mighty
The metaphor of wonder
The personification of Christianity
And simile of thunder

I am Kenechukwu Nwadiogbu A.K.A Kbillion

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Rapunzel rolling down your barriers
dazzling jewels opening sparkling chambers
one begins climbing each curling warm feeling 
touching each emotion sweetly
one step a little closer in kissing
each and every memory entering
sharing these thoughts
cherishing every last minute 
each minute special
each second heavenly
Rapunzel heart of a rose 
your lips sweet blushing 
silk satin petals soft lips
blushing as you my love entranced 
entering your one tower 
letting your hair down smiling 
the path we walk heading forward 
none of us really have a clue 
but each strand holding 
unto a perfect dream 
Rapunzel princess of my dreams
thoughts and love intertwined
walking hand in hand now
both blessed with passion
both blessed with emotion
both blessed with true love
walking together unafraid
talking caressing holding kissing
arms locked embracing passion
a perfect dream forever 
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Free Verse Collaboration,
October 13, 2014 

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Catching Fire

Catching Fire
Some of us are watching the skies for works of fire
While some of us are quietly catching it.

Which are you?

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I was always that kid who was in everybody else's way.
A waste of space, just another mouth to feed.
The one who was told I could never do anything right.
And, I was blamed for everything that was wrong.
The one who was told I would never amount to anything in life.
That I was good for nothing.
I was trapped.

Imprisoned in my own world like a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming endlessly in circles, and no where to go.
Knowing that there was more out there than this.
But, no access to it.
I was trapped.

Caught in a glass jar like a summer firefly.
With no hope of release.
Forced to let my green glow fade out, like all of my dreams.
All the while, screaming as loud as I could, yet hearing nothing.
I was trapped.

Then, one day, years later, I found my release.
I had never known such freedom.
I was now able to escape, and go wherever my pen could take me.
But, more recently I found myself trapped once again, within this freedom.
Which, I am desperately trying to break free of now.

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To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness

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Is This Me

I look at myself in the puddle
That laid just below my feet
Yet when I look at the watery mirror
I see a different reflection of myself.

The person in the reflection
Is a different person of confidence
Someone that is brave and bold
With a bright smile on her face.

She has her head held high
Ready to take on the world
Looking toward a bright future
As she leaves tomorrow behind.

When I look down at her,
Is she looking up at me?
Am I just the tails of the coin,
While she is the head?

Am I just a figment
Of what I was before
That this reflection
Is the aftermath of growth?

Could this be who I am?
Is this woman the real me?
The me I am meant to be?
Or a possible me?

Yet when I looked closely
I could see that the one
Staring back at me
With a confidence smile
Was me...I am that woman.

The reflection in the puddle
Is the me that I am
The one with a smile on her face
Filled with bravery and confidence.

The real me, a figment
I am one and the same
In reality and in the puddle
This is the real me.

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Who am I

Who am I? I’m root of a race and a culture A lover not a fighter Call me Weed… Call me Spliff… Call me Ganjah The tree that bare the fruits of Jah I’ll clear your mind like water Free you from you mental corner Out of your sorrow, I’ll give you laughter Take you high to see your master Maybe converse with your creator Make you feel in this universe, you are the centre In the drunken world, I’ll make you sober Make unstoppable like a super nova Give you the world when it’s all over Mentally sinking? I’ll make you a swimmer You can’t fly right now? I’ll make you a drifter In this speeding world, I’ll make it slower Do you wander? How to be a traveller? Because I’m the transport to mental China Only luggage you need is a lighter Only Passport you need is a Rizzler Tell your Mama and Papa that you’ll see them later Follow me and soon you’ll see that I am Marijuana!

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The Man With No Face

Hark!  It is he!
A slate face; devoid!
Mechanical, computing, sleepless.

No! Just human!
Turning, just turning!
He will not fall, now expressionless.

The dark gazeth!
Yet, he wont gaze back!
Four days, sleepless, faceless, for all!

His face is stone.
No care, there's no care!
Persist amidst all of the loss.

It is but he!
No! Tireless;
designed to be.
It is but he!

Shrug the abyss,
he will nev'r fail;
a perfection, 
designed to be. 
Shrug the abyss.

Through it all,
he leaveth none for all!
To see the end of it all,
the completion of it all!
None but all.

Four days sleepless,
it is none but he!
Faceless, breathless, mechanized.

Look! See him now!
With bags under eyes.
See him now, the man with no face.

It is he,
Be it so! Be it so!
To see the end of it;
the destruction of it all!
It is he.

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Mocking Bird

Mocking bird -
You are my wife.

In your way you rehearse
The songs you hear,
As life sponged up
And wrung out again.

Unique among your kind you sing
Many songs.
I see myself reflected
Within your repertoire
As your many sided mirror turns.

My wife -
You are a mocking bird.

17 May 1979

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Not Missing Love's Beat

Not missing love’s beat . . . .
Sails to you this golden bright morning rising so high 
Sails waving with light, joy, and such promise and hope 
One smile gasping breathless always for you my love

As you walk with me deeply into Eden’s very paradise
Dancing my heart love on that yellow brick road of dreams
Dying to be with you my love forever and ever and ever 
Dreams inside of eternal youth with my heart pounding so	

Awaiting the very day to come when I stand before you 
Down on bended knee holding your hands warmly smiling 
Kissing each and every single fingertip so exquisitely 
I shall ask you to be forever and always with me my love 

You will be my Queen with dazzling jewels of an ocean wide 
The other heartbeat echoing as two becomes one complete
Our thirst for love and passion is almost unquenchable
And my very psyche is afire with excitement when we caress

Sleeping at night my love brings me into your dream world
Where it’s me and you and you and me together floating
Through the very ether of time breathing rarefied air so
Deliciously as we’re hopelessly mesmerized in true love 

When I awake from our nocturnal dream trance so joyously
We hold one another so lovingly and caress so warmly at once
We kiss passionately and longingly in a most sublime spirit while
Not missing love’s beat . . . . 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)

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 A time 
few words
inside the 
empty mind
creeping along the
that you've been blowing 
through the whole time
we've been together
now that you have left 
the clouds have found me
the sky is my shelter
the stars are my friend
and i'm in love with the nature
a metaphor 
i use
i see you where
i look
i look where i can see you
And the sky is my shelter

and the stars are my friend
i write across the dark blue sky
and i draw your face with the stars
and if you were with me today
i wish this moment would be
just like the face I've drawn 
in the sky 
with the ever shinning stars 
Oh! So spectacular

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Don't Forget to Bow

There is a subway with
adrenaline rails
leading to euphoria's

Larvae ascend from their pit,
Monarchs from mouth,
re-nectaring withered roses.

Energy recycles its
roses bud,
petals fall,
stems chase sun.

The shadow whispers
for rose to turnaround
& see itself
open up full blossom.

Vocal delivery before and after-
adrenaline rails leading to
euphoria's threshold,
energy's transference
Don't forget to bow!

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whose bony fingers
stretched above gloved branches,
you danced in the sunlight,
elegantly bowing
for scampering squirrels
and gifts of birdhouse rings.

whose springtime blossoms
scattered petals
for make-believe weddings,
you caught up children
and hugged them tightly
in games of hide and seek.

I run my fingers
along your weeping scars
where Earth’s fury tore
your hand from mine.
Splintered memories,
I have less air to breath.

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Humble Words

thoughts of crowing joy
 in body the soul, 
but wait there's more... 
pasting of measure, feet taping, 
but yet sapping, on the 
there of sapping, hungry of just not knowing
that is the word of being humble...
the mystery of blending the
squrriel nut tree at the 
top of the fountain as 
thought it may seem, 
of resureing 
that living has fall within
my thought to know to be humble...
words to be humble

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Breeze makers

The Makara breeze makers
Turn slowly under the clouds
As if forming a connection
Between time
And airflow

Their one legged man made intrusion
On the spectacular landscape
Three armed trinity
Man uses nature in the quest for power

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The Celebration

I find myself slowly spinning
And bound to the carousel
Ethereal laughter mocks my
Outspread and upturned palms;
And all the while
The mourners chant and weep,
The jesters laugh the tune of tragedy,
And I and we and they celebrate
And dance a dance with Shiva.

When ends the celebration,
I ask you,
Oh you masked and costumed bride?
You daily replenish the wine
And offer from the horn of plenty
Fruits of abundant harvests,
Time ripened and distilled
Through flushed and sweaty brows
And stained hands.

Oh, Oh, and up we go,
Mounting the guillotine,
Returning headless
To celebrate the Ah-ha.
And when, you lusty hunters,
When ends the celebration?

July 1971

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The Woman Outside

The Woman Outside ©

A woman lost and innocent,
loving the wrong man, loving him in spite 
of his terrible choices, bearing 
his children, knowing the gamble

The gamble is lost and they
take him away
to a place where fear, anger and 
violence reigns
and he has no choice but to do his time
and come out alive

She has lost far more than freedom, 
and occupies her own prison of 
fear, hopelessness, and resentment
Once a month and every holiday she takes
her beautiful hopeful children inside the walls 
to sit in the cold dreary room with the
other families; always waiting

She must play the part of the good wife and 
perfect mother while she slowly withers inside
her soul crying out because she has done 
nothing wrong but still will be
punished with the rest of them.

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes

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My Rose

My rose, while growing in a garden not my own, is mine all the same
Do not my eyes smile at her beauty and lose themselves in her scent?
Do not my fingers tremble with anticipation just to touch her silky skin?
While there may be pain when I hold her in my strong embrace
It compares not to the loss I feel when at last her I release
Others may measure her beauty and pen such odes to last in infamy
Yet words can never paint her essence, or do poetic justice to her true loveliness
My Rose, my perfect one will grow always in my heart for it is, and will remain her own.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Friday night and I am already high as a kite plus this is a girl’s night out.
I will take a nap to lower my high and awaken ready to party.
This is my night to enjoy me.

I am awoke and sober.
The clock ticks four p.m.
My arousal is provoking incitement.

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

I move to my closet and chose my outfit.
My selection is a sky blue maxi.
I smile mentally and know this well get me attention.
I am single by the way; however, I have had prior engagements.

In the club now, loud and rowdy, my wit will not end.
I am drinking bourbon.
Shall I go straight tonight or am I a gay girl?
My sexual feeling is driving me wild.
Has my sex partner made it in the house?

Humor the soul
Ignite the spirit
This is my night out.

Boisterous I precede.
He enters via the east wing.
He is dressed to kill.
I sashay toward him.
Someone pulls me on the dance floor.
He takes a seat and waits for me with eyes glowing.

The dance ends.
He holds out his hand.
Together we leave.

Specters we are.
Spiritually alive!
This is my night out.
Penned on May 07,2014!
For Kelly's Deschler Night Owl Contest!

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Is the flowing rushing in...or,
is the flowing rushing out?

Are we returning to where it all begins,
or is it the consequence of doubt,
if an altered state is out of place
positioning one in the wrong period,
false impressions may debase
sequential are the myriad...

They say,lie with dogs you get their fleas,
it's not the dog you should be concerned...
you never know, 
what kind of disease lies within' the flea.


(the flea is a metaphor for attitude and impressions)

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Wormhole Through Time

I try to learn a new word every day, 
but there are so many worms 
in my brain eating gray matter thrice a day 
that no flock of birds could consume them.  

Birds wear napkins to keep their breasts warm 
and to keep orts from falling to the ground 
where they would be eaten by the competition.  
The other bird species would then flourish 
and displace the robins as the most prolific 
	of the song birds.  

The question remains as to whether robins 
	are worth their keep.  
They eat holes in the strawberries 
	out in the garden, 
but also spear an occasional insect 
with a well-timed peck.  

Diverging back to worms, 
it is evident that we could not live 
without earth worms which cultivate the soil 
	under our feet 
and feed the fish as they dangle 
from fishhooks attached to a line.  

The line is attached to a cane pole 
and waved over the pond hopefully 
by a lad with a straw hat and bib overalls, 
no shirt and suntanned shoulders.  
Huck Finn well knows of which I speak.  
He bathes only in the muddy Mississippi 
and listens at night to the foghorns of steamships 
	as they pass. 
Worms were fatter in those days.  
My brain has worms of a different ilk – 
they are more electric.  
Impulses pass without wires from my eyes and ears 
	and other such sense organs
to appointed places inside my skull
which are especially reserved for such intrusions. 
Those electronic worms are more romantic 
than worms on a hard drive.  
They woo me endlessly with desires 
	for things I don't need 
and never would have thought of 
if only I had turned off the television, 
shut down the laptop, 
and thrown that cell phone in the pond 
for fish to view with open-eyed curiosity.

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Black Rose

Black rose on the wall
See the daylight no more
All the hearts are sore
Left black to the core
No need to wish for more

Take it! 
And throw it on the floor

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Snake Oil Free Speech

Snake Oil Free Speech
          by Odin Roark

Listen close
Here’s what’s going to happen

This is where the rubber leaves the road
The father gripping the wheel
The mother with Coleman cooler at her feet
Beach towels and blankets on her lap
Clueless children in the back seat
Smart-phone-games dumbing down consciousness

You’ll be cruising into the sunset
A barren swamp peppered countryside receding
As oncoming ocean depth
Reflects your personal blood-red sky

All the evil will vanish
As you leave the highway
Slip and slide the sandy road
Dodge beer cans and mistake’s exhausted condoms
Coming suddenly to destination’s end 

Your transport will cough its last fumes of gas
Your seat’s cushy-springs will explode
Like coiled serpents in waiting
As icy breath clouds evil-singed windows

Welcome to your Last Stop Beach
Swollen with humanity’s layered dead-cell cake
Iced over with slathered Coppertone delusions
Past attempts at escape
Now but flotsam washed ashore 

You’ll try to remain calm
But your virtual-arcade will quickly drown
Along with my Sunday morning radio voice
Gurgling a personal salvation promise
Just for you

And that’s what’s going to happen
The final waves will disappear your sorry lives
Until the awaited day of resurrection
For he told me so

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The Whisper of Flames

He is a fire.
I fell in love with his eyes,
How they're like chips of charcoal
The space of a spark away
From igniting...
I remember how he first held me-
How he murmured in my ear,
Speaking words like a whisper of flames...
But the whisper of flames is always 
Accompanied by the crackle of burning logs 
As they collapse-
I never made the connection that the whisper
Of his voice in my ear would mean I'd have to
Listen to the shatter of my own heart
As it cracked-
My heart was a clay pinch pot
Molded perfectly to the shape of his palms-
I told him to keep it close to him,
Not realizing that he was not only
The creator but the kiln-
His heat snuck into all the cracks
And weaknesses under my surface,
Until I smashed into a hundred tear-shaped 
Fragments under the pressure because he-
He is heat...
And I was always too fragile not to get

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The Mind

The mind, Man’s intelligence nearly blind; The uncharted grey matter; The thought provoker: The main controller; The word ruler; The tool of the clever; The ignorant? Never. Only for the thought bind, Not idle mind.

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Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 

 I felt my finger nails digging into his back 
What an intensified sexual moment 
I never knew that tears could roll 
Down the cheeks of a robust man 

he wept! he sigh! he came 
Again, and again and again 
was it a sportsmanship or 
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof? 

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Word Out

Metaphors are poetry's loaded guns

I held the metaphor against her head and pulled
The trigger
Some time later she
Felt the pain
As cliche's spent shells
Rolled off down the pavement
I challenge you whoever you are
Your 50 cliches to my single metaphor
Heaven or hell
Different places
Or simply different points on the same continuim
Word out at the coral ok?

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Black memories
made it blind
White images 
are hard to find,
Pain... Emotions...
Hope... are Missing
My Mind, My Heart
are still not working

This is not a sin
for me, for now
but a solution
to make all things down

I wrote this dark letter
with a teardrops in each CORNER...
with a confuse body
that will  turn to SPIRIT later...
 . . .
I think this is the end...
. . .

Silence... ALL BECOME CLEAR...

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The moon rose

They say that I’m a myth, a creature set on vengeance, and my battle cries are carried by the wolves… 
I am none of these. I am the blade that scrapes away the scorch of day.

My hair, black as night, its length every inch the strength that ravishes my tall body and thick as fear. 
My skin, white from the blood of the moon that consecrated me to destiny and carrying aspiration’s gems.
My eyes, ocean’s azure from the depths of pain that nature has wrought and bore, and clear as truth.
My armor, charred charcoal by the flames of the sun to purify a silver heart and impenetrable as diamond.

Given a bow and arrow and a path to follow, I set out at dark, covering the earth, 
protecting the innocent, preserving morality in human hearts, opposing injustice.

Those who refuse to yield their power over the weak shall know fear and trembling, their world shall be tormented by storms. 
Those who gaze into my eyes, dream of glory, yet it will elude them, as will contentment. 
Those who curse my cause shall live in illusion, never discerning reality from visions.
Those who listen to this siren of dusk, shall be mesmerized… hypnotized by it.

The moon chooses whom to save, and my touch heals them. 
Everywhere I go, I set not my feet on concrete, but on deserts, valleys and oceans.
Nature follows in my every step, rises at my command, defends my hindsight and covers my slumbering.

I am Aygül, daughter of night, mother of thunder, enchantress of hearts, empress of justice and rose of the moon.

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Looking for a way out
Trying to outrun the shadows in the dark
Caught in this bout
Of confidence and doubt

Driving with my eyes closed
Never knowing where to turn
I prick my finger on a rose
I catch myself falling, only to burn

Atmosphere and fear
Lead me down a path unclear

Looking at the stars
Trying to forget my cares
Sinking in the eternity of the night
Slipping away into moonlight.

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Kiss kiss Bang

And as I sent my lips back down unto her navel,
I heard the crack.
The brilliant explosion that gave existence
All of its fury. I knew that it was beauty
Like hers that keeps this place spinning
…holding all of this chaos together,
So that moments like this could happen.
So that art could find its way.
So that blood could pulse.
I watched the universe break apart
And come back together slowly,
Pulled in by the gravity of the sparkle
In her eyes.
Her essence bleeds into my world,
Holding my realm together with auburn
Filaments tied to her crown of comfort.
I exist in-between moments of 
Spectacular destruction.
Taking in stellar iridescence 
With the awe of a child…
Until the glow is too 
Much for a mere mortal,
And I succumb to the darkness.
Only to be reborn again. 
-James Kelley 2012 ©

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Cuddly Teddy Bear- Cuddly Me

Who ever saw a skinny teddy bear?
What an absurdity!
Aren’t teddy bears good for cuddles because they are tubby?
They are nice and round and with a nice little tummy!

I’m cuddly like a teddy bear
Cuddly, cuddly, cuddly
I’m not thin like a stick
I’m pillowy and dreamy to hold
You get a great big handful of love
When you squeeze my arms
Got to give a reach when 
You take me in your arms
But when you need to snuggle at night
Put your head on something warm and pillowy
Your arms around something soft and round and snuggly
I’m your snuggly teddy bear
Snuggly, snuggly, snuggly
When has this stupid world
Fallen out of love with what children still adore
People who have more than just skin and bones
People who are round and a little tubby
Cute and a little chubby
Sweet and a little snuggly
Just like my adorable little teddy
cuddly, cuddly, cuddly 
Just like………ME!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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I gather many good memories

I gather many
good memories
along the way
as I travel 
and file them
on shelves 
and in storage

as I never know 
when I might 
need one

they will be there
when I'm gone
gathering dust
or recycled

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Heaven is crying

Crystals of reflection shatter on earth’s countenance,
for Heaven is crying,
drenching the misty shroud consecrating her face 
in sobbing percussion.
Liquid satin rolls down withered skin
and sensations are set alight
in the dance of icy fire.
With the tingling aroma of melancholy,
all time ceases to exist during hypnotic rhythms 
consoling a heart without beat.
In a trance, I taste Heaven’s decadent sorrow
mingling with the salt of my own tears…

(Written 25/05/2013)

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This thing we share

Long enduring eyes
I bring you tender flavor 
to live inside 
cover sad limbs 
sad nights 

a shaken wall falls when I call to you, 
asking for fruit, for whispers, for slow smiles 
nothing more, 
yet everything I give, is given

I may
I may grasp day yet
reap one last harvest
our shy bounty 
embracing a pain not made for solitary lovers 
but for us 
this thing we share

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He Would Leave

He Would Leave…

He would leave you his tears,
salt stains on an abandoned beach,
lone gull riding a cold, lonely wind,
shrieking as the chill bites his heart,
lingering, as spurned lovers do,
waiting, watching, numbed by the
never-passing time.  The call of the
trawler slipping over the horizon
gnaws at his soul, his wings make
feeble attempt to follow,
the clicking of the crabs
scurrying over hard, wet sand
hold no interest, nor does the
debris of the beach.  He sits, red-eyed,
as another sun disappears,
another empty night
slowly surrounds him.

He would leave you his tears
were he able to leave.

John G. Lawless

“Leave you my tears” (a variation)
For The Poet II – poetry Contest

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Still got a long way to fall

I'll never know why,
                            I believed her eyes.

Simplicity drowned that night, 
                                            Resinous words 

Insipid adoration soaked in divine promise.
                                                             She gave me her blood to drink,
                                                              only to have me bathe in my own.

I'll never know why,
                                I loved the way it burnt my throat.

I'll never know why,
                               she chose to let me go.

All I know is...
                        these stars remind me..
                                                              I've still got a long way to f
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved

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What Am I-Niagara-w

I am the Antiope of Canada, Amazonian, but not breast less, Snowy bosom like virginal gems, Swelling lips moderately full, Savoury odor felt all around, Crystalline throat striking the eyes. Meandering, churning, darting, dashing, Transformed from blonde to brunette. Here alluring, benign, attenuated, There corpulent, colossal, capering, Practicing calisthenics all the time. Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’ Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze, Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy, Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces. Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep, Now bulging belle of Detroit, Encircling the wooing Windsor, Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
============================== March 15, 2014 Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Free Verse Eighth Place Win Contest What Am I by PD I have used: Personification,Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :

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Reflections of a Leaf once Green

The green leaf with its yellow edges,
falls ever slowly, dancing towards Earth.
Before me lays a field of changing hues,
where my thoughts go to be relived.
Above me long gray clouds pass under a clear purple sky
and bring a subtle change from light to evening dark,
to remind me, days must end before tomorrows rise.
While I sit quietly watching the green leaf,
it lands in swift moving water, tumbling in the rapids,
beneath blue painted mountains, now covered in white.
There I learned to let go, like the leaf
and allow thoughts from my summers and spring,
to drift away in the endless moving streams of my mind
and not fear the limbs now naked and bare,
in the Autumn of my life.
As I await Winter, with its cold frozen silence,
I've become a green leaf with yellow edges,
falling ever slowly towards Earth.

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I heard the thunder
above my contented place
as I accepted the sunshine
and left home
without an umbrella.

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Heart String Theory

Bound together by strings
that comprise matter
and antimatter, anything 
that does, could, or ever would matter.

That's why everything pulls together
then blasts apart
over and over
until we even don't flinch anymore.

Universes that fold over and under
manifold wrinkling
and tiny vibrations, little earthquakes,
that explain
There are hidden dimensions
all curled up
folded into common experience
so deeply buried we cannot attend to them.

Were we to think about them all the time
we might cease to do anything else.

I want to take up a violin
the bow hovering over the strings
and exact a deep series of pulls until the 
screeching sounds like music,
the metaphor of choice for philosophers,
physicists, and questioners of cosmic experience.

If the vibrations sound glorious
maybe the experience will be remembered as 
important, a lesson worth learning
instead of dissonance at a clumsy hand.

It is an elegant universe
with an explanation for everything --

Including why I miss you.

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I made a little poem

I made a little poem
Put it in a bottle 
And sent it out to sea
God luck little poem
Success and happiness

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The Other Dead Metaphor

Locked within godless rooms
Sealed in vaults of megre immagination
Can you hear the words?

It’s not enough
Unable to grasp metaphor
They wither

Minds mirror plastic flowers
Lifeless without growth
Petals lacking vital scent

Too many wild verses;
Lay trapped within closed minds
A scripture’s message naught 
but bones of righteous intent

They cannot see past black & White
The visions a pen can paint for thought
Lost within preconception

Beauty flounders in dogma’s grasp
Between the lines;
Forgotten ashes
The day metaphor died

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To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]

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Eternal Dream

When I begin to meditate
About the life before now
And the life that is due to prevail
Deep in this thought
I heard calls from no where
 Chanting into my ears
A note of warning
“Don’t let the trees surrounding
 This wide fence fall”
Amid this puzzling call
I unearth from a far
Mix voices flaunting a goal
“We will not sheathe our swords
Until all our desires come to pass”
In between these dilemma I inquire
On whose command will lives live?


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Garden visit

a gentle little fountain
in the middle of a pond
radiant centered 
in the garden
totally balanced
hovering in a storm
or a soft summer breeze

singing softly 
soothing symphonies
at times 
for only  a moment 

showing fragile
crystal clear water figures
at times
for only a moment

events take place
everything grounds
every single day
going their own way

thoughts thought 
feelings felt
sounds surround
everything grounds
every single day
going their own way

numbed eyes and ears
by the metal  and mental  
powerful powerlessness 
coming from 
the north and the west
the south and the east

one soul
far away from home
thinking thoughtless
going now where
at all
at times 
longer than just a moment 

one heart
far away from home
silently kills
crossing continents
and oceans
showing shadows
on a glass brick wall
at times 
not just for a moment

at the edge of my pond
and the life
which is mine
worlds so nearby
and far away
vanished away
at times
not just for a moment
by my gentle little fountain
in the middle of our pond
radiant centered 
in my garden
showing fragile
crystal clear water figures
at times
for only a moment

radiant centered 
in our garden
my gentle little fountain
fragile water dome
in the middle of our pond
fighting in the storm
floating on a summer breeze
always clattering
loud or softly
soothing symphonies
for me
at times in need
or when happiness
is firmly keyed
for only a moment
or more

(c) Elly Wouterse.

I've added a link  @ "About this poem" (right above the title) for a digital visit... 
@ my garden. 

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Eden Calling

A ferocious storm battering outside  
heavy winds howling a wolf
angry breaths pelting rain bullets hurl
whistling apple of these eyes
dreaming inside the howling moans
feeling your caress deeply touching  
away our souls in another world kissing
mist falling down weeping inside
dreaming always with you by my side 
A deep sigh of pain yearning loves voice
distant tears weeping from the heart and soul
floating with light into another world
blinded by everything one sees
queen off the rainbows mist 
through lashes bouquet colors
sensing many emotions deeply felt
crying happy crying sad crying glad 
dreaming always with you by my side
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman Collaborative Poem, Free Verse, October 12, 2014

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Change the Channel

Reality show day dreams cut into the center mass
of your active scenarios; jerking bent mouthed surprise
from the spout of insignificance. 
There is no beauty, no justifiable pursuit.
Just weak thoughts portrayed by blind portraits,
they all mumble the same verbage,
scrawled by the tattered mass.
Broken Tv stands, 
tilt in the heart of mediocrity,
held by the shaky hands of
red eyed futility refusing to
b   l   i   n   k.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Snapshots: A Poetic Mind

It's the lens zooming beyond, then
panoramically assessing situations,
both sides of the coin and those
secrets caught between grooves.

Auto-flash captures rainbow color
coordination     with intricate detail
pertaining to where the colors meld. 

Allowing them to taste the picture of
delectable landscaped hors d'oeuvres.
Benihana techniques in front
of them     enticing to stare at

still pictures actively bleeding
under the rug, continuously walked on
and over resolutions, unresolved. 

We be

paparazzi pen stalking for flicks of supernovas,
millisecond snapshots capture the conception
of a Black Hole, light in ascension.

A pornographic strip down of attire
presenting preference individually, with 
smoke ushering foreplay to the table
touching them the way they like it.

We scribe an album of photographs
giving ghost credence, laughter spelled
correctly, exposing the flame's cool side,
afterlife carnality, and facts that are 4 sure
like there's a man thinking with his prick, now
picture that...

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to Thao, the Love of my Life

Towards the heavens of the existing 
long we beheld 
the fleeting idea 
which ravishes the immense beauty 
to the dream 
but it was only out to sea 
of your appearing 
she made herself 
tangible, to the real, 
and boundless 

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You Are Rich

Festered lament maddens me
Why must the despair of my heart’s desire
Truly enlighten me? 
I rested among the sick and lame
And found myself no different from the rest
For a troubled mind holds endless poverty
Penniless regret marks as a sickness no doctor can prescribe
For the bottles of balm are empty
And medicinal hope grows angry
I derived my madness from creativity
Revealing the remains of my humanity
‘Cool off, child’, I heard a soft voice whisper
But can’t you see I live off the flame?
It asks for no nickel or dime!
But it seeks to destroy all the same
The small voice returns at times
And often my heart listens
But we all listen
And only believe in the inevitability of pain 
I speak of the majority
Not of you
For you are blessed and beyond disgrace
You have a life—a beautiful face

And most of all, you are rich
With attributes I can only dream of 

You are rich with life and purpose
Holding inscrutabilities I can only wish to understand
You lift me without touch or care
Disposing me from your treasures
Because though you meant no harm, 
You are rich with blessing
And must remove all possible threats
So my festered lament
Remains an enlightenment

I can say I am rich in poverty
But you are forever rich
In Mystery

What hurts the most is knowing
I may be wrong about you
For you are so obscure in this mind
And as empty as I am I wish to be filled
In your richness
But we all are filled to the brim in the end
And sometimes I cannot distinguish the good from the bad
There is nothing I wish to discard
So I hoard in constant deficiency and despair  
And I hoard the idea that you are beyond compare

That you are rich
And always will be richer
Than me—or he

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The Sea Rolls With The Breeze

Seagulls seagulls by the seashore open your eyes and you shall see more of the world's magik in front of your face why oh why would I ever replace the memory of that foamy sea crashing onto the shore while the seagulls are laughing with the children once more who feed them with eyes full of wonder to their curious delight seashells from dead oysters shine of the moon's pale sea light as they mate like the birds and the bees my sea kisses the sky when it rolls with the breeze.

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Is love truly unconditional?
will it stand the test of time or will it 
Have you ever been in love so much you 
thought your heart would explode?
Is love just a winding road curving around 
our hearts which we drive down the wrong 
side weaving in and out of traffic
not stopping for stop signs or red lights 
while being blinded by the bright
lights of on coming traffic until we reach a 
dead end? 
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Mr 
Seven aka The
Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet

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My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake 
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.

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The truth dances at the edge of my vision
Unsure who's truth I should follow
Each held with such strong conviction
Still their truths shimmer like a mirage
The closer I get
The further it travels
Out of my reach
My tongue is swollen
I continue to drink sand
Will my thirst ever be quenched
Is there even a single drop to swallow
They promised fountains

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The Rain Dance

The window panes shuddered
as he crawled back into his bed 
of disillusion; waiting for 
lightning to strike him 
 into some state 
of normalcy.
The sky groaned at his
naked body, a gift of
mockery laid beside 
him, bantering with 
his need for her to stay.
She always left something
behind, maybe it was an 
excuse for her to return? 
Or was her mind really
that far away when he
was near?
He let the talisman 
turn between his 
fingers, and tried to
think of a proper prayer
for the occasion. 
Nothing came to mind.
he allowed the stone figure
to contemplate his eyes
and waited for her
to come back again.
She was the only one
that could ever make 
it rain.
-James Kelley 2012, All rights reserved.

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My Comfortable Chair

Like my special comfortable chair
I'm reassured your always there
when I need you.

Providing a comfortable cushion
against harsh ravishes and rigors
of life.

My sanctuary
my my love
my heart and soul
my wife
my life.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.July.

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Hunger Moon

Nauseous yellow,

and rising above

dying limbs.

Hungry, and full

it looms over,

watching the wicked

grow wings.

Some say the Moon

was once a piece of the Earth,

that during the fetal stages of

the solar nebula, it simply

span off, like a drunk dancing

in circles, his beer flung

from dizzy hands.

Others say that the Moon

 followed the Earth home,

and was kept in the might

of gravity.

And yet, the theory I like 

best is: Two angry, molten

planetesimals collided right

in our front yard and fought

for the Iron heart that 

eventually got pulled inside

our world; explaining the 

difference in composition

between the hungry,

and the greedy.

The wicked,

and the solemn

looking down at us,
waiting for another fight.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Sleep Is Such a Suffering Thing

Sleep is such a suffering thing,
rending and mending as we go 
breathing through the night
with troubled dreams.

I would sleep with closing of the eye
until the breaking of the day,
but sleep evades me 
and gives no peace.

The gray dreams wait 
like spider webs of the mind,
so taut and sticky
holding captured prey to feast.

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When they found you it was too late
Standing there they saw a twist of fate
The days to follow so somber
Gave everyone something to ponder

Your pain was too much to bear
Thinking life was so unfair
A loving soul crushed so young
The hearts of your family forever stung

A baby now without a father
Her life a story with only one author

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Troubles Pass Away

If you need reassurance,
There will be better days.
There will be better years.
There, there, my child,
My weeping one, my willow.

Troubles pass away like dew,
Especially in the morning.
Gird up and grip the dawn--
	stand fast!
Lean into the wind.

There is a vortex in that hurricane;
	find it and resolve.
Spin a tale that only you can tell
	in a special way.
Find the stillness in the storm:
	the eye,
	the ever silent eye.

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Ravnica na ispucalom dlanu

Napušteni roditeljski dom
Još uvijek je mirisao na kukuruzni kruh
I beztjelesne korake ravnodušnog majcinstva.
U uglu djecje sobe pronadena muzicka kutija
Puna Mocarta i ožiljaka,
Trošni ormar 
S policama za slaganje
Uvijek svježe nabranog mraza,
Sve to,
I poneki otisak
Oceve zjenice
Na nevidljivom akvarelu,
Natjera je da zaledi srce
I stisne pesnice,
Da se sjecanja ne prostru po duši
Kao nepregledna ravnica
Na ispucalom dlanu.

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I wish it would rain

I carry the weight
of an ocean,
behind a hue fashioned
for the burden,
but no water falls.
Cracked Iris temper,
sketchy, dwindling trigger;
Salting my wounds.
Parched cacophony whispers.
No sounds,
only a bitter, restless miracle.
I wish it would rain.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Her Name was Chamomile

Her name was Chamomile.....

   she filled my heart ablaze,

   one lazy-October day,

   batting those eyes ---

   such guile!

A poor, romantic little thing,

   hopeless to begging love,

   sick with gorgeous news ---

   her hero (would he flew)

   'ere her aching heart,

   explode a thousand pleas

   for her sensuous sylph-self

The men were dogs for her,

   back in the day;

   her hair smelled of Chamomile....

   her eyes teased with Chamomile....

   her lips, red and wanting,

   her crimson-spiced kiss....

But she be only mine,

   as she oozed down my throat....

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Portrait of the Soul

The blank canvas lies before me,
as I pondered how to begin.
What should I start with?
Start with drawing a picture,
perhaps add some color to the borders?

The more my mind wondered,
it makes it hard to describe
how to create a masterpiece
that represents my well-being.

Fear eludes my judgement,
judgement eludes my fear.
Will I love or despise it?
What will others think?

The canvas of my heart
Stares me right in the eyes,
Looking deep within my soul
Spoke softly to me as she said,
"Just let it come and leave fear behind."

I slowly picked up my paintbrush,
Dipped it in one of the buckets
Then I began to stroke against the canvas
Waves of blue appeared like ocean waves.

When I finished with the waves,
I continued forth with another color
My mind focused on the canvas
While my hand continued to move,
as more colors appeared before me.

Before I knew it
I stared at the canvas
No longer white as snow
It was full of beauty.

The calm ocean
Bright sun above
Clear blue sky
Whimsical clouds shift.

The beauty of the land 
That nestled at the end
With a kingdom resting within
Where lovely flora surround it so.

Canvas once blank
Now full of life
Beauty and grace
The art of one's soul
That came from within.

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Abandoned House

Like a corpse with no life in it
The old house stands silent now.
Rats invade.
Termites begin their work.
The yard surrounding is grown to weeds, 
Silent now.
Where once was warm life,
Passing, passing away.
The church bell chimes in the distance.

16 December 2002

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Timeless Pursuits

In my imagination, My vision encapsulates Dusk’s parting darkness, and silver clouds appearing between, dull twinkling stars. As night melts to early February morn, the moon lies half hidden in the dormant skies. As the morning moon shines, A murder of lies And a swarm of fleas, Shadow box with their own reflections A dark fog looms around, Smoke and dark clouds fill up the skies. As morn melts and noon sets in, The mango tree on my lawn, Deepens its shadow, In the slushy red soil , the night rains has sapped out. The black mirrored Goan roads, sans pot holes, Lie gleaming, as the sun chases the skies, and drags out the shadows without bigotry. There is no immobility in the air, but the green ponds reflect, the blue skies….. the sea gulls pick up, spilled refuse, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. birds and bees, trees and leaves, the skies and the waters, the winds and the vibrant uneven mounds of earths, they play pantomime , with each other. The melancholies of my life, and the songs they sing, flow out of me, to shed away my shadows. as emerges from within the lies and the fleas, one final time for fleeing…………… Joys descend upon me, and so noiselessly subtle I feel. like the dried mango leaf that floats, on the languid wings of the moist air. As the sun sets, Large portions of the tangerine and the orange, the skies have soaked and absorbed The blueness still reigns supreme in the winter skies, as I look beyond my room, a pigeon settles on my window sill, Your peck on my cheeks, and warm whiffs of brewed coffee, cast aside from my dreamy eyes, dismantling dream time and slumber land rhymes. another day in the drama of my life unfolds, and I exit from that time…… with time in my enduring and timeless pursuit of a happy life………… another day I begin………..

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Embers of a dream

Lord, I don't understand.
Maybe I never did.
The destination of the path seemed so grand,
yet now it looks horrid!


The dragon You've placed, mine to fight
still breathes fire and brimstone in my neck,
but I'm armoured with incapability to smite
and the cobblestones You paved lead to this wreck.


I dreamt of the moon,
but couldn't reach the stars,
so I drifted into the sun and soon
I would be burnt with scars.

Why shroud my mind with dreams of peace at daylight's bend,
yet shred it with horrors at night?
Why let me pursue a rainbow when 
there never was an end?

The past is bathed in murky waters
and clothed in miry clay.
Now the future looks no better
and mere words can't express what I wish to say.

Lord, here I lay at Your mercy,
angry and heartbroken.
You don't make mistakes and You set free.
Please, I beg be my beacon!
Loose the shackles,
break the chains
that I may serve You again.
Show me the true way You planned,
for I have reached the end of this one.

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Step in my shoes

What's for you shall never pass you.
And you better hold it tight and know its value.
Cause there ain't nothing like taking something for granted,
waking up the next day and wishing you had it.

Time is ticking always in a rush.
Surrounded by people who haven't earned your trust.
Mouths moving, but they ain't making noise.
Walking around with knives and guns, and I ain't talking toys.

Society still putting labels everywhere, 
just giving  another reason for people to stop and stare.
Oh! but you can't use gay, oh no you wouldn't dare.
Black boys getting called niggas everyday , but I forgot society don't care.

People getting slandered everyday for speaking the truth.
Didn't know it could hurt so bad, but now I have a clue.
People still reppin their green, red, even white and blue,
for the sake of themselves and the pride that they hold onto.

Im just traveling through this world and observing my view.
Not trying to conform to this world; no need to please any of you.
When I write these rhymes I'm spittin' nothing but the truth.
So don't shoot the messenger, I'm just trying to widen your birds eye view.

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Goodbye Forever

…Said the Mind to the Heart, we do not work together to run this place all we do is argue and fight.  This place use to run so simple and sweet then you came out your cage to take a peak. 

“I know this is true”, you’d plea to the rest of us Body and Soul, like fools we did listen as you said we’d be whole.    Against all reason yes you won that debate that we ventured on out and yes it was great!!!  

We have not ever since the birth of our seed been as happy as this to see you beat so hard and so strong.  As you reached out and grew stronger forged within what seemed an everlasting flame.  We took that happiness and strength that it gave and made that Leap of Faith as they say.

Now what happened then, oh strong Heart of mine, you were so filled with joy that it made us blind.  You caused us to believe that Love conquers all that we didn’t see the rocks coming out of the falls.

We hit and kept falling all bloody and beat but you continued to believe we would land on our feet.  We listened once more, although I petitioned to stop yet your Love was so strong that it crushed all other thought.

We hit and we sank in the darkness of the abyss and it opened our eyes while it weakened your grip.  Shattered and weak from the blood that you lost I picked up your pieces and put them back in your box.

I mended your wounds and bandaged you up but a piece still was missing you wouldn’t give up.  The cliff that we hit so hard still has a piece of your beaten up heart.  You left it there as a beacon of light to find your way back when you’re ready for flight.

My dear fragile Heart I cannot allow it as you wouldn’t survive another fall down it.  So we have decided us Body and all to lock you away in the depths of our Soul.  Poor mislead, barely breathing, yet you insist that it is not over.  

You’re blinded by Love even in your poor state but I pray you keep it that way so it won’t turn to Hate.  This is why you are banished and locked back away until we do pass or if Love brings your piece that you left back.  

For that piece is the key to unlocking these binds but be sure we will fight it with logic not emotion.  So sleep dear Heart of mine as best as you can for you won’t bother anyone ever again…….

And neither they you.


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This City Inspires Me

The Chicago skyline.
You symbolize home.
You are me and I am you.

There you are Sears Tower!
Just like you I will stand tall and strong
Even through life's toughest winds,
I might sway back and forth,
But to the ground which I was built on, 
I'll remain.
Even when people try to change my name, 
I'll just reply "Watchya talkin bout Willis?!" 
Yeah, you'll always be Sears to me.
And I'll always be Joe to you. 

Thank You Chicago.

I promise I will get as fast as 
The trains and planes that transport your people
And when I get caught up in life's traffic,
I promise to keep my cool and my destination in mind.
I promise to get as strong as your culture is.
I promise to always be filled with as much vigor as 
Your raging college students are.
I promise to stay as passionate as
The struggling musicians that serenade your "L" subways are.
I promise I will work as hard as 
Your workers that are just trying to pay their bills do.
I promise I'll always stay as hungry 
As the poor that beg on your streets are.

And I promise I'll make you proud of me.
For I am proud of you!
Chicago, don't you know? 
You will always put the "O" in Joe.

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Candy Horse Vs Dark Kid

The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...

There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...

A co write written by Liam and Christian 

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I'm A Mighty Oak Tree

I am a mighty oak tree.

Yes, that is me!

I am tired of being blown around as though I am a weeping willow.

I am strong and independent and it’s gonna take more than a blustery wind

To try and bend my branches.

Unaffected by the gale force winds of the enemy.

Unaffected by the robins that come to make their homes upon my branches.
I am an oak and I decide my own destiny, not the elements around me.

Oaks don’t go with the wind current.

They set their own precedent. 

They dictate what type of existence they are gonna have.

They take charge and lead others to take root 

And stand against difficult circumstances.

Come and take a seed and plant your own oak tree.

Perhaps you can come and plant yourself right beside me.

I’m a mighty oak tree for all eternity!

Gwendolen Rix

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Back To Reality

Back from the history of worlds colliding and the universe unfolding
Back from the time travel which warps the future
Back from receiving returned mail to Carl Sagan
Back from random thoughts that signify nothing
Back from a dreamland made of dandelions
Back from sliding on hillsides of ice
Back from walking with my pack
Back from the hazards of fate
Back from waiting
Honey I'm home! 

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Black Ink

My black pen.
The way you flow,
And tell my tale.
You spill my thoughts,
And always prevail.
My soul bleeds out,
Through your black ink..
Everytime that my thoughts,
Had started to sink.
You let me drain my pain out,
In smooth cursive letters..
And I smile,
As your black ink, stains..
My newly purchased,
Lined white paper.
You relieve me,
As you leave a trail of my angst.
Thank you black pen..
For being my strength.

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Extreme Northwest

If I leave you again,
it will be for the last time -
you snarling day-fog, northwest winter.
I would escape to Santana softness,
no harshness, warm-spot summers.

Monoliths rising in the Pacific 
signal the winds as they pass.
The winds blow ashore, carrying the albatross 
to rest at last.
Warming and wetting they come to Seattle,
dropping a burden from the sky.

Some say the weather mocks men to suicide.
I am adrift on land, feeding on turnips
	and oysters.
The driftwood is not tree but people -
people of a different caliber than fiber.
The wheat seas swarm with them.

Water pours from Palouse Falls and drifts
patiently to rejoin the salty sea.
Calloused hands feed hungry mouths.
They sow, they reap.
The rolling hills of the Palouse, so violent
in the making, would scold a thinner soil.

When east meets west in Washington,
the merging is a clashing, frightful.
The lines are drawn as poles are set 
	in solid soil.
There are no prisoners taken and no mercy
	quarter given.
Still bread is dipped in broth on both sides
of the fences, along each line of trenches.

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Winter Is a Vacuum In the Mind

Winter is a vacuum in the mind
when spring knocks with violence at the door.
That death grip shows white knuckles
	and frosted ears.
We are the children of fate,
weathered in frame,
punctuated by seasons.

Hastily we go to warm the limbs
and limbs fold to keep the kindled coal.
Our sorrows are as ice, we chill.
But winter dies as did the warm;
the grip is not defeat
but only a retreat.

The accolades are everywhere 
when the cold grip of winter is released.
The wind carries away the cold
and stores it in some cavern in the north.
Less than this we would be
	not seasoned.

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Literature is herself a clown.
Without this coming first,
no great art is made
except glooms of queer authors
peddling like traders of a trade.
 The second needed
is the dying of the tedious
the writer must drown in happiness
and be filled in joy.
What covers will stay
and what empties will become
an empty road stand,
no beauty or use per say.
And last,the writer needs to master
the ideas of the whirling clock,
the deep jokes in ordinary lines,
and the skills of hung
heads,swinging apart their blood;
executed for what is done,
the writer executes the book
and the book,the image stays.

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The Game

The game is rigged (for most of us, anyway)
It’s a set up since the first day it’s been played
It’s not a race , even though it seems like one
There are no opponents, just fools thinking there’s something to gain
There is no thrill, just the idea of one
Any strategy used has been a waste of time
Find comfort in whatever way you can
Build friendship(s) and relationship(s) with those worth building those with
Do something you love, but make sure you know of the rules
No one knows how this game started, but treat it as if you already won
No, really, treat it as if you already won

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The thought of realizing this embrace of life’s lessons leant in this space 
Came the loading of various emotion concluding rumors of lost assumptions 
Surrounding stories that had no sense in this expensive gift called the present 

Resonating, the misery in love's flawless Knowing beauty is its weakness 
Of giving it away to who won't stay lets prey 
That knowledge & understanding will strikes his demanding 

Of righteousness while being in the darkness of the light blinded sight
But not enlightened by the truth that love is the tranquilizer to a painful tooth 
‘Cause love is the answer to every problem where anger, jealousy, hatred is symptom
Then the solution will be diluted in the wrong conclusion
Coursing confusion in a simple equation

That love = healing being the cure of all bad feelings
Filling the abyss where truth should be revealing
The moment of clarity being the parody between reality and the drunken mentality
To be sobered up by love lost hearts crossed 
Then love opens the door in order to find it again or hurt some more?

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Winged Lessons

Winged Lessons
            by Odin Roark

Sitting astride his backpack,
A roadside nomadic looked up from his book.
The sun oppressing,
The sand distressing,
The bird noise progressing.

“From where came your right
To straddle fence wire and incessantly complain
With pompous cawing at a resting traveler,
As if he didn’t belong?

Who made you judge and jury for speeding cars
Trying to avoid your missile-like whitewash
As they chase setting suns
And see me only as a roadside shadow?

What do you know of windblown highway ditches as nightly shelter,
Or roadside memorials of white-cross remembrances,
All kinds of lives suddenly stopped?

Rather than making all that commotion,
Wouldn’t you be better off listening a little more,
Enjoying the fluttering quiet of those beautiful black-opal wings,
As you swoop in on sign posts and rusted-out abandoned cars?

What’s with your nasty disposition, anyway?
And why aren’t you carrying on like the raven you are,
Instead of the your noisy lessor specie, the crow?

Oh never mind.
Just shove off.
Let me have some peace
While I work through Poe’s take on your gnarly purpose.
Better still, just shut up and listen.”

‘And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!’

“See what I mean…
Maybe this Poe fella is trying to explain
Neither one of us is gonna live forever,

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The Purpose of Silence

Silence—so embraceable are you!
It can neither sting nor soothe
It can neither be a poison or balm
It cannot be a curse or psalm
Cannot harm nor heal
Cannot numb or feel
It be only what our minds make of it
It be only what your imagination sculpts
Only what we assume
Only what we accept as true
All that have breath may utter lies
But silence rings no truth or false
No peace, no war
No clean, no gore. .  .

The purpose of silence, and other things too,
Is only what are minds make of it
What we believe of it
This be the purpose of Silence—it’s true
So what is the purpose
Of me, of he—of you?

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'she's a thing much wilder--'

she's a thing much wilder
and a thing even blood-thirstier;

excited, I take refuge
and secret, forbidden repose

in her dangerous embrace
which deceitfully protects

me from other predators 
of the heart--my own beating

and panting in my chest
like a tender, beefy doe

about to become someone's
tender rack of venison meat;

paralyzed with anticipation,
I go along as she sighs to me 

soothingly that it will be 
quick, that I won't even feel 

a thing...and as I joyfully 
submitted she lovingly 

gorged her sharp, thirsty 
fangs into my juicy veins 

and sucked them dry! 
And as my body fell into a 

bloodless, pallid heap I then
knew that she was the One.

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Pinnacle -The Marvel of the Peak

The Marvel of the Peak

There is a disconnect, a denial perhaps,
of the years endured.  A separation of
the mind and body, a landlord/tenant
disagreement regarding the use of the
facilities in question.  The physical plant
functions well enough, and the tenant,
well, he thinks not at all of the age, the
wear and tear, the creaking staircase,
the rattling, banging pipes.  And so the
mind commands the body to go forth,
to push the limits of its worn and tender
joints, to subtly master fate, to surrender
only begrudgingly, to hold life to its name,
and live.  Age has not taken my dreams,
nor shall I submit my vision to the
dimming light, nor release my hold
for lack of tighter grip.  I will demand
of mind and body that they serve the
spirit that we are and carry high the
banner that is life, the passion that
is love.  I will not squander the gift on
a sofa.  I will bear the twinge of time’s
torment, adjust to altered gait and
slow ascent, yet still move upward,
ever upward, thrilling always at
the marvel of the peak.

John G. Lawless

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Southern Charm

Lies saunter through bent brow’d occasion,
teasing the elegant disposition of 
wilting Dixie flowers.
Glass clinks together,
in unison with a common cackle.
Snakes in the grass;
Coming to suck their eggs,
but there’s no ruffled feathers here. 
It’s just another warm southern night,
amid the fire;
Nature will take it’s course.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Dog Park

She had stove top burners for eyes,
and every word she spoke bubbled
over slowly as if someone had left
                        too warm for me to get close.
My gestures were tepid and careful,
like a small boy meeting a strange
dog, alone in a park. Calm and reserved.
I presented compliments as if they
were the back of an open hand for 
her to sniff, and my lips shook.
                                     Afraid that she would bite.
She merely growled in disbelief;
A rabid jeer at the quiet remark of
an untrustworthy captor. 
She saw me as a threat,
but never turned away.
We were two animals
looking for comfort;
afraid to be burned
and yet too hungry to
let go of the flames.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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A Gemstone's Secret

Crystal clear pearls of the earth                                                                                 light passing through all the colors                                                                        Growing rainbows in dark mines                                                                                 true grit’s face swallowing one hue                                                                        growing glow reflects another                                                                             Iridescent individuals of time                                                                                    gems of their own ambience                                                                                beautiful yet unclear crystals                                                                                    sharing lovely colors but most                                                                                   greedily hold on to one vibrantly                                                                                   So the next time you admire one                                                                            earth’s rocky pearls from the enclosed                                                                         The beauty displayed is not being totally true                                                                The color seen is held captive by another                                                                        *                                                                                                                      *        by John Beam  for METAPHOR: CRYSTAL 3/12/2014

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Salt Water

A thing so paradoxical desire;
So all encompassing it’s grasp;
A curse of eternal thirst- 
Though we are drowning.
Hands desperately scratching for a life raft
That is secretly made of the same water we drown in.
So we continue our daily floundering
Chasing a trail of crumbs we call “Hope”

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Living on the edge

I feel like I'm stood on the edge of a cliff
swaying too and throw
in a icy cold biting wind
staring down
at the dark deep caesium below
never knowing
from one moment to another
which way I'll go.

Hoping someone
will come along
and reach out and grab my hand
and save me.

but until then
I stand here and sway.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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Hints of Blue

The shape of me
Constantly changing 
New forms expressed
Facets exposed
The curves of me angled
Look deep
See the inner me
I do not wish to hide
this is where my soul resides
Yes there are flaws
Exposed by the light
Yet within the complexity
There is more to see
I am a reflection of you
Expressed in colors true
The shape is changing
You polish
You cut
Help me feel
Changing along with all of you
Pockets of diamonds
Multi colored with hints of blue

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Secrets are like hidden treasure
waiting to be discovered
Like the forbidden fruit
waiting to be plucked
Like deception 
shrouded in sincerity

Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet

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I can't sleep

I Can't Sleep

I can't sleep
because that girl I used to love
won't leave me alone;
stomping around in my mind,
shaking the pillars in dreamland
overpowering me in my only place of peace,
and that smile she gives off toward me,
shacks my bones,
and tears my heart apart.
She finds her way to my heart,
plays around a little while
and bites a chunk out
and chews slowly,
all I can do is watch her
while her beauty blinds me,
even with my eyes closed.
I can't sleep,
get me some coffee,
this girl won't leave me alone,
she'll have my goodnight sleep,
I'll be a zombie before morning
and that sunrise will wake me up.
I sit at the table
head heavy in my hands,
thinking...thinking of her,
that girl I used to love
and the way she made me feel...
no more thoughts now,
I need some sleep.

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Heartbroken Landscape

Heartbroken Landscape

It was gone
slowly faded as the sound
of the closing door,
erasing all that added
beauty to a day.
The trees - ghoulish green -
ran together
polluting the stream,
caressing the ducks in
an oily ointment.
Sun spots laying waste
the fields
leaving dried, lonely,
twigs of memory.
An aching wind
wailing in terror at
the barrenness of now,
the slow death of 
a future.
Clouds, in tortured sky,
huddled in a dark and
hateful spiral.
False rain,
devoid of any promise,
stinging tears
to scar
the stony mountain face,
leaving only mud splash
Icy glare of
heartless moon,
silver shivers laid
across a broken land.

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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."

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Hitchhiker of the Dawn

Hitchhiker of the Dawn

Good morning smiling dove who flies 
awake and writes a line or two,
then tucks your body back into the 
tomb of sleep.  Fall awake and know that 
you have just begun to assemble 
a thousand  knife-cut pieces,

all jumbled in disarray across a wide table 
with no plates, and seats for only two.
It is hard to begin, when there is much to say.  
I would pour out my soul to you, 
but there is not time nor words.  

Like a bee buzzing, I will be tormenting 
you with words, with words more 
annoying than a fly disturbing sleep reclining.
You will have to read between the lines 
and sort the words at leisure.  

I fill your day with ground up glass
all sparkling and like glitter shiny.
I look at you with longing eyes.
If doves had lips they would not deny a kiss.

I fear to drive you mad with all of this.
As cup to lips for drink there is no risk,
and touch is not a trinket to be worn
about the neck.
But drinking deeply of that brew,
		I go full force,

wanting more and more and more.
As goes a bird while circling overhead,
the doubt is plunged into regret,
when offered gift is refused outright,
and I go shuffling through the night.

Violence breaks there sometimes within 
my tortured soul, and peace is proud 
to capture, so I go alone into that night.
I am a hitchhiker of the dawn.
While on the flashing road I wait and think
and feel the storm, 
The wet of night has taken ghastly form.

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Freeze Dried Apples and Campfires

I try to reconstitute old friendships
as if they were freeze dried apples
	or powdered milk,
to see if any flavor is left
	or can be extracted.

Many times the can has been misplaced
	on the shelf,
or perhaps the letter was lost 
	when moving and throwing out
to lighten the load on a moving van.

Phone books are useless these days;
cellphones don't qualify for tiny print--
better to nibble at the bits emitted
	from a whirling disk which captures
light waves.  (A UFO is on my desk.)

The hits, if any, become famous
	even home runs
(if I may mix a metaphor or two),
when an old friend is found
	and a friendly flame is rekindled.

We sit around a campfire
	burning through the night,
poke the coals, stoke the fire,
	and watch the sparks fade away
as they rise high into the hungry sky.

Only friends are famous when they die.

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As my heart beats simultaneously to the ticking of the eternal clock,
I sit and ponder on what life has for me to come.
As life goes on around me,
as my friends go on with lives meant to be lived,
and as my brothers find lovely girls to bring home to Mom;
I sit and ponder, when? When is it going to be my time to show love?!
When am I going to be able to open up emotionally to my special one,
and where am I going to find her?

Envy takes a toll on my soul,
as my heart wants to love and be loved,
I tear it down with self-pity and hate.
Jealousy's green flows through my veins,
when I see my friend hugging and kissing his girl,
and when my brother talks of his future wife,
I am excited as ever could be,
but something deep in my chambered heart
wants to break out with force and scream!

...Jealousy halts the clock and pushes it back,
Patience pushes the clock forward, making time come faster,
and that moment when you least expect it,
the love of your life comes out of nowhere
and holds you and kisses you and makes you laugh and smile.
Patience, such a word with such a powerful meaning to life.
Patience is key,
with no patience in this world, we'd all kill ourselves
and we'd all lose our minds,
falling in love with hearts that never stood a chance with you.
If you want love, and be loved,
open your heart,
don't give away your heart,
but give enough to people, so they see you in a different light,
and open new ideas of your character.
You never know who is around the corner,
so enjoy life,
and be patient,
and time will come soon enough
and you'll smile and thank the heavens,
but for now, just relax and enjoy life.


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Piranhas Shopping Frenzy

Shoals of frenzied greedy piranhas
still hungry after the lavish feast
Eyes awide on mass they stream
and crowd the streets.

Some have camped out all night
until the morning light
and the temple doors of worship
open wide
and people rush inside.

Buying anything in site
pushing and shoving
grabbing snatching
ending up in a fight
Buying things they don't even need. 

So is the season of shopping and greed.

'Wonder what Jesus would think'?.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Dec.

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The Window Seat and Me

Excuse me Miss
I have no intention of harming your shade,
But the seat you left vacant for me is rather 
Absent of roses I could finally romance into 
smelling, absent of yin that could relax urges that 
might present a stroke, 70 chapters later. 

For some esoteric reason, this seat you’ve 
manipulated into occupying until tomorrow’s 
departure seems stable;
It has no opposition in waiting. 
So please Miss, introduce your window seat to 
me, ever so kindly. 

You see the seat you offered in due time, does 
not welcome smiles. It’s cold, unfulfilling skin leaves 
me cautious; the torn fabric has failed my thoughts 
of safely time and time again. 

Hope won’t join my travels while married to this seat. 
I’m left contemplating questions of whether this 
is my sedentary companion for the next 100 years? 
But what is perhaps defined from amazing, is the 
glimpse you hold dominant in this seat. 

You’ve’ held this arrogant glow upon the leather, 
with no remorse for the penniless seat fillers. 
The carelessness of sight unvisited through the
multitude of generations is the lowest insult one
can fathom; with no refund offered as of yet. 
Miss, the window seat, please. 

You see, beyond the significant glory the seat
would offer, 
There is a silence of worries I wish to court, 
An everlasting view from peaceful quarters, that 
never warrants a superficial return. 
Specs without representation could meet their 
potential, among the tranquil armchair. 
That is why my passions advance today; for there 
is a retreat looming. 

Miss, I believe this is your exit. 
Remember, change pauses for nobody’s unanswered
why. The knowing is what you will reap later. 
Farewell, descending one. 

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When The Gun Bangs

I stay in my own lane,
steering dry
of the train,
Don't care about
the fame,
Just trying to
make a name,
So when the gun
who lies in the aim?
who dies when it flames
Two lives in the drain,
Who dies from the pain,
Who cries from the gang
Who lies when detained
Who says they were framed 
from blowing out 
his brains
He's dead!
They exclaimed
Tears flowing from the sane,
The shooter is deranged
his new domain
But really who's to blame
Family crying from the pain
Funeral is not the same
Who will cry when they sang? 
That's when the gun bangs..

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A Frog

A Frog

Frog, what did he do wrong?
He was run over by a car, dead.

Long and bitter cold winter months
he was hiding in a cave, frozen,
did not move like a rock. 

When the earth began yawning
the icicle from the ceiling started to melt 
and as its weight grows, the water drip, drip, drips
wetting his head thawing his stiff body.

As the drops of water accumulate
it becomes a little pool that allows 
the frog to submerge his body in the water.
As he is immersed in the water his skin begins to soften
and his body becomes flexible; he exhales the hard wintery 
solid air effortlessly and inhales the floating spring breeze lightly, 
and as he begins to breathe freely his heart starts to beat. 

The heart-beat brings him back to life,
and as the number of heart-beats increase
his reason for life becomes more meaningful and obvious,

life is not a one-time deal strait-lined horizon but a circle 
that is to convey the genes from one generation to the next 
for the betterment of new lives. He opened a history book 
and found that he is one of the successors who won the theory 
of natural selection and survived through the harsh winter.
The history book enlightened him, his family genealogical
record tells him that he came from the pond in the lower land 
at the foot of this mountain; his father was eaten by a snake and
his mother was swallowed by a stork.

His desire to see the pond becomes his obsession, 
his eagerness to pass his genes to his offspring becomes intense,
and that’s why he became a hypnotized that moves only by a sexual 
urge, he becomes a slave of carnal desire and goes after a mate blindly.

He jumped out of the pool and started to jump and leap 
for the lower land where the pond is, but a well-maintained wide road 
which was not mentioned in a map of the history book lay before him 
to cross; he hopped into the paved road anyway, 
at that moment, to quench his inflaming carnal desire, 
clouds gathered and covered the sky, then, 
a torrential rains started to pour,  

simultaneously a car—he never saw before or heard of, 
dashed through like a thunderbolt; alas, he was run over by the car.

What did he do wrong? His only desire was to be
carried on a she-frog’s back in the pond to sow his seeds.

All the body-fluids from his broken body also gushed out
and the sperm, which drove him into the flame of lust, 
was mixed in this fluid as well; 
the rain water carried semen downward with all his other body-fluids.

Some of them became the flowers that after flowed into the pond,
while others became the ripples in the pond that will diminish one day
pacing the surface of the water like an annoying tinnitus. 


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There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…

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silence rules the night

 silence rules the night 
 shadows move about 

 rain falls like tears 
 weeping wind bows to 
 no one 

 yesterday has been packed away 
 tiny boxes and envelopes 

 stored in the unsuspecting minds 
 of the lost between you and i 

 finding it hard to find my way home 
 overtook the moving day 

 cluttered thoughts of you 
 is stored in this fog escaping the end 

 more shadows become new 
 separating the gifts of life

 who's ? 

 in this darkness i can see 
 over come by the dense fog i can feel 

 the fact that nothing is said is my fear 
 i want to declare my innocence 

 silence is the night that hold the deafening 
 screams of death of yesterday 

 snugged away in there rightful places 
 counted and numbered perfectly composed 

 file cabinet, rolodex eyes finding it's part 
 who's part or what part is mine?

 silence rules the night

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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!

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Some people see perfection,
 and I  know what I’m not.
I wish I had that mirror that shows what I forgot.
It shows the imperfection and shows that we're just people.
It knows that we are sinful and perfect we are not.
If only I could get it right, but then what would be the point, of living and of loving fully with one’s heart?
That mirror can be blinding
Or open up your eyes.
You might just start as being vain,
But by the end that all will change.

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Left Behind

When I think of her,

the metaphors behind my eyes 

start to bleed.

Veins pulse in rhythms of her

inconsistent smile.

There is no heartbeat in 

these words, I've flat-lined.

...Ghostly similes hover over what

I have failed to define. 

Romanticizing phantom touch,

burning throughout the hallows;

like the memories that have

been the only warmth in this

deserted bed. 


are all that I have left,

I let them drip onto my skin

and wipe away the color. 


Is Finally. 

Black and White. 

The stories I've 

read; and said: 

I couldn't, wouldn't ever 

deal with are tragedies

that have become my

living scripture

and I recite my scattered

psalms to a vivid picture 

of a beauty that left me behind. 

But I have loved,

and so I have lived. 

There is no metaphor in that. 

It is the black, and the white,

the story of my life;

My smiling tragedy. 

...I can smile

because every drop, 

every bloody metaphor,

              every aching syllable 

has been worth feeling the embrace

of what is now so cold. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 

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in the cool air of the spring time late evening
the night sky was ink black
as the lights went off , 
the  university ground was in great commotion,
shimmering sparkles of phosphorous,
we thought the forest was on fire

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My Metaphysical Monument To JAH

(1 Kings 8: 27)

I Would Build  YOU  Seven Pillars
Made of Pearls of Such Dimension- Prized
I Would Build  YOU  Ten Giant Columns
Made of Pure Crystals Up To The Skies

And On That Holy Edifice
of 400 Cubits Elevated To Size
I Would Build  YOU  A Thunder-Temple
A Thousand Stories High

This Would Be My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

And Inside The Thunder-Temple
I Would Build A Lightning-Fire
It Would Burn A Flame of Love So Hot & Bright
That Lasts Forever & Never Die

I Would Place  YOUR Name  On A Pedestal Throne
of Precious Gems - No One Could Pry
Of Such Height & Depth & Length 
& Everlasting Arms Wide 

This Is My Metaphysical Monument To JAH ...

O' My Rock of Ages  ... Because  YOU  Are My Strength
& My Fondest & Most Fervent of Ties
I Would Construct This On A Mountain Top
That Stands Up Past A Million Miles

It Would Touch The Moon In Reflection
And The Stars Would Be Inspired
and Eclipse Every Man-Made Structure
& Orbit  In  YOUR  Eyes

This Is My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

I Would Fill The Air With Perfumed Prayer
Celestial, Sparkled-Incense Would Rise
I Would Fill The Space With Music
& Exalt  HALLELUJAH  In Chimes!

I Would Bow Down In YOUR Beauteous Presence
In The Aisles & Among All Tribes
& Exult In The Awesome  Atmosphere
of YOUR Essence So Wise

... In My Metaphysical Monument To  JAH ...

I Would Fill It With  All  YOUR  Worshipers
& All  YOUR  Wonders  & Praise  Realized
& We'd Sing My Metaphysical Monument
In Paradise ...   To  JAH !

This Is My Metaphysical Monument                
And Yes, This Vision Is Heaven-Sent      
Spirit-Height & Depth & Width & Length          
In My Whole-Soul, Solar-Sacrament            

&  My Devotion's Endless Measurements      
Built From A Bonafide & Blessed Blueprint        
Constructed Thru Carpenter's Consent           
& With The Master-Worker's Instruments         

It Will Tower-Up In Testament !                
So All Will Know - Everywhere I Went               
It's  The Metaphysical Monument                  
My HalleluJah - Horizon-Event!                       

... My Metaphysical Monument  ... To  JAH

              Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
                        by:  MoonBee Canady

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We are the monsters

Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone

What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
We are the monsters
We are the monsters

We all grow up to be monsters in the end.

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A New Love Valve for my Heart

I need a new valve
In this little heart of mine
I need a sturdy one
That only lets enough love out
As the amount of love coming in

The valve I have is faulty
For even when love comes in a trickle
It lets out a strong surge of love 
And my little heart gets depleted
Of life giving love 
Leading to....
Heart attacks!
Yes, I suffer heart attacks
That are painful and frightening
The after effects of discomfort
Last such a LONG time
And I wonder….
Will the next one be fatal?

I need a new valve
I MUST get a new valve
Right away!
Before it’s too late!
Or perhaps…..
I need a new heart?

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Love is a seed
When it is planted in fertile soil it grows
When it is planted amongst thorns and thistle it is choked out
It cannot flourish when the enemy tries to choke it
It cannot flourish when the vultures come to pick over it

Love is a seed
Have you ever planted a seed of love?
Have you ever watched another one’s grow?
It is a most spectacular plant ever so silently growing from its encasement
Once the outer shell of the seed softens the seedling emerges
It sneaks up through the soil to grasp the light with its tender leaves
It reaches up through the fertile soil and seeks nourishment and light
The sun photosynthesizes its energy upon it

Have you ever seen a weed?
Have you ever seen a weed as it suffocates the harvest?
As it strangles out all the healthy plants that are meant for food?
Have you ever got on your knees to pray and pull spiritual weeds?
All the while knowing that the weed pulling is up to you the gardener?

This is a metaphor
This is a poem
Its basis is solely from the Words of Our Savior Jesus
In order for seeds of love to grow we must plan for the harvest
In order for seeds to grow we must be on our knees in prayer

Come and sit at the feet of our Savior and pull some spiritual weeds today!
Your harvest will be bountiful and it will shine amongst the best gardens in the world!

Gwendolen Rix

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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

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Thinking About Darkness

When I first saw him,
he was busily erasin' light.

Several of us just stared
for a while, then,
I meandered over.

"Whacha' doin?" I asked.

He gave me a sidelong glance
and said, "Creatin' darkness."
Then he turned his eraser
upside down and blew
star light from its working end.

He was a tall guy
with an Abraham Lincoln
look to him and I thought
he might be considered beautiful
in some circles.

As he worked his way
along the edges of creation,
he looked up at me and said,
"S'cuse me?"

I was so engrossed
in his energy,
I didn't even realize
I was in his way.

So I quickly jumped
to the side and said,
"Why are you erasin' light?"

"You said that's what you wanted,"
"you and the others."

He threw his head in the direction
of the others, and I followed
the gesture to my friends, who were
giving me that palm's out hand signal
and head tilt that said, "What's up?"

I turned my look back to him.
"I don't remember asking anyone
to erase light."

He was now working
on the light
from a super nova,
removing the edges
in a wide circle.

"Yea, well... what you said
was that you wanted to be
light. You wanted to experience
BEING light."

He stopped and looked at me.


"Yep, I said that. But what's
that got to do with you and
what's that got to do with you
erasin' light?"

He was closing in on the nova,
focusing on his work toward the center.

"Look around you," he whispered,
"What do you see?"

So I looked and everything was
as it had been as long as I could
remember. Light, boundless light,

It was a universe of light;
billions of universes,
uncountable universes.
No one really knew
how much light there really was
but it was in every crevice,
every hole and every
everything that existed.

Except for the darkness he was now creating,
there was not a single shadow
to be found, no where, no how.

He gave me a second to take it all in.

"So how are you going to experience
BEING light without darkness?" he asked.

He looked straight at me
and never have I ever seen such love.

"I'm makin' you some darkness
and giving you a place to be
what you asked to be."

"In a word, I'm erasin' light."

"Wow," I mumbled,
dumfounded by the whole concept.
"That's a..."

I couldn't think a a good word,
so I made one up.

"That's a devil of an idea!"

Then, as if a recess bell went off in my head,
I bolted back to my friends.

I couldn't wait
to tell them the good news.

He didn't even see me leave because
he was mouthing the word, "devil"
over and over again.

"I like that word," he said to no one,
"Maybe I'll use it."

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Monsters and me

I create monsters  
Then  I wait  in ages  to hunt me

Monsters  in dreams as  I introduce
Become real  hi t  haunting to me as I  work

They  made  me pay the bill never  on time
Dreams and wishes  garble in  sparkly gluey  neon dark cloud

Than every thought  haunts  as I live by them
It is a kind of monsters hidden in cloudy day in darkest cloud

They have very special kinds a  I introduce from  my birth
One is so kind the other everything about  is greed 
Third one is mirror watching what you have done
Monsters hunts me and fight them in  my  each  day

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The desert is made of nothing
Inner, swimming the  thoughts.
Just as it feels like,
Come from somewhere, goes to nowhere.
Yesterday doesn't belong to us,
Tomorrow? Who knows.
But today, we have feelings,
That nothing belongs to us,
Just nothing.

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Three Souls

One was a child 
so sweet and mild
Voice of a bell 
to ward off hell

One was a bell
with a crystal chime
To comfort the cat
and make the earth shine
Two was a cat
With a mysterious past
A dark view of the world
And a horrible wrath

Two was a mind
as dark as night
To protect the doll
That could not see the light

Three was a doll
With a broken soul
A shattered heart
With eyes a black hole

Three was a rose
Of pure white
Covered in thorns
As black as night

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I'm Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart
slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets?
There he is, baby, the man they call;
"The Blue Poet"
there he is in the flesh
with a book of poems in his hand,
look at the whores and the smiles turn to him
and say to him, "Where have you been?"
They look at him and he looks at us.
He sits at his desk,
he lits a cigarette and smokes.
He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand
and started to read.
There was a smile on his face,
reading to all of us;
as we sat around his greatness and glory
and we listened to his great poetry.
He looked at us through the dark
and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright
he opened his mouth and out came the words of
a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour,
and he said in a calm voice;
"I'm Back, baby!"
And we all cheered,
and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine
and smoked his cigarette
He leaned back in his chair and watched us all
stand and cheer.
If you looked closely,
you could see a single tear form in his eye
and roll down his rough cheek.
The Blue Poet was back,
and this time he stayed.


A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!

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The Sunset

I watch the sunset;
Her divine beauty embroidered on my mind;
I anticipate her return the next twilight
Obscured by the darkness 
We were oblivious to each other
So I search for tomorrow
When I find her
If she watches
She’ll know how I feel
From the countenance I wear

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A Knocking

I was deep in my work
When I heard a knocking at my door.
I thought it was you, so I proceeded to ignore
I went back to typing,
And than I heard the door rumble once more,
I titled my eyes up the stairs,
And continued to ignore
As I went back to typing,
The next knock came near,
Expect it was louder, and more clear.
I stopped what I was doing,
And grabbed the knife by my bed
Just in case it was something crazy,
Like waking up to an axe murder next to your bed.
I opened my bedroom door,
And proceeded up the stairs
I got to the door; and than I stared
I took a deep breathe, and grabbed the handle at last.
I let out a slight gasp,
There was no one at the door,
At least, not from what I could see anymore.
I unlocked the handle,
And took a pick around
Not a soul to be found.
I sat at the door way for a short while after
And thought about why this incident mattered
Suddenly, it all became clear to me.
It was opportunity knocking at my door.
Telling me to stop being afraid
Letting me know that I was not alone anymore.
My heart filled with blood, and warmth,
I felt blessed to feel signs
Of a better life ahead.
No more sad day dreams,
Or thinking about sometimes life would be easier if I were dead.
The knocks had come for me
They reached out to my hand,
They let me know that I could be happy
They let me know, that I am now free.

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Lost in thought.
Lost in prayer.
Lost in life.
I know not where I am going.
I know not why I care.
Who can know what tomorrow brings.
Who can foretell the future.
No one can for sure.
Not I.
No Not I.
All that I know is that I am lost.
And find the words I know to be inadequate to tell.
To tell you how I feel.
To tell you how I care.
I can only hope my prayers will reach you.
I can only dream that you'll understand.
For if I am lost you'll find me.
For that is what you promised you would do.
I believe you'll keep your promise.
Because you have before.
I will close my eyes now.
And rest in fact that when you find me.
I am lost.
Lost no more.

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Cloaked in the heavy mood of a whisper,
I am enrapture tossing myself freely to the breeze.
Traveling, risking time and space; darkness proves sinister
And the thought of morning a solidary tease;
I am breathless…

Mouthing the words ‘I love you’ as morning drifts in like pollution,
Uninvited entering my utopian dreamscape.
Permeating and clouding my vision’s resolution,
I drift into the desire of the day, my dreams raped;
I am breathless…

As if I had been running, running, running,
My heart pounding to the pitter-patter of my feet.
Subconsciousness, a state deliciously cunning,
I am left awakened with the memory of only your heartbeat;
I am breathless…

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To Be As A Leaf

To Be As A Leaf
Ingrid Showalter Swift

To be as leaf
…food and so fire for the flame 
of hearth and human souls

and to be leaf floating on the river of my ever days

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Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 


and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 


that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...

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I couldn't say no

It flooded the heart with its abundant love
I tried to say no, I tried to say no, no
I couldn't say no 
It was there to comfort me when misery seized
I turned to it for an advice when the world opened to swallow me
I could have said no
But its doors were always opened while yours were closed
And locked with hungry hatred that pushed me away
I couldn't say no
It gave me strength of the beast when your words plotted my downfall
I couldn't say no but yes
Yes to its soothing love that paid joy to my bitter heart
For it and I found endless happiness

Inspired by love between in-laws, When Ndumiso left his wife for her sister.

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Light Captured in a Jar

I would walk under a moon
which disturbs the stars.
I would turn a penny in my pocket,
knowing neither heads nor tails,
but walking all around
the circumference of that moon
or at least in part would howl to it.

Should I wait for next year
to finish the thought or walking on
blank it out?
Memory is vastly more than sky
and more than walking.
So touch a moth at night
and taste the dew by morning.

Find sweet love and hold it close
within the arms which surround the moon.
Pour starlight into a jar of moths
and fireflies, to illuminate the darkest nights.
As night is, so is love often hidden
and unknown--
a force propelling two to clutch 
with fire in the blood and storms 
in the season of rains.

It must be a season of storms
else why do the winds blow so fiercely?
She will write to me, I know she will.
I have not heard from her since 
	storms began.

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Finding a Spring Hill in the Desert

Sometimes we see our whole life
in a desert photograph all purple
tinted and unshaded from the scorching
sun.  There is no water in those dry
hills to quench a thirst unsatisfied.

Yet we wander in futility searching for
a spring which runs there with cooling
water.  We could bath in it and pipe it
down to water a garden of cantelopes
and grapes.  Water is the lifeblood of

the land, and desert is the antithesis 
of the sea.  No prudent man would swallow
the briney sea.  He would float on
it, buoyed up by hopes of perfection
which grasping he cannot reach.  The

ship of body sails fervently on that sea
and seeks a port to dock.  Finding only 
a calm harbor on a desert island the sailor
struggles ashore and plants his flag of
Buddhist prayers.  The prayers fly to

higher skies and reach the ears of his
dharma.  His path is more golden than 
he knew when he set sail that hopeful
morning.  All friends were at the dock
waving then.  He knew he would never

return the same.  Now, in looking back
I walked where the words led me, but I 
did not board that ship.  I stumbled and
I lurched but yet I fell in a forward
motion. A canteen was on my hip and 

filled with coolness from the spring-hill 
in the desert where only cactus blooms 
and lizards hide from the midday sun, 
waiting for the season of rain. Reaching
beach, I waded out into the salty sea.

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Forty Hours

Many things happened after the gold rush.
Passive-aggressive tendencies have overcome
	the profundity of fools.
Now unwind this - you imbecile of emotion.

To reach the third level you must unwind
	the poet in his day-dress.
If this be puzzling to your comfort zone,
	I do not lament.  

What glares will pierce the day, seeing Monday?
Light glints off the steeple, signaling 
	a working week.
To dread a day is not a fitting start to finish
	weekly with repose.

Connect these dots.
Connect the days again as when they
	last flew by,
unheeded, unheeded.
Time and weeks revolve like a world
	alone on a shelf.

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To Paint A Poem

With brush stroking mind,
Dabbing colored thoughts to paper.
Some, dark grey and brooding;
Then gold glitters in brain's eye.

My friend in well lit corner,
Waiting for written voice to settle there.
Drawing pictures with words never spoken;
This heart poses naked before its audience.

Aware of that cynical-eyed crowd,
Mona Lisa smiles hiding their hatred.
My imagination reflected
For better or for worse.

One man's dreams just hanging there,
Framed without having time to dry.
Lasting only briefly on canvas air;
One breath and the page turns to forget.

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.

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In Mannequin Gardens

In mannequin gardens when thrills
   the old pipe of musical deterioration,
   there is a leaning to the wall.
The captain of those still folk is surely
   lacking nothing of physique;

He is glossy underneath the light and
   shines at night only for the chosen.
There is a queen among the crowd
   of castaways, a queen without an
   artist or a saint.

The captain and the queen were comrades
   once when Russia went to war and lost.
Now the sovereign is a prowling cat
   that scratches false and plastic skin
   and causes quiet screams in the dark.

This garden requires no care at all;
   it flourishes all the same.
Were they smaller and infused with twine
   puppets would they be and dancing happily.
The master of the garden enters often
   to inspect and finds his quaint menagerie 
   quite full of self respect.

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Bring Me Color After Dawn

I lead a simple older life now,
not complex in static terms.
Do not barter me in the day
or ooze cries to me at night.

The auction is out to the cold;
the hum drum is silent.
My silent drum beats only in my head.
Depths behind the eyes signal

a crossing of the road.
No tarnish of gray awaits the dawn
after the cries of night.
Send something which has no price,

no purchase,
to barter me with.
Though I am not for sale
at a price request by John the lantern,

Mary will unfold a blossom
and place it trembling in my palm.
Silence is the sound that hurts,
but not the ear.

The heart knows and funnels 
to the brain by way of fences pole to pole,
signifying something more than color,
beyond light dawning with rose and violet.
Placate me.

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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

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The Aswang Fable

Day quickly fades into a fearful silent night
Frightful because within the darkness evil comes to life
Abomination that became legend as legend became myth
The Aswang
The wicked epitome of sin
Beautiful by day but a shapeshifting demon in disguise
It has a long disgusting tongue with unspeakable desires
Blood thirsty creatures eating unborn babies in the womb
Fangs that'll transform people into dead flesh eating ghouls
Severing her body from her legs so it can fly
On serpent angel wings preying on its next victim to die
Bayani took his pregnant wife Amor to the hospital for becoming sick
A three day journey from their mountain village will now begin
Theyll travel through the valleys seeking shelter as they go
Amor wearing garlic on her belly protecting her babies soul 
Traveling through jungle & deserted roads along the shore
Knowing when they hear a dreadful cry theyre not alone
With every step they take they abhor the falling moon
Something once so beautiful is now impending doom
By dusk they came upon a village but every door was closed
Desperation in their voice they scream for help with little hope
Dismay dripping from their skin so the demon could smell their fear
Before they heard the dreadful cry the Aswang did appear
In horror they banged on every door pleading for some help
But no one gave relief having their own to protect from hell
Bayani remembered legend perhaps there is a way we can survive 
Destroy her legs before she reattached her upper body in morning rise
A task that may be difficult because the lower half they have to find
Before they made a move she swooped down with her evil yellow eyes
She grabbed Amor by her throat as Bayani pled for her life
Please let my wife and baby go and in return you can have mine
She said a lovely gesture but be patient youre the next to die
With a evil grin she slit her throat and consumed their unborn baby still inside
Falling to his knees with a broken heart he asked her why
She said I have no compassion or reason and let me tell you why

"Im the first Aswang of this village
A maiden by the day
Im the reflection of their darkness and their evil ways
Desires that cannot be spoken
A blackened heart equally broken
Habits that are disgusting
I am made of nothing
I am the mirror they will never face
The fear that keeps them all awake 
But the truth is much more powerful
I am the face behind their faith
The contradiction of forgiveness 
For every time you kneel and pray
Im the fear that keeps the children crying and afraid
It started with a lie
Then desires to reach the sky
Which resulted into sadness 
but with a deeper understanding why
Sad because I can see the darkness they themselves alone hav caused
Many more will be like me and many already lost
Failed secrets buried forever
And I will be like them
I am also you 
If you wear the wickedness of all your sins"

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Life is like an ambiguous script
It is nothing more than a over developed metaphor 
Not so neatly packed in a box
Nor does if project nicely from the lips

What metaphor teaches a moral lesson
It all seems absurd, contradictory, and inconsistent.

Life is like a sphere out of control 
And... vacant in a fast... spinning world 

There is no compare and contrast 
Heaven and Earth are unrelated subjects
Yet... the narrators, they keep navigating
Using the masses as his primary subjects

To those, who have made the world their stage
I am tired of the nonsensical images you create.

Life is spirit 
Heaven holds no ambiguity

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Experience and Knowledge

words are like a map and experience is the territory a map can only give knowledge "about" the territory it can never give knowledge "of" the territory this can only be obtained through direct experience

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Oh Sojourner

Oh Sojourner

By Ingrid Showalter Swift


Oh Sojourner
Walk among the tall lithe pines as they sway 


subtle hues of lavender’s dusk 

Reach your illuminas fingers 
with polished nails a-glittered 
in crystal-ed gold and diamond sight 
out and into this thrusting long light
         …Searing a golden pathway from sky into dark walnut and pine and lines of 
these byways ..only angels and devils alone ...dare tread

This forest is a barrier thin enough to breech
so teach me!.....I plead of you.... 

with lips blazing ... the need to speak volumes…like  heat rising 

Make me  a lit oiled lamp on a tall white post 
singing out ...streaming out into the streets gray toned and grayed with the 
of the merciless weakness ...of humanity 

lead me to hope….. yet still more
and pray

daring out …the dark night 

yearning for just yet another... lilt hearted singular spring day to awaken within 
the gates of this immortal town
held aloft by bone cavern and pale flesh tenting

Let  light green springs erupt from me once more 
and flow through all I meet 
like the river shows the leaf to the ocean and then to the shore once more

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Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013

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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

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He placed me there tumbling around with his never change,
If darkness is evil it lies in this satin pit of his suit.
Seeing light at top yet so slippery is slope I can't climb,
Will he let me wallow here till who knows how damned long?

I do fear that hand which has held Hell in its very palm,
Reaching deep into those depths of greed to maybe find me.
His body heat alone has me sweating inside this cloth trap,
Should he sit down I may be smothered within these walls.

Or worse what if I've been actually placed in back pocket?
Crushed beneath the biggest ass of all recorded history?
Maybe I should give credit before that as he might save me?
As dime from Great Depression he may spare one for brother?

Believing not in you still you walk in halls of Congress;
Just yesterday I heard muffled talk from my shark skin trap,
Could have sworn it was you talking to one called President.
Where will it all end and I'm sure you do know final answer.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.

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Deceptive Snowflake

Soft lazy clouds push down on sky
Clinging to the heavens with solitary resolve
Heavy wet blankets the oblivious wind
Spreading an icy breath of discontent

One Deceptive Snowflake leads the exodus
Leaving the safeness of sky
Praising in dance new freedom
Giving tow to weary stitches of white

One and more descend into morn'
Following in blissful ignorance
A sea of look-a-likes
Crashing into a wall of color

Masquerading as equals
In denial of their uniqueness 
Land in rest
On heels of the charge

Helpless in a frozen wall
Wishing only for thaw
When warmth melts betrayal 
Into wells of forgiveness

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Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.

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The Anatomy of My Disgust

A stoma and a scar 
like the Grand Canyon
form a conspiracy 
against my body. 
The stoma--raw and 
fleshy--looks like a red 
and beefy barnacle on 
my side that constantly 
oozes and drains feces 
and waste like an 
overflowing, backyard 
cesspool. It sickens me.

Near the red and moist 
stoma lies a huge, 
crooked scar on my 
stomach and abdomen. 
It is like the Grand 
Canyon of Arizona--an 
immense displacement 
of the local landscape, 
only instead of earth 
and rock and soil it is 
my skin and muscle 
and tissue that has been 
gouged away. Like my
stoma, it sickens me as
well. Because of them
both, my body now
feels to me like the 
raw anatomy of 
what's disgusting.

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Into The Godly Realm - Let Us Go

(Rev. 21: 1-7 /  Rev. 21: 10-27  /  Rev. 22: 1-6  /  Rev. 4: 1-6  /  Dan. 7: 9, 10, 13, 14, 18 & 27)

Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
Into The Splendiferous, Shining Sector!
To The Spiritual Site Where Ultra-Love Glows
by the Vibrant, Blindingly-Brilliant Light-Vector

Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
GOD Has Invited Us Into HIS Kingdom!
The Resplendent, Royal City of Emerald Rainbows
& Radiant Pearl & Gold & Glass-Sheen-Domes

… Where Thunders, Horns & Harp String Tones
Join With Angels & Kings In Hallelujahs’ Choir-Songs!
and Residents Greet Citizens In True Fashion ‘Shalom’
and Are Welcomed Like Beloved Children Come Home

& Share The Fruit of Trees –  Sweetest Ever Known
A Righteous Reaping & Keeping Paradise Beautifully Grown
as Crystal Fountains & Rivers, Bubble Forth & Shone
… in The Sparkling Waters of Life’ Gleaming Zone!

… O’ Let Us Gaze In Awe – In Meek Gratitude
At The Greatness & Grandeur of GOD’s Estate!
Let Us Whisper In Respect-Muted Admiration
with Wiped Feet As We Walk A Street Called Faith

Let Us Gather ‘Round Devotedly – As A Great Crowd
Read Inscriptions On The Precious-Gem Cornerstone
of The City’s Foundation, As Opened Fortress Beckons
To Jeweled Temple & Ancient of Days, Treasure-Throne!

Walk With Baited Breath & Bowed Hearts & Heads
As Joyful Tears Pool In Our Beaming Eyes!
As Into The Godly Realm … We Have Ventured
& Entered ‘The Archway’ Supports For All  Skies

O’ My Brothers, My Sisters, My Family & My Friends
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
Where We Have Been Invited To HIS Garden Party
Where Each One of Us Will Get To Speak … with HIM!

All You HIS Faithful Ones – Who Awaited Kingdom Come
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
To The Place Where The Holy of Holies Is Situated
O’ Get A Glimpse of  Heavenly, New Jerusalem!

Into The Glorious Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go!
Up To Clouds & Zion’s Mountain-Top Location
As Earth Becomes – The Global Promised Land
Yes, Humans’ Own Homefront, Habitat Space-Station

(Yes, This World’s First Honorable United Human Nations)

… and Into The  Godly Realm … GOD Will Let Us Go
… into The Splendiferous, Spectacular Sector!
Into The Spiritual Area – Where Eternity Roams
Close To The Vibrant & Blindingly-Brilliant, Light-Vector

                           Written & ©:  7/13/2013

                           By:  The MoonBee

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That Kind of Day

That Kind of Day

The cat just hissed and slunk away
the dog low growled and hid,
squirrels sat teary eyed in tails,
sparrows still on ‘lectric rails.
Oil skin clouds sailing past
billowing dark pirates bones
sun, as hostage, tied to mast
moon in slivered shiver tones.
Cold steel shrapnel’s stinging touch
reddened cheeks unwanted blush.
The cat just hissed and slunk away,
it was just that kind of day.

for SKAT A Any Old Poem Will Do #3 contest
John G. Lawless

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Come on Baby

Hey, come on baby,
lets blow this place;
come with me and lets make love
under the tall oak tree.
Hear the birds sing,
they tweet and tweet,
and the sun bakes our naked bodies,
as ants tickle at our feet;
making love with me,
making love with you,
and nature is watching
as we perform art.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
between Neptune and Cloud 9,
as asteroids collide together
exploding silent bombs in space,
like the love we make, except not so silent,
we go to that place, you make me love you even more,
when we love each other in that place.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
and as we finish and cuddle, smoking cigarettes
and watching the sun set,
we go to that place,
between the walls of Neptune and Jupiter
on the rings of Saturn,
and Pluto just sits there minding it's own business.

There is a place out there, somewhere,
a much better place than here,
let's pack our bags and go.


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In My Hands

You are a fire in my hands
Guarding me from the dark
And keeping me warm
And even as the flames leap 
Higher, I'll blow gently
Encouraging the flames
Ever hotter
Because I love to see
The pretty colors
And even when my palms
Burn and blister
I can't bear to see the
Light fade, because
Perhaps the dark
Was painless
But only because 
I felt nothing at all

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I Come With Love

Dead sores and bruised toes
Up and down the silent shores
Cuts deep, drilled by poisonous foes
In and out of dungeons and dangerous holes

Skeletal thin; hardly covered with skin
Shallow faced and hollowed cheeks up my chin
Been traveling in deserts violent and mean
Sad nights, weirdly pitch black and dim

Up, through and under misty mountains void of life
Stumbling and falling I walked on in the dearth of light
Now torn garments and a skeletal shadow braces my sight
Startling and bearing witness to the consequences of my fight

With bruised toes and sores thus I come
With deep cuts drilled by foes, I arrive home
Past misty mountains, through, up and above
I stoutly come home with love

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Magic Beans

Many regard "Jack and the Bean Stalk" story
to be a myth or a fairytale - for me, the story is metaphorical.
The magic beans are seeds of life from the gods, that bless
the wombs of Earth's daughters. Newly born babies are the seeds that grow
to the heavens, where the heavens I'm talking about is Enlightenment. The land of the giants, stepping on clouds, is the realm of the gods.

Don't take my thoughts too seriously,
for this is just my opinion.

Date: 05/01/2015

Name: Teddy Kimathi

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Red light, Green light, cigarette buds

Red light, Green light, cigarette buds

Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
that were punched out in the ashtray we all call 'reality'
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life
and the cigarette buds that littered his so-called 'great life'


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They claim thousands of lives everyday,
carrying out mass executions on innocent souls. A lot of training
is done in their secret hideouts - learning to make bombs, and shoot. They
do all this training not because of any forthcoming war, but only to annihilate
those who don't take heed to their code of living and believing. They
believe that by following their code, heavens will open the doors,
for their souls to enter. They are puppets being controlled by the code,
which moves their heads, legs and hands, using invisible strings......

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Stuff I Wonder

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxiety about your shortness of time?
Is this life the one you had in mind as a child?
When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream?
Or is it your nightmare?
Or something in between?
If so, which parts are closest to your dream
and what were you doing
and how old were you
and who did you live with
as this became your dream?
Were these relationships good dream mentors for you?
How did you get to this day, this place, this vocation?
When did the nightmares start
and are they something more than the fear
of your own cherished dream's loss?
What is that one thing that sets you apart,
that is your unique character fingerprint?
How is your identity unique from all other identities alive now,
or in the past,
or in future generations?
And, if your uniqueness is no one thing,
but a constellation of attributes,
characteristics, dreams, fears, wisdom,
aspirations, relationships, memories,
then how is any one of those unique to you,
and if none is,
after due consideration,
then how are you not part of me
and all that is related to you
that is also related to others
that are less directly related to you,
on back to the emergence of memory capacity itself?
What do you imagine was that first memory?
Do you think it was of longing or belonging,
or somehow both,
like the contentment waiting within harmonic contention,
resolution waving toward our future,
still waiting in noncontentious background?
Is this content intuited as in-format-ionic,
to know and love nature's wise re-solutions?
Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,
Yin- and Yang-tempered resolutions,
optimizing balanced incoming diastolic form
and outgoing memory-folded content?
It's that prime permaculturally balanced,
optimizing enculturation's meaning
by minimizing  future's monoculturally rapacious dissonance?

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Silver Bells

Glimpsing his velvet silhouette amid the locker rooms shower...
Bronzed beauties masculine muscular physique; hypnotized by surprise ??
This golden stallion stirring emotions deep inside i never knew but could dare deny
Every ripple as every breath; feeling the blood, rushing to my head; making my way 
Unto his stall flowing locks, sandy blonde hair glistening droplets; crystals, hazel eyes. 

................................... * Smile, A Poem For Fun, LOL. ~  

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Anatomy of Destiny

Every letter that makes up a story of our future or fate,
is deeply dyed in everything we come across, and we'll
come across in the future; may it be the moonlight, rivers,
lover, book, television, jungle,....anything your eyes have
laid or will lay upon.

Our lives are made up of myriads of invisible letters;
letters that we can only see in deep silence. It is at
that moment that you are in a state of meditation,
that letters form words, words form paragraphs,
finally making a story of your entire life!

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The phone call went badly, again -
the old arguments about ego & neglect
and how you didn’t love me, not really.
And the weeping.
At 50, she was still stuck,
repeating the same accusations.
“The damage, the damage you caused.”
She didn’t want her mother to think
she’d come through it unscathed.
Not ever. She’d worked too hard to
become something she wasn’t,
someone must be to blame.
She was so clever, so clean, so intelligent -
how could she be so unhappy?
The unformed artist weighed down
by someone else’s baggage.
When her artist/mother said:
You have to work with it, use it, create with it,
she howled: “Stop talking over me.”
It was like saying get rid of yourself.
Knowing herself that well,
she hardly knew what she was.

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Unfettered and Free

Unfettered and Free
Unfettered and free, Seeking my ultimate destiny, Flying through a dark, cobalt blue sky, Like an extra light kite, Effortlessly taking flight, With strong wings, like a sleek bird I soar. Friendly, gentle winds propelling me to greater heights, Up, up, up - High above big, billowy, cotton ball clouds, Higher, higher, higher - Rising into the atmosphere, Gliding through the troposphere, Reaching for the stratosphere, Shooting like Halley’s Comet through the mesosphere, Catapulting into the thermosphere, Then with extraordinary speed, like a rocket I exit the exosphere. Breaking free - Not even gravity has the power to pull me down. No longer a victim of Earth’s self-imposed boundaries, Nothing can stop me now – As a child of the universe, I’m valiantly venturing into the unknown, To the mysterious stars where I belong, To infinity and beyond - Unfettered and free!

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Twilight Is A Sudden Sadness

Who am I to know that
the existence of heaven lives
in the pause between breaths
or that the story of creation is
a searing scar in the side of Jesus?

I have collected my pleasures,
like monsoons collect the dead,
have collected my memories,
the raw force of vitality,

the swift silk of a spider’s web,
the emptiness of being, all of this:
a country of vibrant emotions.

I have touched the sea with my hands,
bringing them together, feeling the abrupt
salt between my fingers, torrid like
the stinging whip of a lover:

Her tongue burns me alive with
its naked wine; her eyes dig
into the depths of mine.

Who am I to know that the Kingdom of God
lives in the stones, the fire, the water, the mud,
or that twilight is a sudden sadness like
gray blood clots caused by black thorns?

Still, my excitement is like a tower
of energy or a vigorous burst of sperm
or the moonlight’s mysteries fitting its key
into my soul where a secret stillness

wallows in its swaggering bliss.
I have tasted the meat of the universe,
its heart, its lungs, its liver, tasting it
with my gentleness, a gentleness like

soft lips, or a feather, or a lover’s whisper:
Her mouth burns me alive with its
raw juice; her heart feeds from mine.

Who am I to know that the Supreme Spirit
lives in the flies, the lice, the grub, or that
death’s bitter sorrow lives in the dust, the bones,
the ash, or in the agony of a broken heart?

—once, Jesus summoned me. He undid
his wounds with the jagged blades of 
my tears. I held him, embracing him, saying:

My brother, my brother, my peaceful brother...
who am I... to know... who I am?

From my first book: 'In Forbidden Language'

©dah / Stillpoint Books 2010
all rights reserved

With an introduction by Eve Hogard

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Emotional Breakdown

Red is the story of love
Till the never bit ending
Like the amazing gift from above
As his hands were nailed and knees bending.

Orange is the story of temptation
Making life a bit hazy
Full of manipulation
The world is going crazy.

Yellow is the story of passion
Swallowed by the depths of the eyes
As they begin clashing
Caught in a trance and mesmerized.

Green is the story of envy
Torn between love and hate
Sending goosebumps into a frenzy
Plundering up traps for bait.

Blue is the story of sadness
With tears running down
Forever lost in the world of darkness
A smile spinning around into a frown.

Purple is the story of madness
As the world turns
Uncovering all the badness
As the world burns.

The rainbow is miraculous colors of emotion
Sometimes misread and not understood
Like the power of potion
Also used like a hood.

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You move
Like some mythical beast
Who would not have been you
If there were any options

Your thoughts
Are like some invisible sculpture
Draped in the deepest mysteries
Of the madness in man's dreams

You speak
Like some antediluvian prophet with your
Arcane gestures and half forgotten metaphors
Dredged from somewhere in the deepest past

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For Him

When in April 2013
Her soul fled... ignited
Like a car engine...
Still, he steered hard on her timid face

Oh passion mixed with tension
Even at a Praying Ground?
On her, he kissed with words
Making her dance and say 'cheese'

Into her soul like showers of waters
Penetrating her resilient heart
With words, rhymes and signs
As such..she scattered her Brazilian hair

At every little chance,
she, of his name, chant
Even in the belly of struggle
she lept in bubbles with jumping smiles

Wow! the - vocally endowed!
Little wonder,that feeling of 'Somehow'
Caress the walls of her pointed nipples
As she murmurs ...With a loud silence.

Painstakingly combing a breath of fresh air
In and out of her very unique nostrils
Like a helpless lamb in the altar
..Curling the angered joy of distance.

Words, rhymes, massaging rhythms
To the veins in her flowing blood
Back, front, left and right
Signalling at her swelling "Kinni"

"I will never let you go..."
The song she sang with a resounding bang
Ko-La 'wole' come in to stay, stalk me today
Into the bottomless deep of my sweating "Kinni"

Cos from 'Maba, she, in irony surrender,'
Her head, her shoulders, her feelings, her soul
Like they've long belong
To Bankole Kolawole, her funky, naughty Lover.

(NB: Maba is a place along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, Nigeria)
"Kinni" literally means "something".

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Frivolous Poem About Fairies

Fairies dance on clouds.
Where will you find space to dance?
The drama is in the action
not in the verb.

Go on that stage when you find it,
     innocently seeking.
It is better not to be alone,
but if you must be alone,
shake the dust from your boots
and dance with an imaginary fairy.

Break through that dream-portal
into reality and the light of dawning day.
Restore from wandering as you discover
	the dance of flies,
	and the dance of shadows.

The daydream depends on grains for its making.
Whether the grains are of sand or of wheat,
they fall alike to earth as does starlight.
You must grow gossamer wings
	in your mind before you fly,

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The Worn and Weathered Wishes

In every fraud
There is a bit of the hero.
So I remain lofty in my crystal tower,
And the refugees take shelter
In wormwood times,
Thinking of the worn and weathered wishes
Of dreams turned back.

Placing your bet,
You revolve and cast yourself naked,
Witnessing the revival of your hopes.
And you prepare to cut yourself
From the deck into solitude,
Thinking of the worn and weathered wishes
Of dreams turned back.

I can find no blemish
In your reality,
Yet your questions perish daily
Like untended orchards,
Thinking of the worn and weathered wishes
Of dreams turned back.

July 1971

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Waiting For a Delay

Time was killing you in a bus station,
sitting on a rather hard bench
waiting for the next escape.
Then you finished your book
and all you had left was to wait
and wait some more.
	The bus was late;
snow fell and black ice formed
on the road, causing delays

There was no redeeming your ticket,
so you slept through the night
	and dreamed.  
A magnificent cloth was spread
on the lawn of a country tavern.
Everything you ever wanted to eat
was there, but you had no fork
	and no spoon.

It occurred to you that 
	when in the East
do as the east does--
	eat with your fingers.
And you would, but you were
	whisked away.
Upon a mountain you witnessed
	a menagerie of animals
crowding into a hollow log to sleep.

They tossed and turned and jostled
	for space with animal elbows,
but there was no room to spare.
You wanted to give them a home
	near your home,
but by then you have forgotten
	where home was.

A parachute drifted down from the sky
and remarkably there was a package
addressed to you which contained a letter
with instructions for your next dream.
Then you remembered
	that you were hungry.

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A Tree

I am a tree
Sitting contently
Atop this hill
Flourishing beautifully
In the springtime
Turning my foliage
Lush and green
Until Autumn 
When my leaves drift away
Surviving the cold winter
Bare and fragile
And the cycle continues
Looking out over the world
Yet childish
Yet weak
I am strong
I am a tree

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Blueberry Sky

Through the windshield,
a splendid view.
Even though moving 
along highway lanes 
at a rapid pace, 
we seemed to advance 
in slow motion.

The sky enveloped 
us in a cocoon,
folding in on all sides.

Powder puff clouds
dotted a canopy of clear blue,
dollops of whipped cream
on slabs of Jell-O.

In spots, stretched thin,
as though a giant invisible broom
swept through the wispy puffs

and smeared frosting
on a Kool-aid cake.

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Break Me Wide Open

Go ahead!
Break me wide open 
spread me out thin the dough beneath the well dusted rolling pin

Slender my edges and refine my rounded shape
push me away from you with each forceful roll
extend me 
in our mutual exertion to define it straighten me slowly carefully gently lovingly...this time
as the white page spread beneath the 17th century palm in hopeful contemplation
Indeed serious intent born of the preciousness of the white page alone
Can you feel the writer catching his breath with which to begin
Yes I FEEL YOU catching yours just now
In brave... bravest planned intent

So... this time break me wide 
But also.... then true

The confession after the lie that has lain between us for years in good stead

As the little perfect pale egg in your bowl on any given Saturday morning 
with a single sudden tap
just a brisk strike 
               ...spoken from bowed head and with averted eyes
that you will insist on bringing round to meet mine 
Lest I find weakness in your delivery and once more deny you this
Go ahead...try to write out the final passages of this our tall and long tale
You may use an ink well if you wish and a quill
If it will add romance...ambiance
But first you will need to erase...the expression on your face when you last saw me for the first
Your face filled with the sudden sunlight of your own unencumbered sunrise breaking wide open 
across your tired sky
at the first crest of my visage embrace
With pupils dilating and grin spread vista wide across yours only breathtaking gorgeous lined face
Go ahead mine truest love
Break me wide open for the sky 
that I can love the world in perfection
Before I die

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Arising and perishing
in hasty retreat
the wheat
cycles forth
sallies forth
is young
green shoots
old mold
in granaries
and minds strain
to comprehend
the sweep of action
betraying nothing

See the waving
seas of wheat
wind blown
seas of wheat
earth caressing
seas of wheat.

Change accelerates
and the mind state alters
in ascending tempo.
What was new today
new mornings
new ideas
in pillows of light and shadow
and fog.

That which was
shining forth
from the window
is hazy desolation
sand eroded

Wonder at this.

November 1970
Greeley, Colorado

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The Hollow

Take rest
No heart
Tear the fabric and laid to rest
Don't let the teeth tear you
Bites are harder than skin

Murder the widow for the poison
And tear your face to reveal the mask
Show it to scare the monsters
Eat them instead

Queen of the nightmares
Eight eyes leave a lot of empty sockets
When they rot at your feet
Spit it back at them

Walk further down the path
There is no light here
Fake your empathy and love
So that it hurts them more
When they find out

Spite is the reason to feel
The rush of pleasure
When the life runs from their heart
Fuel your hollow

There is nothing to fear but the body
And what remains

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Conflicted or star crossed lovers

Not a day goes by I don't think of you
you have permeated my fortress and walk freely in all its rooms
(examining it's furnishings)
how did I allow you entry without the
usual search scan and seizure ?
I'ts like a foreign substance and all
my antibodies are seeking to eradicate
your presence (anti-christs)
My mind and heart find your entrance exhilarating 
like ecstasy ( a neurologically happy drug ,
which by the way I've never imbibed in but the
other one I'm only slightly familiar with)
My body wants to throw you off like some
intruder to the death it lies in bondaged slavery of.
I finally understand the WAR.
I want to isolate this substance and imbibe at will
or as often as I desire.
There's no corner on the market for this substance,
you can only get this by freely accepting it as your 
own life blood , the loss of which kills us , but it's
flow is what keeps us alive.
I desire to lay in it's bliss
like basking in a warm sun's rays
unfortunately I burn easily , so I usually limit 
my exposure to substances I feel may do me damage.
But OH , HOW GOOD this FEELS , as though I should
have been born to this naturally .
But NO , love is not the natural substance of the world
in it's battlements and fortresses erected by men and
so thoroughly indoctrinated into his very being .
I just want to bottle this and share it with everyone.
But everyone "knows" every really really great substance
wears off and kicking the habit is way way painful .
But I want to suck this up and live in it , to have the heat
of it never dim , until it is an all consuming fire that lights
everything in it's sphere . Yes LOVE JUNKIE , child of God
a shameless addict to truth about the paths people choose
to "lose" themselves on . 
I've been like a bloodhound sniffing out every trail looking
for this substance the one that transforms you into fully
brilliantly vibrantly alive , and to roll in it until every fiber
of my being is saturated with it's fragrance.
The factory that manufactures this is built within , 
and I want unlimited access  , but my own body has
set up perimeters and walls to fence off my full access 
to my own God given life source ..(the curse)
You can only have full admittance when you can use
it's power to give life and not destroy others , to be 
able to manage it usefully for the benefit of all.
But I'm a natural indulgent in what feels good , 
substances always on the intake , seeking to have a 
balm that shields me from being abused or seeing 
my own abuses of Life. My ability to utilize a substance
so powerful is limited by my training , my will and my
exposure to everything that seeks to sell it on the open
market like a thrill seeker , or cheap whore who can be
had for a bouquet and dinner , which is quickly consumed
in one night and disappears tomorrow . Nothing that the
world offers can even slightly imitate the magnitude and 
power residing where Love dwells . When you've been 
allowed to taste its manna , the desire for a plateful
is now not even enough but the drive to constant partaking
of its presence is now an all consuming fire and I am 
driven to sign up for the lifetime plan . For better is a life
that feeds on love daily , than to choke and suffocate on
the bowls of hatred served up daily in the worlds menu.
I have relished the view from opposite sides of the room ,
when you're ready  for the permanent plan you will 
have to crossover to the other side . I know you read me,
like the good book , and when you understand you can
hide it from the world , but not from me , or yourself .
We want full access to the wellspring of life and love , I'm
willing to share the source , but it's a limited partnership (MLP)
on a lifetime plan , but it's riches are infinite and can only
be provided by the source. If you're willing to crossover , 
I'll allow you re-entry and full access ... Love  

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Verse Gets Annoying sometimes - argument for change in poetry -

Can one not speak in verse to the page?
 As if it were Darwin instead of David? 
 The words would flow better, 
 and not be hyperboled from California to the Atlantic.

 That act of styling would not work well. 
 Well, not in this sense of Socrates opposed to Tom Cruise. 
 The words would be simpler, 
 and with that, be a strike in the baseball game of wordsmiths. 

 Can this be rhetorical? 
 Only if the force of gravity on the moon is 
 six times lighter than on Earth. 

 This poem on politics of poetry shall be written in verse. 
 Only allowing the meaning to be mass, and the structure, weight.

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Secrets are like hidden treasure
waiting to be discovered
Like the forbidden fruit
waiting to be plucked
Like a veil of lies
covering the face of truth
Like the darkness of ignorance 
overshadowing the bright light of wisdom
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 

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I usually find the taste of coffee
Far too bitter for my taste
But this mocha is smooth 
And so sweet

Warm on my lips
And rushing hot on my tongue
Flooding my body with heat
And making me want more

I feel more awake with every sip
But can never get enough
Since mocha coffee is addictive
And if the taste is slightly bitter too

I want it all the more

Author's Note: Do I really like coffee? No. Like the smell, like the ice cream, but tastes icky.
No, this poem is talking about a person. This was written to tease him.
It's funny because he's mocha colored :)

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The Horizon of Perception

If you stare at the sun long enough,

your eyes will become the desert 

they’ve always failed to see;

Just beyond the limits of their

perception. Empty, dry and tragic. 

If you stare into a pool of water

long enough, you’ll see the vivid 

reflection of years meant to wade 

through relevance, yet stopped short,

trapped in the irises you’ve held 

in a skull destined to become part

of an ocean’s reef; another story

lodged in the coral of ironic distraction.

If you read these words, and look into


                 …just long enough

You’ll see a life meant to be defined 

not by the elements around you,

but by the intention in which you

choose to see, and be seen. 

The ripples in the water,

made by your stroke could

drown you, or push you further

toward a destiny written in the 

eyes of elements curated by a

glow not of the sun, but of your own. 

You are at the helm,

twaddling notes, denoting 

the curious expectations of 

a young drifting sum of celestial 

coordination. Where you go is 

up to you. What you see, feel,

what you hear, taste,

What you change… 

is in the heart of each moment 

you continue to turn the cogs

of understanding, and breathe in

the truth of why the wind pushes 

you toward a horizon that continues 

to stray. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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My pet

My pet is an E.T. come from far outer space,
In that incredible green morning full of grace,
Ready to take compassion on uncomfortable race.
I mistook him for a vainglorious giant green ant,
Or a friendly, playful silver chameleon vagrant 
In a strange green cage like an UFO, or a bright cube;
A changeable dark hollow sphere, ellipsoid or tube 
Was his environment, where he felt incredibly free.
A fullerene as molecule composed entirely of C,
Might resemble his changeable colors and forms...
Coming from other world, he had different norms.
Like a tortoise or a snail with their long life shells,
He bore his genetic and civilization dowry`s codes,
And no hesitation in polishing them in many modes
Of significant recollections as invisible diamonds
In some allotropes forms with recordable sounds.
In their world, the injured ET always may complain
Regarding the rude restrictive rules to self maintain,
And too severely lathe`s and Lathes` laws to bind
A submissive or subversive aim of washing mind.
If many faces gambles have gained a grinder at hand,
Deceived by logic, or urged by mirror`s command,
Whatever transformation and simulation`s tidy tie,
The judging common world expects our constancy.
In his multi-dimension space, my pet`s only obsession`s
A shift character shows multitudes of points’ collections 
By dragging a 0-dimensional object in some direction,
One obtains a 1-dimensional object and self-selection. 
By dragging a 1-dimensional object in a new direction, 
One obtains a 2-dimensional object as self-protection.
My ET pet is playing in his cube beyond the K-K project. 
Indeed ,he could collect an (n + 1)-dimensional object 
By dragging an n-dimensional object in a new direction.
In our world,this game seems to be a natural selection.
He lived upon the analogy that (n + 1)-dimensional balls 
Have n dimensional boundaries, beyond the buckyballs...

If he he had wings ,could we put him in a modern hen coop?
Our world build this as a new loop-hole or as an alarming loop...

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a feral creature called ''love''

crushed, wrecked, and shook 
like a ceramic doll I fall 

headlong and deep, deep 
into the violent stream 

of fear--fear that flows, flows
like a hurried river 

into the tributaries of my 
fearful heart which 

trembles and quakes at the 
watery inundations of its 

rippled waves; flooded 
and overflowed with 

fears and unmoved by 
promises that deceive 

with a caress I take refuge 
and secret repose 

in a thing more wild, in a 
thing more bloodthirsty,--

a feral creature called "love,"
whose kiss is a fatal bite!

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I was so Nervous

Once I was asked to sing
I was so nervous 
the spoon on the table toppled 
I was so nervous
my nose fell off my face
I was so nervous
it was felt on the other side of the world
I was so nervous
california said
they felt the earth quake
I was so nervous
Alaska told
they had an avalanche
I was so nervous
BBC called
the world's best richter scale broke
I was so nervous
the dollar commited sucide
the stocks just collapsed
I was so nervous
the haunting spirits
and the ghosts had goosebumps
I was so nervous
before my turn
I hope the world would end.


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The same sad song

She was bent on torment,
spinning around in her heels,
leaving marks on the dance floor
as he spit his faith into a beer can.
She wept for the morning,
in her own way. 
Her comfort cradled
in the weathered arms
of a transient artist.
 A 6 string that he’ll never play here again;
But she always finds those same
strings that tie her to this town.
The notes that keep her going,
                                                            writhing under every moon
                                                                                with men like him.
Hoping the sounds they make together,
will sate the burn of dawn’s solace. 
Praying for a song that will make it til’ morning.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Memories from a Stuffed Dog

Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.

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On the empty floors I am watching the nights roll
flowing in other nights.
Nature's mirror has come to give birth and to destroy
the typhoons are embracing me, an unstoppable power
in my two arms.
Between logic and the holy the notions are lost
I am turning blue inside the sky's blue.
And I return again and again to repay the same sin
upon which my own blood has dropped
and with blood I try for centuries to pay.
My form is drawing circles
-what is your name?-my name is Human.
Can this mortality embrace the darkness?
Can my bare hands hold within them the air?
I was born for the renaissance of colours,
I threw green and yellow at the edge of the horizon,
I painted red the lost dreams of history
and I placed white on all the spots of the sky.
I was born to destroy and I dig pits everyday,
I bury inside them living truths and I cover them with shovel and water.
Be quiet! The seasons are sleeping...
With small knives I carve the corners of the world
until I find the bone to puncture it, deeper and deeper.
Our fears are breaks of the Universe
they are transfered from planet to planet,
they change orbit, while cleaving the clouds.
''Learn how to walk, learn how to talk, learn how to kiss, learn how to leave, learn how to love, learn how to kill"...
Hollow bodies at the mountains top are burning with the flames of redemption.
They carry the same rock everyday, everynight until they reach the end,
the end that doesn't exist.
They fill the glasses with water, the glasses that dont have bottom.
Don't ask me to change the world, you only gave me soil but you have forgotten the water
and with hands dry and dirty I collect time to repay you
for your graces, because there is light and there is darkness, because I stop in front of red and I walk in front of green.
But you don't know, you don't, that I find strenght everyday, since I opened my eyes,
I am preparing in silence and I am clentcing my teeth
because the time will come, when I will throw a big punch at this carton world,
I will tear it up in half and I will see what lies behind,
behind the lie.
Shaken off from my dirty morality
I will touch the sacred redemption
I will wake up from the dream,
I will embrace at last, for the first time, reality.

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Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.

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The blood you were given

Never throw punches at the rain,
don’t doubt the pain of the sane,
nor the deranged.
Never toss change into a fountain,
and hope for a wish that you haven’t 
earned just because you have a 
nickel to spare.
Never dream without company,
lies are most easily revealed with
another set of eyes.
Never rise out of bed,
without thinking of the consequences
of getting out of your own head.
Don’t fret about the chaos,
let it flow past your bones
and sizzle at your feet.
You are alive,
now prove it to the world
before you become a memory.
Make sure that you raged,
that you were boundless.
Become not just a memory;
become a living legacy.
This is your story.
Write it in the blood 
you were given.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Stone and Fire

Stone, weathered by the ages
changing, but slowly.
Fire, burning bright and hot
dancing, beautiful but soon gone.
Stone supports the fire
Fire warms the stone.
When the fire burns out
will the stone be left scarred?

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The Caged Bird

Four white walls
and a bird,
trapped in steel cage
not free, not happy.
The walls they laugh,
closing in, holding
the bird hostage.
No windows,
no doors,
just four white walls
closing in,
on the caged bird.

I hear crying,
tears of sorrow,
so sweet, yet so sour.
It is the bird
trapped in the rusted cage-
No, just my soul
crying out,
for a warm embrace.


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Bad Friday

Friday morning 
I hopped out of the shower, 
popped over to the lavatory counter, 
flopped my most profound sexual characteristic 
down and onto a misplaced curling iron, 
burning the tender center of my-very-being. 
Ms. Careless had left a glass of iced coke, 
by her torturing implement. 
I quickly and fully submerged my pain, 
into the cooled, amber liquid. 

Friday evening 
I attended my first and last meeting 
of the Brazoria County Poetry league. 
I arrived at the BCPL president’s home 
by invitation, to hear their guest speaker, 
a young, professor of literature, 
from Rice University. 
He spoke at great length about metaphors. 
What a metaphor was. 
How poets used metaphors 
to improve imagery in poetry. 
He gave examples of metaphors, 
and more examples, 
explaining each one in detail. 
It was raining damn metaphors. 

I would have lapsed into a metaphoric coma, 
if I had not discovered my bourbon glass 
to be much too small, requiring me to rise, 
and refill it several times. 

When Dr. Metaphor finely finished I 
strolled over to where he was smiling, 
and announced that he was 
full of rhetorical trope, 
and didn’t know anything about real poetry, 
and he had stepped on a metonymy 
and it stank the room up. 
And we poets from the sticks 
didn’t need a hot-shot from Houston 
telling us how to write poetry. 
and the president of the BCPL 
grabbed my arm, 
and snatched my glass from my hand, 
and it still had boozes in it. 
And he promenaded me to the door, 
and assured me that I was talent-less, 
and that drinking myself to death 
would be my one and only contribution to poetry. 
He pushed me out of his home, 
onto his front steps, 
slammed the door in my face, 
after suggesting 
I never attend another meeting of the BCPL. 
For a moment, I was stunned, 
then bowing to his authority 
I hurled on his “Welcome” mat. 

And Friday morning 
as I stood in the bathroom 
cradling my tormented body element 
with both hands, 
the Queen of the Bastille entered, 
demanded to know -What my problem was? 
I informed her I had no problem, 
and suggested she drink her damn coke… 
before the ice melted. 

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As I gently hold your rounded body
close to my chest you see through me to read 
the tablature in my heart and feel the beat
emanating from it;

involuntarily I shut my eyes 
to braille read you with my calloused left hand finger tips 
as it moves up and down the fret board
caressing your long giraffe neck; 

I sit there with you and hum
soulful melodies as my right hand strum
your tuned up strings and my left hand fretting
a progression of chords belonging 
to the same key;

you never say to me a word or two
yo never tell me you are tired	
but when I have a song to do
I sit there with you
and hold you close to my chest,
Strum you, caress you and 
you give a soulful  melody with all your best; 

I sit there with you, compose songs 
and sometimes cry on you 
and sometimes smile to you
I fret you, I strum you
But you never say a word or two 
You never tell me you are tired
I sit there with you and 
hope that your strings will not break;

Bojosi Ditshwele ©

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Go Figure those Weeblitz Cry the Walliforth

“Go Figure…Those Weeblitz”… cry the Walliforth!
By Ingrid Showalter Swift

Of Walliforth...the Dreggors Gorth!
with calls of frobulation
The Spraliwongs do bleet and frong 
In roudious trapulation
the Wonder Bigiums flaunt their sternest defra-get-ulation!!!

but  still moril !
in magical mill…… in marvelous migration…
the Weeblitz sing 
a lilty wing
…………………of stupendous  

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The Manhunter

Let go of the fear,
Let go of the pride.
Can I take a walk
with you by my side?

Walking down a dark, narrow path,
It's scary, I know!
Especially when there are man hunters,
waiting in caves down below---

To steal you away
from your straight, narrow path,
where they lead you to dark spaces
handing you the aftermath.

Oh how careless am I!
I don't have to fear the man hunter.
I can choose to run,
and I be the hunter.

Let go of the fear,
Let go of the pride.
I choose to walk in silence
with you by my side.

c2013 Julie Rasley

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Life in a Cake

To make a good cake,
one has to use the right
ingredients to make it
tasty, shapely and attractive
to look at

One has to mix the different
ingredients at different stages,
in order to have the right texture

Finally, one has to put the cake
in the oven, and bake
it at the right temperatures
at a specified time interval

Just like making a cake,
we ought to make the right choices,
in order to make our lives pleasant and peaceful

We ought to go one step at a time
in the choices we make,
in order to have a balanced life

To have a successful life,
we ought to have patience,
and right spirit of persistence

A successful life and a well-baked cake
in the end depend on the choices we make
at every stage

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On The Garden Path

" In The Pathway Of Light 
I Have Seen 
Deluded Dreams 
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fell At My Feet 
Where We, 
Had Made Plans To Meet ... " 

And I Waited & Waited
For You To Come
I Waited Until
The Morning Sun
And Then I Could
Wait No More ...
For The Rains
Had Started To Pour ...

Alas, My Soul
My Love, My Heart
My Happiness, My Hope
Once Bright
... Now Dark
Drenched & Merged
On That Muddied Path
& In Puddles In The Grass

... there Splashed The Plans
That We Had Made
To Meet-Right There
and Run Away
and Escape 
Into The Night
With A Brand New Start 
In Sight ...

But Now I Pace 
This Path Alone
With Footsteps Faced 
Towards The Unknown
But Wait - Tho' Late
& Past The Storm
... I Run Into 
Trustworthy Arms  ! ...

" In The Pathway Of Light 
We Have Seen
Our Starry Dreams
and Mist-Moonbeams 
In The Garden, 
They Fall At Our Feet 
Where We Dance  
To Love's Heartbeats "

                 Re-Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/23/2013 
                           by:  MoonBee Canady

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Love Is Such a Fleeting Thing

Love is such a fleeting thing -
it flies against the rocks
like a seascape with crashing violence
upon a shore well-weathered.

Painted clearly in the primitive mind
	is a picture of that hue.
More than primitive would it be
	if lust did not intrude.

You will know when it is finished,
spoke the muse as she leaned
	against the door.
Only rabid dogs walk on wobbly legs.

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I will carry the moon

Is it just that I seize the throe of your peer's pluck?
I, your most faithful servant come calmly into 
your womb of beauty, only to be chaffed by the lack
of it's current.
Is it I, that makes the flower wither? 
I have broken such before,
under heavy moons I thought
not worth the weight of ponder.
My young heart, defeated by its own selfishness. 
Will your anger be my penance for the sins
of nights spent without what I have been so 
certain was to be my salvation? 
Hell is surely your fury,
for nothing has ever been
as arduous as the slip of 
our comfort.
And yet, I cannot let it fall, not this.
Not us. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Flowers Bloom

The toppling hyacinth,
Excitedly bursting at every corner
To show the world its colour.

The soft chrysanthemum,
A rosy brush of autumn's breath,
So stoic in their blush.

The pale gardenia,
A soft unfolding in cautious masses,
The tokens of a lover.

The quiet lilac,
Without a care for frill or grace,
Growing where it may.

The meadow shifts.
There is such blissful sorrow
In watching flowers bloom

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Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light

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love for dessert

Eat a large breakfast of friendship,
A small lunch of secrets and desires,
A little snack of care and tears,
A fine dinner of trust,
A kiss and a hug and
For dessert a big bowl of eternal love.
What a day!


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You Can Be

What would anyone do
if I woke up one day
and decided I was
going to be the next
That I was going to steal my fathers gun,
and of course I start with him,
the feelings so rough,
tears bursting from my eyes.
I move on to my mother,
my brother,
my grandparents,
and with every kill
the emotion ebbs away.
Things get easier.
What would anyone do
if that day I
proclaimed to the world
that I no longer wanted to
live in this world?
I created the noose
from my old Playstation 3 controller cords,
wrote my last words
"To the world, **** you"
and made an ornament
out of myself on the
back of my bedroom door.
What would anyone do
if I decided one day that
The world is full of pixies and unicorns!
that everything was red,
oh but not the light fire red,
but instead the color of blood,
oh how magnificent things look!
I work for the trolls under
the bridge behind my house
he pays me in finger nails!
You told me I can be anything,
do anything,
so why do you look at me like I'm crazy?
I see the fairies, not you,
so who are you to say I'm insane?
They tell me I'm perfectly alright.
I never really understand why
people were comforted by such an obvious phrase,
I KNOW I can do whatever I want!
Just like Jim Jones wanted to
control and murder 1,000 people,
just like how the people of Rwanda
murdered each other;
brothers, fathers, neighbors fighting each other.
So what if I want to conquer china,
put rat poison in all the exports
and watch the world die,
its my decision right?
you told me so,
and I'll plead that,
I'll plead that you told me
I can murder the whole world,
start the zombie apocalypse,
destroy all animals in the world,
when I'm up in that electric chair.
Hello my future,
Good-bye Sanity.

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I am tired of being *uc* by people that have lost their guts.
Ain’t in nothing but ducky tubs washing their butts.
Plus, the earth is barren.
The trees are sticks without leaves.
This is because the Lord ain’t sending any sunshine not pleased.
Mankind lost their minds long-ago.
The unknown has contemplated.
Then they wash their clothes in unclean water.
However, their mentality knows nothing of this.

Why do we live in two mediums?

The political picture is our leaders are deceiving us.
We must stand our ground in this Powerhouse.
If we do not, we will suffer from capitalism.
The antidote states that experience is the best teacher.
If we don’t deploy advocacy, this democracy will become rancor.
We are the people.
Therefore, we are what have construct.
Political activism is fostered.
Political asylum is festered.
This is our nation; therefore, let us augment the strength we have.
The closing remark is if we don’t, no one will.
Penned on May 14, 2014!

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Lover's Spirit Transcendent

In the heavens of hell’s virginity,
Marble illuminates her being of celestial.
Lightening sparks bright into infinity,
Thunder roars, her beauty exceptional.
Harbored lost souls will regretfully reap,
Life as a mere nightmarish summation.
Spirits and demons cast in paradoxical sleep,
Crescendo in lullaby as chaos insinuation.
Voices in her head quicken into lulled insanity,
Devils cheer louder as deities cast lots.
Nails frantically digging fingers into profanity,
Twirling, twisting into nervous anxiety knots.
Light diminishing, no final wishes of resurrection,
Hell’s rapture continually fiction; allegorical.
Glassy limp last gaze at her endless rejection,
She surrenders in sleep to a false oracle.

Epochs race through time into virgin birth,
Clouds of other do play unknowingly blithe.
Voices and life of lost souls expresses mirth.
Silence is aware, commencing the riddles lithe.
Sweeping valley of frozen destiny, lovers wandered,
Rusty with the breeze those memories do sway.
Illuminated before them, thoughts of others squandered,
Fire and brimstone covered path leads the way.
In the waters of false prophesy the truth abounds,
The well of words dangerously wear at lover’s core.
Translucent, floating in noxious, thick surrounds,
Her beautiful bridal gown doth unfold before.
Flowing in the gentle wind of repeated history,
Revealing notions remaining quiet, long since been,
Exposing the secret pat, answers of mystery,
She lingers on air that has forsaken him long ago in sin.

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I Dreamed I Saw Picasso

Wasting your eyes on the folly
Of word fits
You tighten your collar
Against the wind of the season
And sensation's ax slices a crucifix
Into your chest.
Trembling, you withdraw a part of yourself
Into the cocoon of indexed fingers.

In the South country
Arms of Karma flag the checks
In flashing patterns of light and dark.
(Sell yourself; sell a drop of bitter.)
Tribes engage in diatribes,
So although you speak in vain,
Explain yourself thoroughly
My aging gray.

Part of every collision
Is found in the fault
Of violent, unsuppressed sneezes.
In your turn, pushing all bodies ahead,
And waxing old,
You rest.
Grey dreams hang like spider webs,
Some tattered,
Beyond my consciousness.

Endings are much better for talking
To crowds of crows
And for sending rats to sleeping places
In the straw.
Even men tie ribbons around the sun.
I give it to you, brother;
Tell me all your cares
When I go to war with the Druids.

Lift up a burning;
Nod the day.
It snows beyond ten million kilowatts
Of Heathkit, ready made mammals.
Post me airborne through the mails.
Tell me when I arrive
That various men have come through
Lesser traumas unscathed.
When eating visualize an upside down bird cage.
Preserve your thoughts in cans;
Eat them only when starving.

12 November 1971

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The Box

Where I live is in between
A memory and a dream
Walking a tightrope each day
I light my self on fire
And take a big box
And head down Main Street
The weasels in the front of Bill’s Cafe
Love it, spewing hate and spit
And laughing at me because they don’t know
What I know
I know the truth
The cold hard dark truth

Yes I have seen the burning bush
I have stood on the mountain
I have heard the words of Martin Luther King, Jr.
And I too have a dream
I have dream that one day a man 
Will not have to live in a box on the streets of Bogota 
The slums of Shanty Town will rise above the sewage
That the stench of death on the road to the Congo 
Will rise over our heads and blow towards the lands of freedom

Once the west has felt and seen the pain our brothers are in
We shall as a people, as a nation, as a world rise up and crush the inequities of
Poverty and prejudice and cast off the yoke of oppression.
I see that day as clearly as I see the dream of the ancient God’s
They will crumble at our feet and we shall walk upon them as Jesus 
Walked on water.

Come one, come all ye sinners for Jesus is a trick on the weak and faithful.
The men of the cloth need you to believe.   
Don’t fear the truth because you will never know it.
Trust in me for I will save you.
Now how about a bit of money for your savior? 
Kneel by the alter, supplication
Come boy help your Father

I need the box you see for it is my home
I live (if you call it that) on the streets 
Of America’s home towns
I’m on the corner of your cities
The greenbelts of your suburbs
I am the coyote of humanity
And I am coming to take apart your lives
Limb by limb, bank account by bank account
Your debit cards and credit cards can’t buy my loyalty
I will disembowel your nuclear family
And leave you wishing that your Beamer 
Wasn’t bloody red
I will wash the streets with your sin

And then I will go back and live in my box
Alone with my dream. 

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Fashionable March

 I find myself trapped by bodies that move with this continuous stride and feet that march with fashionable certainty. My feet falter sideways to make room as I’m forced to face the faces, forced to catch the eyes that catch on me. Changing direction at this point would only draw more attention. So I step through the exit, reducing in size and I reach for my entrance.

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Silver Tongue

His fingers left blood on the strings 

but, come time to walk away he hadn’t really learned anything.

Course and dried brushes sit atop the rubbish,

His mind held a perfection too delicate for his clumsy hands to create.

He opened his mouth to sing like a jay but, instead of notes it was rust that fell out. Part of the wear and tear of early adulthood.

But then, this same boy picked up a pen and found some paper. The pen in his hand felt as natural his own bones and he began to write.

He wrote every tear

He scribed every star

He built towers from mountains with every line

High enough that the angel’s just might hear them.

He made pages for chapters of his life that could make those seraphim weep sapphire tears.

He could write the wind blowing across the nape of your neck in Autumn

And make you feel the chill on your skin.

He could articulate the sad beauty of a lover’s quarrel that ends in tears

If they cry, it makes it all more real.

He documents the history of a war inside himself that will never end.

The loss and the gain,

But not those of monetary nature.

When life begins to scream around him

All he must do to silence it is to put it in a stanza.

The boy’s tongue can pave the way for good intentions, and we all know those can fall South. He finds strength. And with this Strength a power.

Finally the boy knew his gift. But how is he meant to use it and who will truly listen to the personal strands of his soul he ties together with punctuation?

And now that he has tasted the pleasure of his power, will that be enough?

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Primordial Waves

From within the flux its breath sweeps the shoreline,
Sometimes spewing forth flotsam and jetsam
Lolling us to sleep with its soothing savoury sighs.
Its siren calls hypnotising the unwary and confidant.
Drawing us to depths of hidden fury and peace. 
Scouring the lands with an insatiable appetite,
Forever hungry, it’s stomach a pitiless pit of plenty.
Its minions devouring the fallen. Lost in opaque screams.

The rolling wave ripples through to the very soul, 
Its innocuous plate sparkles in white foamy trepidation.
Beckoning us, taunting us, through its congenital self. 
Primordial waves bath our lives as we search the shore.
For peace, love and isolation, now flung and strewn.
Where hope of salvage dwell in our beachcombing souls.  
We wish to return from where once we came, we lost embryos.
Our mislaid mother calls, still we newcomers neglect her voice. 

5th Aug Burca

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The Crystalline Tortoise

Permit oh Ancient Outgrowth:
Aeons have you so waited
to see the sun penetrate 
the stagnant, murky liquid.

Rise, fellow Leviathan,
holding the universe so.
Ferment the stagnant habit,
washing but all the crystals.

The pond disenables growth.

So dark, so deep, unspeakable
inability to further.

Such waters, hitherto, held our
hero tortoise, shell holding all.

It aged to form a carapace 
of green and gold and crystalline.

Colosus amidst such haste.
Rising it will shake its crystals.

I wish to be like this monster.
So humble and so vaguely soft.

Holding all on my naked shell
so effortless: the kinetics.
So bright, yet opaque in the dark.

Mark how it moves.
Aeons of cryst'l 
built upon one.

It looks upwards,
at the dimmed rays.
It knows I'm here.

Softly swooshing,
a lullaby
in the vast deep.

The idea 
has crystallized
into a shell.

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Life Is Like A Maypole

Life Is Like A Maypole
As elegantly as it weaves
Over and under, curtsie if you please

Life is like a Maypole
It sometimes brings you to your knees
As the tine recantar 
Emotions as the breeze
In life you've got to remember

Our lives stand true and tall
There is only one direction
And then destiny lends its call
Fate whispers as she collects all of her fees

Bending slightly over as the men have the ball
Then you have to remember
The flavor of their malt
Screams of absurd laughter
The game begins to hault
The error is their fault
We forgot to put the roof on 
And now the error is called

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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

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My Muse

Free-verse is my muse.
Her twisted cadence my signature.
Her chaos my beauty.
Her simile my symphony.
Her metaphor my song.

She takes my emotion and creates life
In splendid fashion!

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Secrets are like hidden treasure
waiting to be discovered
Like the forbidden fruit
waiting to be plucked
Like a veil of lies
covering the face of truth
Like the darkness of ignorance
overshadowing the bright light of wisdom
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka
The Brown Philosopher aka The Green 

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Indalomena Mnemosyna

'The silence of Marcel Duchamp is overrated'
All that chess-
Recall for a moment
That idle chit-chat,
That verbal bric-a-brac,
such flamboyant suppositional consciousness,
Let it noodle around the edges-
Blow this metaphor off.
Ratings challenge lies.
The deep magenta shadows,
The haze of grass smoke
'My face is my own, I thought'.
We need to remember,
Weaving around caftans
with a duodecimal swivel-
I think of Ben Johnson
And 'Shards of God',
Who is Hanibal?
Collapsing the elements,
My question is a part of the point of these lines,
A faked head,
A form of women,
I can do nothing.
Other discourses speak on it's behalf,
There is a cost to the silent critique,
'The silence of Marcel Duchamp is overrated'.

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Ecstasy - Not in any order

Make a start
Not in any order
Go on the outer
Then circle the border
Fly your kite, let it soar
Do not take less, when you can get more
Never you sigh,
Or ask the reason why
Break free, break free
Glide through the rapture
Ride the torrid winds
Expand your horizon
Search for hidden things
Play your music high
Play your music low
The salient notes, the hidden crescendos
Floating and waning, entering chasms
Soar to where eagles fly
Let me shout, take me high
For brave men seek glory
While cowards choose to die
Never to gain freedom from 
Failure to try
Break down the walls, join the battle
Jericho's walls were the trumpeter's cotton
As the orchestra plays
And conductor wields his baton
The fiddler tweaks his notes
To the strings of the harper's  tussle
A harmony of notes
Toeing and froing, crescendos growing
Seeds are sown and harvest flowing
Savour your journey, never to be forgotten.
In passionate embraces
Spoil me rotten.
Drink from the fountain
Take from the well
Wield your magic ,then cast your spell.
Not in any order
No rules are laid
Just make the effort 
Go on the outer but don't cross the border..

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Gods and Devils

We built the Great Pyramids of Giza.
We made the Atomic Bomb.

We discovered herbs to heal.
We grow viruses in underground labs.

Religion was created to bring peace.
Religion was also created to divide.

Books have been written to inspire,
but also to spread hatred.

We have made love in war,
and war in love.

Different races have united,
and people of one blood have divided.

We are gods and devils....

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My Punishment

It's over.
Two words of escape.
That's all I could muster.
...I saw her face later that day,
and couldn't fathom why I had ever turned away.
I couldn't escape the possibility that it had been a mistake.
She's so beautiful, 
With her brown skin bound inside that tight white dress.
When she touches my lips,
She's on fire.
Breathing her pain into my masochism
with every kiss.
Her face shines like the sun,
enveloping all the dark in the room.
And I breathe while I still can....
Hoping for another moment of pleasure.
Begging to be sated.
She taunts me as she dances her way 
back into my life;
Knowing that I can't say no to the taste.
That  I'm addicted.
I take her in again,
and hold her tight.
She screams into me,
letting me know she still has control.
I fight for position,
but I'm weak in the arms 
of my praxis.
My punishment.
-James Kelley 2012, All rights reserved.

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I woke up drenched in your affluence.
A lonely thread distending out of me,
you had been at work again.
The ever clever tailor of my fervor.
My skin cried colors that I had seen
in your eyes, every bit of me already 
missed you. Like an octopus' epidermis,
my body tried to correlate hues...
I had to find some way of remembering you.
A chorus of throbs sang songs 
of pitiful hope, with every beat..
I felt what you had left inside of me.
I could see your hands cradling 
vitality, you struck chords beneath
my skin..
composing my tone to fit your need.
You robbed me, of me.
And left me in need of you.
I don't know if it was some kind 
of slanted self defense,
or morbid curiosity
but my hands became excavators 
and I dug deep into myself
hoping to find the answers.
Maybe I could find the notes,
a harmonic map to sympathize
your will with my own. 
I just had to understand.
But there was nothing.
I drug my fingers slowly
beneath the dome of bone 
as if I were fishing for hope.
But there was nothing.
No hint of why,
no glimmer of your reflection.
Only a poorly sutured bag
of what could only be described
as frailty.
The adrenaline once thick,
became laxed under the weight
of realization and I choked on
the hysterics of being undone.
I'm no surgeon.
Just a frantic boy bleeding 
out in his own living room
staring into his chest,
begging his surrogate heart
to keep beating.
"I don't want to die like this."
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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The Fog of England

I hesitated
When you came for dinner.
I meant to tell you
How I took you apart
Then put you together again
In my head.
But instead I sorted the biscuits
Into their respective piles
of tan and golden and brown.

You buttered me
With a dull knife
And cut through my reasons
For selling out
And buying an inn in the country.
Though wanting to leave,
you made me stay
and sort the apples
through long and dim summer evenings.

While I peeled, you parried
With a two edged sword,
And your medieval skirts rustled incessantly.
I meant to go in unto you
And unveil your softness,
But the door to your evening 
Was swollen by the fog of England.

Rather than find charm in memories
I resisted for too long
And found no peace or advantage
upon my own ground.
It lent me solace to know
That your oil burned deep
Into the night
and left crude drawings
On the mud by the river.

21 November 1971

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Get the Hell out of the Way

Get the Hell out of the Way

Get the hell out of the way
you little, foolish girl;
you keep beating my head with the baseball bat
that carries all those bad memories.
Stop it and get the hell away from me,
leave me in peace.
Go with the setting of the sun
and bother some other part of me,
leave my good will and passion for love
leave me alone,
and get the hell out of my way.
It is hard to forget,
when you're always popping up
in front of me.
Leave me alone,
go bother some other fool,
who will let you into his life with no problem,
go any where you please,
just leave me alone and stop bothering me.
Popping into my dreamland,
my own little place of rest and peace,
you even disturb that;
I need some sleep for Christ sakes!
And you keep torching me,
leave me and let me be.
Get the hell out of my way
before I steamroll you down
and leave you left for dead,
I'm warning you;
you better listen.

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ISN Am I A Dessert Butterfly

Am I dessert butterfly?
My wings harden each time I fly,
Against the sandy winds;
So, might my wings shatter
From all contrary pressures that I duel with?
I know they might crack or shatter someday
From over-pressured sandstorms,
Like I a broken winged dessert butterfly...

Like a broken winged dessert butterfly,
A raindrop's kiss is what I need,
So that I revitalize
My hardened wings and heart...

Only when a raindrop kisses me,
My wings will regain their former splendor and grace;
So that I can fly on and on,
Disappearing through a rainbow...

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Harsh Words

Wake from the dream
With it's crumbling buildings
Wallpaper paint chips curled down
When a corpse falls in the gutter
Do I scream
And make them topple
Or walk onwards
And with a trendy drink
Sip the heart slowly
With your trendy friends
And trends fade
Do I tell them
Fade backwards into the mass
To tell apathy apart from fear
Speak out get out die out
Extinction is a peaceful sleep
Cutting through the noise pollution
There's nothing to say
No chance for growth
When lives hang in the balance
For pretty smiles
Harsh words for reality
Step into the haze
Ignore it

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The last rose saying goodbye to love

Deep within a forest glade
grows a single beautiful fragrant rose
It's sweet aroma
floats upon a gentle summer breeze
from it's soft petals and folds.

But what makes this humble rose 
so special
is it's the last rose in the world to ever 

Such a rare precious flower
should be treated with tender loving care
but it loses it's once vibrant color
and fades and wilts  to brown
falling to the ground
only to be swept away
by a precarious turbulent wind
without the mere whisper of a memory
that it had ever existed
gone forever.

Peter Dome.2011.

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Love Unspoken

Would love not speak if uttered by a frightened tongue?
Would Earth reap the sown tears of beauty undone?
I rise from the ashes of every torn moment,
when God allows me your presence.
But, I fear I am but a shadow of the light
in your eyes.
Seeking refuge from darkened days.
If I should speak of the burning desire
behind my own sight,
should I be cast out in due time?
Or would you steady your hands
with mine?
-James Kelley 2012©

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Last Call

Somewhere there’s a dance floor whispering 

to the cracks of the sidewalk leading up 

to your door. 

It doesn’t remember your name,

but your gentle stride left 

marks on the wrists

of time. 

I’m here,

mopping up the blood,

watching my first drink

of the night condensate

on the bar where

you left your 


-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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She Haunts

 by the way thanks for the reminder
I would of forgotten by now..
now I know where to find her
like a ghost..her skeletons shows,
her soul is quite frightening 
my home she haunts
with things she forgot
now I sit alone surrounded...
Can peace be bought..
this battle fought
does someone have the answer..
an exorcist.. please bless this house
please rid this home of evil


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Behind Closed Doors

Heart of Gold,
calming tides
holding on, hands intertwined.

The ironman
so bold, so brave.
An injured deer
step forth to save.

No echoing groans.
No sorrowing pleas.
Hard to see what lies beneath.

There are storms and guilt, rejection, betrayal
gnawing and snapping at his core.
But doesn't let a single salty drip ever hit the floor.

This is where he hides,
Behind Closed Doors.

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Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane, 

The essense of euphoria, cloud 
of confusion 
Fooled by your seductions, 
indulge in delusion 
You betray me, 
Trading blissful thoughts you 
gave me, for Will 
My best friend I knew forever, 
and still 
Eyes Bloodstained in pain, and 
raging until 

Sweet Mary, 

You carried me away from fury, 
from Ill, 
in the moment, 
Take Me 
To the time I spent with you, 
dimes I spent on you, 
In anguish, when the pollute 
clears, I can see and hear, 
but only to know, the time I've 
years we've embraced, 
Monopolized my night and day 
for your own snakish 

What Trickery.. 
Though, instead of resistence 
and bickering, 
I kiss your wet lips, as you dry 
The Stress lifts, 
Self-realization hits, 
the cause of anxiety, and mass 
The Irony, 
Our relationship seems to be 
teeming/teaming with irony 

You Stand for rebellion, but you 
enslaved me 
Through, at first through lustful 
Set akindle blushes to your 
and to my amazement, 
Through pre-adolescent stages, 
and justifications, 
Became an arranging of a 
forbidden engagement, 

Between a boy and lady, 
Manipulative of love and time.. 

A Boy's mind.. 

..One last time... 

I Say, 
After I set Astray, 
To count the days, before I 

Mary Jane. 

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Forest Fire

I could see her there,
just beyond the window pane,
at the edge,
cradling her entrails like a gift;
swallowing the light of a newborn day.
I wondered what made her do it,
why her tongue had become 
a mirror, refracting her beauty 
back into the world; As a last gasp. 
Merlot tears ran quiet,
her shoulders slumped down slowly,
like crumbling church steeples,
and I prayed, I prayed
I prayed that I would forget
the morning when everything 
finally went dark. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Splintered Men

                                                  Splintered Men

                                                   A broken cup
                                                   In the sink, full of clay
                                                   Fired orange hot
                                                   Moulds of splintered men
                                                   Climb and bubble.
                                                   From a window frost
                                                   The low sun glares 
                                                   At the sunken hard ground
                                                   As hungry birds in circles dance
                                                   Pecking at the mad dawn
                                                   The white bread, the frost.

                                                   I visit the city
                                                   To sit and watch
                                                   Flocks of fragile people rushing
                                                   Angry cars pushing
                                                   The fat pavement pigeons bobbing.
                                                   I won't ask the splintered men
                                                   Time or directions
                                                   But close all noise
                                                   To count the concrete colours
                                                   Of dirty driven snow.
                                                   A jagged broken cup
                                                   Brittle, hard and cold
                                                   In the sink, in the city.

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as fair as fair

as fair as fair goes
a fair is a place
where people take rides
if you are expecting fair
you'll be taken for a ride
equality you say don't be fooled
nothing ever measures up
when you pit one thing against another
nothing is ever fully the same
not even identical twins
there’s always the slightest difference
we live in a fair is foul
foul is fair world
ala Shakespeare, we judge harshly
only to quip, 'that's not fair'
when tables are turned
as fair as fair goes
and that's not fair
don't get stuck on a ride
if you do find yourself
moving in uncontrollable motion
try to hop off or enjoy the ride
as fair as fair goes
and that is unequivocally
not that far...fair

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Coagulating Perspective

The seconds drift into minutes,
cascade into hours.
Relativity floats subtly past
and pools around perspective’s
Waiting is the fierce tick
of a sequestered heart.
Tracking time,
by counting blood cells sailing
through a clotting current.
Labored lungs grasp at
tiny red buoys,
flagged with markers of 
It’s become harder to
comprehend the notes I left 
myself. I tried so hard to
hammer that nail into memory;
I bruised knuckles from exasperated swings.
never thought I had the strength
to sever the yoke of what bound 
my soul to yours.
But I swung,
and I swung
              and  I swung.
Until I drove you away.
I thought it would kill
the pain;
fooled my body into taking the blame
so I could have peace.
But now I wish I could feel
anything but this sordid repeal 
of discernment I let my body
confuse with mending.
I clutch each cell between
aching hands,
and demand it’s clarity;
 tighten my grip when
they squirm and feel
the pangs of past;
remembering the agony
of losing you all over again.
For fear of suffering
I risked losing myself.
I couldn’t breathe…
burying myself in bloody denial.
I almost let my need of you
coagulate to the point of 
my body’s repose.
You were once something
vital, a brilliant spark of something
magical much like serotonin at the 
perfect levels..
I don’t know what made us bleed.
But you’ve scabbed over..
You’ll probably itch for a long time,
reminding me that love is often
less than divine. And every now and then,
 you might feel a sharp nail
grinding against your surface
like a dry tongue searching
for the comfort of water.
Don’t be afraid,
that’s just me counting the minutes,
trying to remember
how to breathe.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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In The Market Place

I came to you my love,
To purchase one thousand,
Seven hundred, and a bowl of strawberries.
Feed them to my waiting lips,
Stain my teeth with berry juice,
Let each touch you press be confidential.

For some time during the past year
I have said to myself
There are trees in every man's memory;
There must be one in mine
That even you cannot climb.

I beg you to sell to me
The whole lot of that which
You cannot restock,
And may the price be no more
Than the slightest inclination of my head.

You have kept me in the market place
For so long now
That I am able to judge the worth
Of any kind of beauty
That compares with yours.

March 1, 1971
Greeley, Colorado

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In the Coals

The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw

In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw

Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . . 
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw

I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw

The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us 
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside 
In the quiet I saw

In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still

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with Wide ears

Listen to the wind.....

   as she sings in her quiet lisps,

   and sighs the past and gusts

   with earnest need;

Listen to the tenets of the seasons 

   with their lovelies and tempests ----

   and torrents and great rains 

   become blizzards,

   then hushed and bequeathed sings the morrow;

   and buds the leaf and the harvests

   shall feed all in need

Listen to the tenuous hum and drum of mortal bars

   crying out 'neath thy starry night....

   when the world is weary in the City of Lights;

   and the  last dog has barked before bed.....

   and the crickets with Godspeed ascend their chatter

   in the last tumult of the day,


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Love jumped up and kicked my door in

Love jumped up one afternoon
and as I sat reading a book,
she kicking my door in
and took me in a dream wonderland
full of surreal life,
and Salvador Dali was there, painting
and Picasso sat smoking a cigarette,
and thumbing his nose at Dali,
but Dali smiled and kissed his feet.
Love tugged me by the hand, as an impatient mother
would do to her child in a candy shop.
She showed me a cloud,
and on that cloud was the twenty-seven club
smoking weed and drinking whiskey and playing music,
Jimi Hendrix playing his fender Stratocaster with his teeth,
Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin singing away to a blues tone,
Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson were no where in sight though!
And I sat with them and I talked with them and I played with them
and I sang with them, and they loved me,
and we were happy,
and Love pulled me again and she kissed me on the lips,
and showed me three people who had broken my heart,
and they were dressed in grey and frowning,
I did not laugh and I did not cry, I just stood and stared
(they were ashamed to look at me,)
Love pulled me into her own little place,
on her own little cloud,
I sat on a throne decorated with gems and rubies
and their sat a table full of food and drink
and Love came close to me and fed me and cuddled on me
and kissed me and made me feel safe and secure.
She was a beautiful goddess, that Love girl.
She smiled and it made my heart jump and skip
and she held me close and there I trusted her
and trust I did to her.
I closed my eyes and I feel asleep and dreamed about anything that I wanted to.
Dream after dream of beautiful and glamorous things that made my head spin!
Love was by my side the whole night and day,
and there she was every single day,
in what felt to be May
and she sang a song;
that made me dance and kiss her more and more.
That day Love jumped up and kicked in my door,
was the best thing that ever occurred to me.


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Black Hole


Always going

Deeper and deeper


Always painful

Stronger and stronger


Always reminding

Darker and darker….

….is that black hole

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Works of Time

Conceived by a solitary mind.

Fulfillment takes, life, blood, sweat, tears given by so many.

But still the sacrifice of so many, does not secure the future.

For the onslaught of nature, unlike man is relentless.

And unlike man, nature has time, all the time in the universe.

A moment in time, are the works of man...

© Alexis C Pond.

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Rest and Release

Rest your head in a pillow of clouds
The weary and broken down listen
Count the miles on your feet
Count them like the sheep
Aimlessly eating from the fields 
Measure the myths and comb the cobwebs
Scatter the differences and pray
Tomorrow breathes in another sky
Release the everyday burden
Judgements creep around fallen friends
They probably never had a chance
A highway song of remembrance
Beneath a summer moon
Smoke signals for the lost
Across the great divide....

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Alone in a glade under the burning stars
Dew moist on the soles of my blistered feet
My belly distended, pressed to the ground
       sinking in, mutating within
The needles of pain consume my vision,
My breath reduced to a whimpering supplication

My skin cracks open, drying & withered & old
Peeling it away from the new
Still soft & wet & waking

This newness hardens my jaw,
pulls my tears to ash
This new body... so proud and firm and female
       mating with the decay of leaves & lifeblood of the soil

My horns of earthly blessings split the crown of my brow
Growing...slowly, agonizing, surreal

And so I shed the paltry skin of Eve
And rise from the womb of the Earth Mother
as a new Goddess
a new Flame
a new Stone
a new Way
a new Song
a new Day

       a new Earth

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An Idea So Rich

That is the true crime to my mind
Allowing entrance of this Idea
An Idea so intoxicating 
It Blinded Me
Clouded Judgement
Drove me through a Fog
That I should've never gone through
The Burning Light
It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog
The only thing that even enticed my interest
Was it Fantasy?
Most likely
Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design
A Design So Flawed
So Young
It would have been the End of myself
Had I continued after it

Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on
Was the best I did for my well being
Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard
Would have proven Fatal
In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..

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Digital Disaster

Digital disaster on the horizon.
With a monitor tan he plunges on.
One's and zero's spew pixilated perversion,
while assembled atoms await in his bed.
The molecular world, violated by binary delight,
will forfeit its reality, and go offline.
Digital disaster is on the horizon
and a life's work about to be lost.
The virus is spreading.

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John or Jane Do with a long toe

foreseeable unbalance
walk over impossible
long toes won't simplify things
tiptoeing through life

(c) Elly Wouterse

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Dark settles on the walls. The 
street lamp blinks some light, 
then dies, then blinks again. A 
moth- stuck inside the room- 
pares its wings on the glass, 
falls to the windowsill, 
then does it again. My eyelids 
do the same. 

I remember his mouth; how the 
ghosts under his tongue 
slid through the cracks of his 
teeth, found mine, stayed there. 
And the birds at the backs of 
our eyes drank too much to 

He told me there's a life of 
everything, somewhere else; 
one that isn't made of feathers 
or concrete. 
I'd be the flayed moth that made 
it through the glass, 
He, the sun, and my guts would 
be warmed under him.

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In the very first start it sounded sweet.
Cool! cool! it didn't went every day,
events unfolded as we bridged time across.
I saw it came to a perfection but was it......
Now the tides have changed,
The pretty, beautiful, and came a price
One which an angel couldn't have.
Hairs stood at ends waking every day....
See the same face at dull lights.
Kiss lips of a kind through time bedeviled me....
Waters parade the bridges at my detriments
so it's i call marriage in time
at the very fist start 'twas sweet
but a contempt view 
go for perfection and pray for redemption.....

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In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena

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A wild horse without reins,
I am riding.
And all around me,
other riders in this race.
Seven billion of them—
overlapping like waves
as they’re born,
as they die.

There are no trap doors,
no secret portals,
no time machines,
no escape.

Just a dizzying myriad of consequences;
an inevitable thrust forward of life,
riding on wild horses without reins.

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When saviors sleep

Strength dwells unmeasured,
A symphony's hibernation,
A clandestine god of the will.
Awakened out of silenced slumber to humanities deepest breath.
As the baton rises, commanding a crescendo for such a time as this... 


Pandemonium impales upon former unwavering tenor
With demands to become impenetrable stone 
An immovable anchor
An army though alone
A force to be reckoned with

Inner strength
When saviors sleep
And the earth disappears from beneath your feet

Inner strength like a
dormant courage blooms mid-spring 
Though snow still covers shaking knees
Fragrant currents rise like the meeting of a need.

Strength breathes and it believes
It looks behind and it learns
It's disguised like fire burning bright behind eyes
A tool of love you'll wield for life
True strength is meek
To know you own it is not vain

Strength is born out of the bearing of substantial pain
When sorrows song sings
Be strong, be strong!

And at the end of the road the last verse reads...

Though I'm washed by my tears, life is more than simply holding on,
It's truly loving till your final breath is gone.

                                               Strength is understanding... 

                                              NO ONE CAN DO IT ALONE

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Desiccated stems scattering amid taut hands; Lingering footsteps among conjoined velvet roots; The interval’s inertia an anxious psychosomatic swell. This once stale earth is now littered with perpetual fractals; A kaleidoscopic reverence descends in mute pulsating breaths. Stretched faces adopt the slithering temperament of gnarled bark; Snatched sentences break and collide in waves of meditative mitosis; Incessant cyclical (e)motions converge on a bluntly obstinate awe. Luridly tremulous marvels stalk beside perambulating horrors; An ethereal world saturated by fresh irrefutable certainties. Space suspended beneath an impulsively precipitate sky; Staggered exodus governed by periodic disorientation; A dazed echo lingers and reality becomes an escape.

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There he is again/searching...
for me - the object of his disdain/
his bete noire

Looking at him through the facets of my vision...
- He is a hulking one of them

The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life

Swish! a swift and practiced mano
takes aim

Lo Mein from last night's relvelry
my launch to escape

....too evasive...

Yet, my aggravation is apparent -
if only to myself

Agitated setae sit stilly upon a
bottled back

Nonetheless, I take this latest attack
in stride....An insignificant setback in this
current battle between he and I/between I
and them

Since this is a constant struggle/one that has
probably been going on since the inception of time...

I profoundly ponder past assualts from
whilom ages

Is this the Genocide that my brothers from 
another phylum speak of through the whisper mill?

For, I am also Black, but very
uncomely/I am Black, but the sun
has not made me so...


I have attained my shape, size, and melanin
through the evolutionary hand of creation

Still, do I deserve to procreate,
to be fruitful and multiply?

Each day my numbers diminish
and nobody questions why?

Yet, every attempt to exterminate my existence
is met with a well executed jete

Since hardly anyone is successful the first time

I then let the momentum carry me high
and away/until I once again become a
negroid speck on a drab canvas

....A canvas that only I can bring color to...


Fly On The Wall

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parasites cause mental illness

the tarot is a story of the pharoas birthday
4 royal families in hiding to win a war as a gift.
satan was the pharoas name
jesus was sarge
mary the nurse
jesus was hired to carry out satans itinerary to abolish slavery
the death on the cross metaphor is a crime of the century to abolish torture
in the above mentioned way.

the royal curse
a ring of parasites
to get rid of the next...mice eating caterpillars in your body.

the davinci code reveals the bait and switch gimme drawing of the line known as halloween
the killing of kindness at christmas as to why the song and dance
the resolutions for change at new years, is the drawing of the line
realise your allie during valentines
buy your way across the line at st patricks day,
easter is a reminder to change the bait and switch of the name game of changing locations

the last crime of the century is a court game called the name game
why what is named after who where and why
kindergarden cop

our crime of the century is to mastermine mankinds good intentions and result in world peace
when the transaction of every dollar on earth revolves around peace not war, we succeed

global homework to act out the global survival of all worst case scenarios from every angle where the world achieves peace
then do them again
this ends up as a pancake breakfast where we talk ourselves out of a missile crisis

win war like they did in the old days
mark your enemy for death by making them stand out
rush them in groups of ppl and drive their noses into their brain

ding dong ditch is effective
random hey.

when was the last time you heard the mental health system cured someone of a parasite, like ring worms?
are they just waiting for the military to come home and convince them to take medicine
and use those buildings to hold prisoners of war?
practice makes perfect.

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Written by Gail DeBole

The Universe's Velcro

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Running blind, Running scared.
 Darkness, emptiness, trapped.
 Emotions bleeding, dripping, leaking out.
 A dam, a wall, a box I've built.
 Crumbling, folding, shredding fast.
 Running blind, Running scared.
 A touch, a look, a kiss.
 Floating, flying, soaring.
 Waiting, wondering, am I going to crash...
 Running blind, Running scared.
 A glimmer, a shimmer, hope?
 Possibilities, endless, eternal.
 Fragile, delicate, afraid.
 Running blind, Running scared.
 To late, lost in you and hopefully you with me.
 Running blind, Running scared.
 Afraid to blink, breathe, suffocate.
 Heart open, bared, vulnerable.
 Running blind, Running scared.
 Leap, jump, take a chance.
 Cross the bridge-
 no sense in running blind and scared,
 Love can't be broken if it is right.
©K. Chun 7.28.2014

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Every rose has

She could curl her lips around fire's touch,
make the flames erupt into something
something more.
She could break the broken splinters 
inside my devoured core-
with a flick of her tongue. 
She could sweep it all away,
and watch the remnants settle 
in the glimmering reflection of 
her star kissed petals-
while making me yearn
for the fury of thorns. 
I would beg.
Pray to barter my flesh-
to be but a note in her symphony. 
-James Kelley 2015, All Rights Reserved.

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The Sculptor

I feel Him chip away at my flesh.
The vibrations shake to my bones.
Pieces that were once part of me now fall helplessly to the floor.

Every scrape of the chisel,
Every pound of the hammer,
Every piece that is broken from me stings with immense pain.

Why doesn't He stop?
Why is The Sculptor so cruel?
Doesn't He realize that each swing He takes is a nightmare to me?

I would be better off as stone that was never touched,
I would be more content without the suffering that comes apon me,
But I wouldn't be a work of art.

Each chip of the chisel is intended to remove a piece that shouldn't be there.
Each pound of the hammer is meant to force the hideous fragments far from me.
Each move The Sculptor makes, takes me closer to His plan for me.

I must trust, knowing that He never takes off too much.
I must be ready, knowing that He never leaves His work incomplete.
I must be thankful, knowing that I am being made beautiful in His eyes.

The acute pain is only a short part of His plan.
The lasting anguish fades in its own time.
Though heart, and soul, and body all grieve, the permanent state will be that of finished work.

I may not know the reason for each strike,
I may not know the fault with each sundered chunk,
And I may never know.

I know the sting of the chisel now,
I know The Sculptor has a plan,
My part is to trust that He will not work forever ... but that He will be done.

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Sand Storm

Waking from the starry illusion of my own shadowed reality
Bending towards the wings
Rearing to take flight
Though the delight will be sweetened with the bitter taste of the wait
Wait I shall  

Best foot forward so they claim
Until you’ve come to realize through this thick haze 
That it “twas only a mere miss take of footing” 
Out the gate

Return to me thine keys
Gracefully place them upon my stake 
Look back no more
For there weren’t no mistakes to have been made
Only serrated sightseeing taking up valuable space

Filling the void if it’s mound
Inward wasn’t so bound outward
There could be no cries found 
Only casted cradles gauged in sound
Again waiting to be found

After all I must assume some parish to my find
For in simplest terms 
My own reality is rather blankly missing its own reality in kind
Unjustified by the creator 
I’ve yet to combine with the agitated truth that awaits my mindful mind
Blustering to the rind 

Sand Storm

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Broken beer bottles

Broken Beer Bottles

Damn those broken beer bottles,
like those damn broken hearts
that cry out to be loved;
Boy do they make a mess.
Making a mess with the mind
and messing up the liver,
bleeding from the inside out,
longing for help,
but wanting one more drink,
ah what the hell!
Give me another bottle to add to the pile.

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In the City of My Insecurity

Over through those trees the sun is rising
It's looking out to the world with words of wonder
A question of memory or madness that breaks it in two.
I've never cut myself with a razor but I think words hurt
Just enough for me to be considered a crazy person
I call myself ugly and deformed and disgusting
Neon lights on the street of my soul that bear me to dishonesty
I've cried a million tears through a million smiles
Convincing myself through and through that I'm no good
Rehab left me because I wasn't good enough to stay
And all the pills fell to the floor where I seeped in sorrow
For the souls I've killed with my selfish hatred of self.
Look at me and see the broken mirror of my mind
Find in yourself the reason that you strayed from fame
Vanity the deepest cut of all that lost itself in darkness.
Look into my soul and tell me what you see
It's a land of unhappy things living happily
A broken bottle and an hourglass crushed to bits
By the demon who types away these things within
Every letter a mark of my sin and a sign if my death.
Sieved and seen with blood on my preacher's hands
Praying to an atheist god who bleeds for me to live again.
You are the sun of my brightest day
But I've spent too long in the darkness if night
Neon burning hot neon burning bright
It shines in the streets and in the sheets we're left to sea
Love not lost but all the things we can be.

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I'm a fool, stumbling over foolish words

I am a fool,
yes I am,
to talk to you
with your head up in Cloud 9.

I am a fool,
a fool for you,
a fool in love,
a fool with a broken heart,
who lives in denial.

Can you blame a man
who wants to love?
Whether I am a fool or not,
I see you and I start to drool.
So-called friends call me: "a love sick bum,"
"A poor puppy who lost his way,"
"a fool in love!"
Well, a fool in love I am.

When I see you and talk to you,
I shack and tremble,
as a fool would do,
but can you blame me for wanting to love you?

but, the reason I am truly a fool,
it is because, when I talk to you
I stumble over foolish words and
could never tell you, how I truly felt about
I'm a fool-
a fool for you.


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Hurricane LOVE

Moving so swiftly to hatred's shore,

Trees of prejudice uprooted,

By winds of kindness from above,

Cruel structures of bigotry,

Leveled to their floors,

Evil swept away,

By pure waves of goodness,

Aggression disappears,

In this storm's peaceful eye,

Driving out forever,

Depression's clouds of darkness,

Sadness blown from its moorings,

Never again to make one cry,

Tyranny loses its hold,

From one powerful gust,

Humankind's greed washed out to sea,

By the tides known as sharing,


As she passes through,

Love replaces fear with breezes of trust,

Leaving gently in her wake,

A land of true compassion and caring.

© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved


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Drenched in Red

Drenched in Red, with St. Valentine

Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.

Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.

Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.

Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone 
all the way to his grave.

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Demons and Forbidden Truths

Somewhere between waking and sleep
	I call forth demons.
They are not devils, malicious,
	only demons of my imagination,
	feisty demons.

They hunt frogs at night
and sleep under toadstools by day.

They tell me secrets--
	forbidden truths.
A certain guilt comes my way.

Some thing are better left unsaid
	in the orange colored half-light
	of evening.

And novels tragically foretold.
And Africa windswept, meerkats eating oranges.

Do not call me while I am deaf.
If judging as a Hallmark card,
delete comments:  delete, delete.

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the tides are rising

My heart is heavy from the waiting.
Lonely from sitting in silence
with nothing but my own inadequacies
to balm the wounds time festers.

Patiently abiding the time of recognition
when fate bows down and bestows a grace
sacrificing these tribulations for the mercy of love,
I wait for the coming of salvation
the benediction of true loves embrace.

The tides are rising-
and the binding on my soul is strong
am I to die a martyr?
With imminent despair I implore
come home and untie me...

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I was just tired enough to give in and smile-
Let the ghosts inside of me slit their wrists
and cross over to whatever the fuck is on 
the other side of this hell. 

I’ve been battling your grace-
striking matches against your 
hip bones and hoping for a whiff of 
I thought inner peace was-
inside of you. 

I thought mercy was-
when we came.
exasperated and exposed. 

I was fool enough to think that
that moment could last for eternity.

That the death of history was enough
to make a future..
That I wouldn’t be haunted
any longer.

But as Endorphins wore thin and the
sheen of lust across your spine
lost its glimmer and you turned round’ 
to sink in your teeth again-
I could see the true face of war
and suddenly I knew I was being hunted.
Your hands 
warm around my throat
were embers raining down
upon a battlefield. 

Your eyes
as I struggled 
against the thrall
of desire.

Your breath
a swirling tempest
blew away
the crumbling
edifice that


bleeding out 
with ghosts 
I had promised 
to set free.

-James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.

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I sit between the flash of your stare
and the world that I used to live in.
Hoping that I'll rise from the ashes,
and brave the kindle of something
better built to withstand these flames.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Cloudchaser in C MAJOR

chase clouds
face clouds

clouds come
clouds crumb
clouds create
clouds collate
clouds cover
clouds color
clouds cruise
clouds crush
clouds cuddle
clouds change
clouds carry
clouds cry
clouds comfort
clouds circumscribe
clouds commingle
clouds camp
clouds cumber
clouds cut
clouds curate
clouds cage

chase clouds
face clouds
(C) Elly Wouterse

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We all wear a mask
No matter how we shape or mold it
It stays the same way even with a slight change
For the mask is a part of us
Just as we are part of the mask

When we hide a hidden side
Deep within our hearts
It becomes a shadow
Something we try to deny
Something to forget

But it always comes back to haunt us
Trying to engulf us in its darkness
To show others what their really like
As they keep denying it gets stronger
Shifting and molding into something terrifying

The shadow becomes a beast
A monster of our dark side
Because we've denied it
For thinking it isn't a part of us
But it is a part of us
Like we are a part of it

The only way to combat it
Is to accept it as it is
For that shadow is you
You are the shadow
Your persona that is in your heart

Don't be afraid
Just face it
Show no fear
Accept it

The shadow is you
You are the shadow
You wear the mask
Wearing the mark
On your heart

Once you accept it
It becomes a great ally
A powerful persona
Right by your side
Always there to help you
When things get tough

Most important of all
Never forget the friends
That help you through
The hard times you face
For they will help you

They are the light in your darkness
A shining glow at the end of the tunnel
A hand extended out to grab you
If you are to fall 
They will be there for you

We must learn to accept ourselves
For who we are
Hiding our other selves
Will just make problems grow

Just be yourself
Be proud of who you are
As you wear the mask
Keeping your head up
With full confidence

Your persona is a special one
Never forget that
It is your ally
Your friend
Your other half

Your shadow
Most of all
Your mask
Its your persona
Be proud of it
As it is proud of you
To accept it as it is

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Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.

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The Sales Lady

Descending into a mega-mall, the fluorescence blemishes my skin.
There is a twinge in my temples as I approach the makeup counter,
meeting eyes with a woman whose shoes pierce my gait 
and whose artificially white teeth flash like EMP bombs.

But I must not be blinded; there is something behind those calcium shutters,
 illuminating inside her vessel and peaking through each crack ... I wonder.
Is her exoskeleton painted so pristinely to brighten the day?
Who owns the day she, in every meticulous gesture, labors for?

But every question is drowned in a clanging,
a clamoring of those persistent teeth trying to make a sale.
Rattling around like new tap shoes, sheening ivory.
White noise, white noise.

Every coherent thought blurred, humming viciously
as done in the shadows of the perfect women in chromatic ads.
But she is not perfect; I can see her pores.
They are weeping the regrets of thick foundation.

Those streaks of saline wet speak gallons and shimmer 
as they slide, revealing pockets of uneven flesh tones,
subtle bruises from the hot-lipped sun,
every mar a testament to resistance in midst of the Tyrants.

Gravity, Matter and Time; how admirably this body has battled them, 
unaware of its own striking animal; a masterwork of sinew and bone,
of neurons and cartilage, of mucus and moles.
Each electron hums in its proud, puffed little chest.

In earnest I wonder, does the sales lady know every outline, 
every wrinkle of her beige, waterproof suit?
Does she wear it in precious stride, beaming just bright enough so as to share
her whole self, lovely-garish, yet never glaring the keenest lens?

There is no answer. 
I only nod slightly, appreciating her mottled gem eyes,
politely severing our feeble connection, departing, contemplating them,
that such dazzling blue could exist immersed in milky pools 
disrupted by long-legged channels of blood.

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The sea within you

Love shines from your eyes
and makes your face
so beautiful.
Smile has a rare beauty
Like a foreign flower
transported into a bare garden.
Though it's winter
it's summer in my heart
as I lose myself
in the colour
of the sea within you

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My Petals of Words

Unfinished words I now retrace
Are drifting now like petals in the wind
Blown long ago, from some old hidden place
This is the night that calls me to that place
From deep within my vase of memory

I fell in love with words, but knew that love was fleet
My words recall, and help to write a poem
As if it were a thing to touch and feel
That time and years would take to make complete

 I write again on petals now retrieved! 
And still, somehow, sweet fragrance lingers near
When thoughts were flowers falling at my feet
I’ll pick them up, and dust them fresh and clear
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But hearts refuse to see the naked truth

A bloom that sought the sun to feel the glow
For gentle touch and whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with warming breath
Each petal  has had his chance, and left with ease

I trace the choices made…each withered shard
Words strove to use me up, and follow scorn
I stand alone, stripped bare of self regard
As petals fell away, stripped down to thorns

My words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks it still


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The Scent of Your Soul sweet is your soul's scent;
it excites everything with Bliss; bliss that never goes faint.
Inhaling your sweet scent, is our inner purpose,
to cease smelling the stench of worldly suffering.
Cover us with your wings, to let us smell your scent,
forever being drunk in your Eternal Bliss!

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The Torment Of Her Affliction

Alone.... in a small boat... on a vast ocean            
With her one hand, she holds the rope to a kite      
The other, she holds the chain to an anchor     
Desperately she has a tight grip on both          
Trying to keep the kite from pulling her up
way up, too high up beyond reality    
and the anchor from pulling her down, way down  
way down deep, to the bottom of the ocean		
A balancing act to keep herself afloat 		
Afloat... in a small boat...on a vast ocean 	

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The world consumes everything
What I love, what I hate
What I am, will be, and have been
This paper, and these thoughts
It will all eventually sink into the
ever present swallow of death
The loudest of all Earthly echo
is legacy; What a man leaves behind
How he is remembered
The color that was seen
in his embroidered vision
The forgiveness of his touch
and the sincerity of his pulse
This is the soul of a man
The only impervious song
that can be strummed by flesh
unhindered by the blows of time

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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love love love, what is love, love love love, what the hell does it mean,

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

What the hell does it mean!

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

What the hell does it mean!

Two loves together make one lover life,
and one and one kiss, take two kisses,
it makes one love and one love into one love,
It is confusing,
and it tears your heart with envy,
it makes you laugh,
and it makes you cry,
it makes two feelings into one,
the good, and the bad come in one.

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

a kiss and a playful hug,
love kisses love and love blushes and kisses back,
the bite of the lip,
love melts in love's heart.

love and love- together,
and kiss and kiss and kiss,
 love love,
   love love,
    love love,

Cupid's arrow is love,
and the bosom of her heart is love,
and arrow strikes, taking a piece of your heart,
and love takes place,
rubbish love, love, love,
a kiss,
a pinch,
a hug,
a slap,
and thump,
a beat,
a sound,
a caring,
a feeling,
a power,
a kiss to a kiss- more and more to do with a kiss,

love love,
love love.
they kiss and they love,
ah there is that word again- love!

What is love,
what the hell does it mean?

love love,
love love,

all around, all around a kiss, a kiss, a kiss,
all around, all around a loving kiss to a loving heart,
and a hug and a kiss, a kiss, a kiss all around-all around.

What does it mean,
what the hell does it mean?!

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

all around, all around...


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The Blood of Time

My curse flys with the vulture
who has never learned to die
My blood runs in the water
that reflects the bleeding sky
My soul hides in the shadows
that dance with fire

Forever leaving footprints in the sand
that lead to the moon
Or Armageddon

Footprints of fatigue
putrid with deception
or fleeting hope...
proud in the exhausted moonlight

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New Home

I found a place 
in the middle of the trees 
with a thin asphalt egress 
that made it easy 
to cycle to the village. 
I was surrounded by 
the aliens of the earth 
with their secret languages 
and concentrated lives. 
I truly lived among strangers, 
not those wanting to know me 
or able to know me. 
It was like the world 
before I opened my eyes. 
It was here and far away.

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In an age
Where souls are pawned
For fame and wealth

A time when
Good and evil
Cease to war

A period where
Men passed, and
Weaklings arose

A place which 
Breaks my heart
yet fuels my limbs

A land whose
Stain I loathe
But name I bear

A people who
Curse the stench
Yet eat the feces
Here, I’m to call home
Home or desert?

My path is vast
So I call it home
But journey it is

I hope to sleep
And wake in a time
Where men are men.

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The Wayward Cafe

I sat in a small wayward cafe,
the smell of coffee beans being crushing into submission
tickled at my nosterls.
The sounds of tin cans and cups
some of them being stacked and others
drop with a violent crash.
The tables all red and round
There sat the women, with their novels, tea cups and coffee mugs
sharing small talk of innocent love.
Some women quiet and others talking.
All of them drinking something.

The cool air blew through the windows,
what a mess that wind made.
Blowing papers all around
and blowing the women's hair back.
A man sat there, writing away,
with an endless cough, a tickle at his Adam's Apple.
Then again everyone had a cough.

I sat there reading poetry, writing poetry, embracing poetry
with a pen in one hand and my head in the other,
gently resting of the red round table.
I wrote of the cafe, the women, the man with the endless cough,
that shattered your ear drums everytime he put his hand to his mouth
and coughed away.

A woman who sat reading way,
drinking lemonade and sometimes
taking long glances up.
She was waiting for someone, I could tell.
I looked at her and she at me,
and we both smiled.
Then a sudden silence,
she looked away from me.
A man, who had an ego,
(Then again, doesn't every man have one)
brushed my shoulder and pushed me away.
He apologized, not sincerly.
They kissed and hugged,
I went back to writing with a frown.
They went away in love, I guess?
And I sat all alone in that
lonesome wayward cafe.
Nothing to keep me company, but smell of coffee and tea
and the laughs of the women sharing small talk,
and that one man with Earth shattering cough.

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Lust Remix

A concubine and a mistress to us all
enticing everyone with her sexiness
seducing men and women to do her 
Leading us astray into the depths of 
with blurred visions we follow her every 
Not knowing that her cabal with Greed, 
Pride, Hatred, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger,
and Ignorance 
ends with our destruction
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown 

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Painting by numbers

Some red
awful red-hot red
more blue
terrible biting blue
so much green
screaming granite green

pre-fabricated canvas
pre-defined picture
previous excluded nuances
of any kind
preset contours
pre-printed numbers
no chances
for some free space

the grace
of a flexible mind
no chance
of any kind

I watched with respect
I noticed the best of intentions
yet every single aspect
I can't connect with

I sense deep inside
those colors aren't mine
it's fine with me
I feel free and decline

© Ellie Daphne

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...And light the torch of liberty With the spark of wonder Never clouded by ignorance’s thunder But order the light of wisdom Ruling the righteous kingdom Of knowledge backed by the wages of love Reigning from up above With the vision of hope Helping us to surely cope With the depression The left over impression From the house of guilt Where madness is built Sadness is tilt’ To the foundation of remorse Being the end of chaos of cause Now God is the source Of Divine forgiveness The first step to repentance Is individual renaissance The change of season to wet rain dance Of a cleansing freedom Where the doves of peace come from Chirping an anthem Of life's melodic joy An emotional play toy Sending a see-saw of sorrow Which no man can forfeit Playing in the sand pit Of the deep, dank, dirty hatred With evil seed embedded Opening death’s door that's headed To the sleep eternally So turn to His Majesty And light the torch of liberty With the spark of wonder Never clouded by ignorance’s thunder…

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Broken Heart Wing Bird

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Alone On Limb, So Scared
Lost The Skill To Fly
& Will To Live or Try
(Watch The Raindrops Cry)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
O' Have You Not Heard?
The Wind's Song Sung For You? ...
Across The Sky It Blew
(Lifting Higher Hopes Anew)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
ONE, Calling You Has Cared
Keeps You Safe From Harm
Caressed & Sheltered From The Storms
(Your Broken-Heart-Wing Form)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Be Not Dismal Nor Deterred
If On Harsh Land, You're Grounded
JAH Will Float You On Faith Well-Founded
(in Aerial-Miracles Heaven's Son Surmounted)

Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Beauty-Vision Be Not Blurred
If Confined To Empty-Nests
Take Twigs of Time To Conquer Tests
(and Let Broken-Heart-Wing Rest)

... Gain Strength, Wisdom & Wit
Eagle-Span, Horizon's Width
Let Beating In Breast Be Stirred
Get Better, Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
(GOD's Tree of Life For You Is Shared)

Stretch Your Feathers To The Sun
"Trust" Is A Light-Flight, Bidding "Come!"
and Love Is The Soaring, Wonder-Word
That Heals All Broken-Heart-Wing Birds
(Even From Death's Cages - We're Set Free & Spurred)

So Find Those Behind Dark Bars & Buried
Tell Aviaries Everywhere How You Were Carried!
Upon The Path - Straight & Narrow
Thru Your Single,  Sorrow-Arrow
(as A Broken-Heart-Wing Sparrow) ...

'Til The Broken-Heart-Wing Bird
Could Soar Again - Superb! ...

             Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/08/2012 
                         by:  MoonBee Canady

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Dream of a Saguaro

Dream of a Saguaro

Although flowers bloom it’s awkward to say that they are flowers
because they are not flowers, but thorns disguised as yellow pistils 
and stamens surrounded by the petals made of pieces of colorless
paper. Moreover, their fragrance bears no meaning at all because 
they bloom in the night, 

and each time when the scorching sun brands the cactus’ skin 
it cries out loud from the pain of the thorns pierced through 
it’s burning flesh to form renewed skin, 
then, surprised by a heartrending cry, 
the birds flap their wings to fly in the air abandoning the cactus.

However the birds may be, they only are lifeless drones 
flying over a desert. And since they are lifeless, they 
don’t know the meaning of life, and that’s why they only see

the thorny flowers standing open arms in the midst of the desert that is 
filled with ashes of death—nuclear wastes, abandoned poisonous chemical
solutions polluted waters that drive lives to the edge of death.

To the saguaro cactus standing in the midst of man-made miseries, 
nonetheless, dreamed to have an audience with 
the mystic Queen of the Andes, 

and in order for him to fulfill his dream,
to have a long journey toward the south moving along with the sun, 
and then, after crossing the delicate line marked zero,* 
climbing up the Andes for a higher ridge that is higher than the drone. 

And as you go higher the wind starts to rise;
when the wind gets stronger to cut through the skin,
then saguaro’s thorns start to prick its own body from 
loneliness unbearable,  

and that is the time ripe for
the mystic Queen of the Andes to reveal herself 
from the clearing fogs, behind the thick and heavy veil of clouds.

She appears in a dress embellished with tens of thousands of 
not overly extravagant or pompous but graceful flowers that 
bloom centenary. 

She is the tree, immaculate and with inviolable dignity,  
she bears the blooms in the serenity of the high and deep mountain.
Today too, the saguaro cactus under scorching sun dreams 
a dream of seeing the elegant Queen of the Andes someday,
even afar it, stands as ever. 

Enveloped in the cloud, though Queen hides her image
she has left her sweet scent behind, 
in the sweet scent she left, the thorn flower saguaro stands
willing to wait another one hundred years to see her again.

*Zero: The Equator  

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The Illuminated Muse

The Illuminated Muse
Ingrid Showalter Swift

You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis
vibrate within me 
daze me 
sway me without weight or measure
I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture
and in it you lie in wait

You fill my cells 
with oxygen and mercury
the temperature rises 
my bearings drop
my center settle casts away
to an island of green palm breezes
waves of art washing…poetry like walk way stones laid and lead ...before me
and I am the eel in the sea
the elk on the prairie
I am an elephant 
tusks and  trunk held high to sky
baroque-ing out my demands to the dusted waterless ways of the Serengeti
Rise up in me…as the ground rises before the tectonic hand of God
Rise up in me atomic 
Equatorial in clime
Tornatonic in impact
I am ferocious 
in my thirst
Run me down with your intent
annihilate all argument
and end the war between us 

for you are simply
 a blue sapphire flickering in the firelight
Tumbling blue hues in a washer of stone
Flares of luminosity…raking the sky to a plunderous pink
a radiance 
like an alien ball in the forest
…illuminati imaginations....
trailing sparklings that follow the fairies into the dark wood

You are warm milk
into which I fall 
to the creamy center
float on clouded dark dreams
chewy and sweet 
the toffee reminiscence
 of….morning coffee…and black birds in flight
and you are the birth of child 
in the hands of heaven
you are everything arcane ...nubile and blessed and damned at once
and you alone drive my pen
to wagon wheel and weltings center

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Visible invisibility

Invisible visibility

once a gift for life                         
so visible, so amiable, 
meant to be divisible                                                           
soft toned plated silver and metal                                       
her weight in lead my fortune  
her presence my company
over two decades my treasury
a necklace so precious
its medallion now  treated malicious

dropped out of sight                     
beyond horizons                       
more then a loss
now unfeasible
behind that wordless wall
symphonies of silence
in a now former music hall

theaters' entrance entrance 
eternal revolving door
choose your chair
near mine
or further away
listen with your soul
talk with your heart
we'll take care
taking courage too

find  the source
of the good light
that still shines
and defines 
yin and yang of our lives

©Elly Wouterse

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Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind
Written by Adam M. Snow

Entrance me with your tune,
that gentle voice of yours.
Those sway ardent winds of harmony,
an echoed symphony of your life;
each word is wrapped in rhapsody,
flowing with the wind.

Your gentle voice, a breeze;
your whisper -- so angelically,
echoes throughout the world.
I hear it among the wind.
I hear it over the thunder of my beating heart.
I hear it calling to me.

We travel separate roads of life,
I got lost a time or two -- perhaps more.
Your voice helped me along the way;
your whispers in the wind,
echoes of sweet harmony,
it guided me back to you.

I want to hear it once more,
the melody of your voice.
Let it get lost among the wind;
(that sway ardent winds of harmony)
and have it find the heart within my ear.

Let your words etch itself upon my beating heart,
let them live forever upon my heart,
its beats won't fade the memory,
of what you've left in me.
Let them breath through my lungs.
Let me inhale your love;
it's sweet nectar to my soul,
an aroma sweet.

I hear it within a dream;
it brings me peace;
that caring voice of yours.
A stage whisper in the wind;
that soothing beat -- an interval,
an echoed symphony among the wind.

Those treacherous words of love,
"I do" and "love you"
forever in my mind,
forever in my heart.
Forever lingering on -- a song;
your whisper in the wind,
an echo -- a sweet echo.
©Copyright 2014

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A Wandering Thought

Alone in the night,
descending the stairs,
I desolate happiness,
out of scars
The scars of past,
and present and future,
And the happiness of a wandering thought

In the broad daylight,
when I fade out
My shallow heart
confines desires…
A blurred vision,
and numb nerves
A wandering loafer soul
And a wandering thought…
I leap mountains,
and walk through the seas
Across the wind,
trimming the fire
I let myself breathe,
and calm down
I surrender my ego
To a wandering thought…

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The Dirty Glass

His charm shovels dust in the mouth of her inhibition,
as if it were coal in the heart of a locomotive. 
Smiles and shot glasses shine in the dark,
as music blurs the edges of comfort
and it’s origin.
She can’t help but accept his offer,
…lust in a dirty glass.
"Let’s get out of here.."
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Dusty porcelain dolls,
quiet in the corner of 
              your blink. 
Victorian shutters,
calm against the 
an opaque artifice
to block the swell 
of oncoming wind.
Their darkness,
provides ignorance
of the storm ahead.
Only the clatter of
dollhead against
curio cabinet embrace
reveals the onslaught
of what is impending. 
So you cower with 
the inanimate, 
and wonder if,
at the end 
             they'll bleed too. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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She was his muse 
so beautiful, a true
angel on earth
'til she revealed 
to him her many scars 
Disquiet at first filled
with concern
then slowly proceeded  
to unstitch every one
of her wounds
as if they were buttons
of an old  blouse...

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Sometimes Angels lay with Demons

I felt myself crumble inside your grasp,
your storm shook me about,
and everything I was f
                                         into you.
I could see my demons burning in your eyes.
When we came,
it was a revelation. 
I laid there,
              subdued by the brilliance,
tracing constellations on the arc
of your warmth.
I knew I had to be 
a better man from then on.
I knew you were here
to save me. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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To Catch The Moon

How does one capture the moon?
Catch hold of its beams and tug it 
to the earth?
Rearrange the stars
So it might mistake the 
earth for horizon?
Should it be coaxed down
Or caught in one's mouth
And swallowed all at once?
Don't tell me it's impossible
My lover has done it, you know
Every night, when the light is low
I see it shining from his eyes

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Fell Apart

i reached for your hand 
and you reached for my heart
in that same instant, 
we both fell apart 

fell apart into one another 
in hopes the other would be there to 
pick up the pieces 

i'm still broken 

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Blue stood quietly
in the midst of leaves -
brown, autumn leaves,
dry and dusty.

He had placed them there
over the decades.
One by one,
as far as the eye could see.

Each leaf was a memory of mine
which he kept for me
in his desolate field
of crackle and wind.

When at last he saw the wisdom of it,
he began to take each one in his hand.
Remember this one, he would say.
Then he would crush it in his palm.

As the wind took the broken leaf away,
pain was lifted; shame was embraced
and each powerful memory would rise
into the soft air to trouble me no more.

In a few days, his work was done,
and he held only one leaf now.
This one is for me, he whispered.

And when he crushed it,
Blue and the leaf rose into the air
and together, they whispered away.

And, when at last I saw the wisdom of it,
I remembered those things -
those brittle, brittle things
and the little boy who kept them
and the little boy who let them go.

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The dreary chattel of self-preservation 

blinks slowly under a roof of delusion;

a vacancy sign laced with the angst

of neon's persuasion.

Everyone leans a little too far,

toward a mahogany mantle;

suffering the harsh taste of

tomorrow's guilt.

But tonight,

they are free.

Tonight they pour 

their love into frosted 


and drown. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Hands stir sand,
pluck dead skin.
 Eyes endeavor to reach
the end of the horizon,
fight the blur of woe. 
Throats cough against 
stale lips that can no longer
harbor tasting tongues.
Dizzy bones linger inside
unkempt sacks of wonder,
hoping to find rain in a 
place where there is none.
The sun beckons the lost forward.
The first blush,
and the last scowl of day
taunts their souls…
Feet leave their mark 
in a place soon to be 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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The blush of breath against creation;
wind born from the mouth of perception
sending life into the veins of what has been struck.
Beauty in the shade of compassion,
thriving in a glade of torment.
Reckoning splattered upon a blank
canvas whispering “I need purpose”. 
Deception bathed in guilt,
letting forgiveness blot the stains 
of regret from the very same easel.
Art is condemnation and exaltation
in chaotic synchronicity.
Harnessed disarray,
profound confusion.
Oxymoronic clarity.
Bloody peace,
screaming silence.
Conceptual destruction,
and subtle suggestion.
Art studied you,
before you pondered before it.
Felt the gush,
while you blinked..
Craved while you fed
 and suffered for your stare.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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For Many a Millennia

For many a millennia
man has walked
       on this earth.
During this journey
he has learned much
but not enough
for his appetite.
To feed the hunger
he grows a special
a garden filled with
each year a bigger crop
is harvested to satisfy
the increasing need
        for knowledge.

For many a millennia
man has mauled
        and scarred
the face of the earth,
        has interrupted
        and disturbed
the workings of nature
with his pollution,
destruction, wars,
tearing down,
and building up --
events of mainly
technological origins.

For many a millennia
man's knowledge has enlarged,
now it's running amok.
If it continues
we will find ourselves
buried in long forgotten
tombs of earthen crust,
from space just holes
        and pot marks
in Terran soil,
on ground level
     vast wastelands
excavated by man
to feed technology,
to build concrete roads
        and buildings,
creating a Heaven for man,
a real hell for Earth,
a planet which millennia ago
was still uncluttered,
        much greener,
        pollution free.
A virgin among the stars
awaiting the then unknown
dawn of technological


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He spins,
face turned upward.
arms outstretched,
leaves falling from his tightened fists;
leaves falling like little secrets
from a white knuckled mind.

The leaves obey Newton
but take their directions
from his twirl,
spinning too, as they free fall
to the autumn earth.

Whispered chants float
on crisping air;
to the world of Vertigone.

Ever turning, spinning,
he loosens one leaf after another,
to lay their fragile lightness
upon the covered ground;
a rite that spins the secrets
from a desperate fright.

He does this in the day
to spin away the night.

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A Realistic Analysis

As I tumble through the sky,
I begin to understand
what it means to be in the
hands of God.
 It's about time
I came to understand this.
I relax, knowing
there is no defense left.
 Somebody else's project now am I;
or maybe none will do it.
Beyond caring am I.
Others will fret, either
 left without the pieces of my flesh
or saddened.

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I Do

Someday I will say 
"I do" to you 
and from this day 
I will forever long 
and always pray 
to hear your sighs
of light and day
as they mix with
midnight hearts like mine.
your veins and I 
will be the start of
something more than
day and night

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Dark Matter

Stars crash against God's bedpost,
while the dead dream of thunder.
Eyelids cringe under their strike-
The smell of burning wood,
The rot of tomorrow's precipice,
drifts out beyond the grasp
of failing sense.
We are the quarry.
The open gash in the skin of existence,
born to bare the weight of those who
failed to learn to row with the gravity
of cosmic tide.
We crumble ashen pyres into our hearts
and breathe out darkened nebula-
Hope for a birth of chance.
A new beginning.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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I am the metronome
mover of measures
wide . . . . . . . . wide . . . . . . . . . . . . swings my pendulum
tracing the tempos of time

my hands
a poco a presto
the strings of my mind

I am the hollow
Trickle my tunes
to the tilt of the times

The see-sawing sea
paces my sands—
murmurs ageless songs
in major
and minor

Sharp waves
crack my still mirror—
capture the startled sun
in splintered rays

I am the pulse of the wordless deep
constant my cadence
the play of my tides
the gravity of the moon

– Harley White 

< 1972 >

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Six Dollar Wine

 Six Dollar Wine (And A Dime)

I wait patiently between the pages of fiction           
                The remembrance of me slops
Between the breaths of your tear drops
I’ve been used as a bookmark
    For a forgotten novel on your shelf
  And my future may look dark
     But I’ve learned to live with myself
  I’m just a flattened out receipt
              For a cheap bottle of wine
  That you bought on 5th Street
              For six dollars (and a dime)
      Someday you will open my home
            And I will no longer be alone
           What will happen when you find me?
     Will you remember when I was set free?
       Will you remember that I was nice and clean
                 From the roll of paper in that machine
   That you so often got pieces of
  At the liquor store that you love?

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Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave

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Even Still

Although the night is black, the sky is still blue.
A blanket of fog covers the late evening sky; above it, night light from the moon and stars still shines.
When a new day begins dressed in dark clouds; even still, the sun rises along with it to give forth its light.
As I ponder all of the above.... I wonder
Is there love as enduring and true as this?

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She ran her fingers across my skin,
counting my scars as if they were legal tender. 
I thought about the moment when skin
breaks apart, when life has a chance 
to escape its cage.
I think she could see it in my eyes,
because her touch became a violent rush,
her nails hungry for the burst of 
what was wrought between us. 
And so, I bled for her;
Staining her hunger with the rage of scars 
she couldn’t see. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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No one Sees the Truth

Oh see those blind fools walk side by side
Saying bye-bye to their purity and virginity;
They held on as long as possible,
But they couldn't hold on long enough,
They smile and say "I love him,"
But ask what she 'loves' about him;
She is speechless and quiet.

See the foolish girls,
And the boys who act foolish
They don't see the Truth,
No one ever seen the truth,
Because they don't want to hear the truth,
Or talk of the truth
Or face the truth, because they don't know the truth.

Tired and sleepy
They all are smiling
And they don't care where they go;
And they don't care what they do.
They don't care whose hearts they break,
Whose feelings they hurt,
Whose eyes they make tear
And guts they make ache,
Fools, so tired because they don't know the truth,
No one ever seen the truth,
No one sees the truth,
For they fear the truth
And cannot bear the truth.
Love is the truth,
They block the truth
And they shed their tears
Soak through their pillow cases;
And their hearts break,
And they can't take it anymore,
They take to the bottle,
And too the gun and they smile.

The sun rises the next day
And we are one less fool
Who never has seen the truth.
Sad but true...


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Metaphoric Maze

Metaphoric Maze
Still damp from the wash of a waking dream I realize the pain from the past and how much 
its lied
Although not by force I was led to believe in the dimmest of truths thus kept awash in grief 
All of the many things now remade as they truly were splendid things simple hidden treasure
Grasping at the meaning from the other side of the murky metaphor is finally a thing not so 
It has always been worth the while even as the seconds have become long yet timeless years
My epic life a work of art the masters of fate around me still hard at work in bliss and 
As I look down on the tableau from where I’ve become the high road, I can see it very 
clearly now
It has never been the easy path filled with twist, turns, danger, and despair but so worth it all
Erected by cause and effect as a monument for later travelers to ponder as they reach for 
the summit  
Yes as feeble as it may seem the wizened ones were so right, the journey is its own reward

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District 13 Revolution

Fireworks slide down the back of my tongue

Some went north to imitate stars, 

knowing all to well they wouldn’t even make it to the stratosphere

A fire can’t breathe with no air

Ask that man in the alley why he has to shoot black skies into his veins to see them.

You probably have more in common than you might think.

Satellite transmissions making waves like the oceans they cover

Healthy food is expensive, while poison is damn near free!

There is a storm coming

Grab your blankets and I will tell you how it ends with a new beginning.

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Watching With Keen Interest

As dogs eat dogs,and cats eat the intestine of
the cats, I watch with keen interest.

Trees fall over trees,
sun gazes with great intensity
as cloud whispers in thick darkness
and the sky belches loudly,
I watch with keen interest.

As shark swallows the tilapia and
 the tilapia the tadpoles and phytoplantons,
the sea boils to a very high temperature,
making its abode uncomfortable,
The frogs and crabs have to relocate,
I watch with keen interest.

The flower displays its beauty for a little while,
and turns grey suddenly,
This makes the butterfly to become angry,
angry!for this cosmetic display;
I watch with keen interest.

Fallen  leaves float on water surface,
Not cared for nor remembered;oblivion persists,
The lion screams and the forest is deserted,
as the ants and bees prepare for war,
I adjusted my cornea and iris
to watch more of this scenario.
What will finally happen?
what will the lower animals do?
What about the summit of the seven gorillas(G7)?
Would the jungle law be obeyed?

*Personification mixed with Metaphors*


CONTEST:"What do you make of this? sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.

RE-entry for The Contest:"Take Two" sponsored by Nette Onclaud 4-03-2014

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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?

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feelin good feelin hot

Eyes to the sand,
         an inch away
wind catches my back 
as the seagulls soar,

a saucer through 
the blue
diving in and out 

trash is blown,
leaving its will to 
stay with ground

soar trash soar

as I lay sturdy
with palms

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I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses. 
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to 
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive 
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes. 
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive. 
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright. 
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.. 
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins. 
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.. 
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive. 
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.. 
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes. 
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew. 
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.. 
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go. 
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.. 
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.

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I JUST hate IT

Poem " I just hate It".

I just hate it
When you sing your lyrics 
Breathing fire, loveless bliss.
I just hate it 
When you show scorn
Deluding to grandeur
Of superfluous beginnings
Yet rejecting the reality 
of a humble morn.

I just hate it
When you dominate, criticize, deride
Yet your own frailties, you deny
I just hate it
When those venemous eyes
Peering through the shutters of doom
Without saying a word
I despise you,I hate you
Your character, your being, your entirety.

I just hate it
When you shook my world
Stealing, winning my girl
Leaving me empty, thoughtless, worn
And when in shackles of my melanchony hour
You teased me, grieved me
Put her on a pedestal
Parading your amorous embraces
Then serenaded her,  toured the world.

I just hate it
When victors tell the story
Through rose tinted glasses
Then bellows from the mountains
Your redemption is here
Salvation has arrived
We are the victors
This is lifes history
We tell only lies.

I just hate it
When all the work is done
And the only reward, the burning sun
With streams of my boiling sweat
You reap the harvest shorn
I just hate it
When indiscretions becomes your mantra
Principles are no longer part
Yet you spew your maternal virtue
Yet don't give a toss..

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The End of the Line

I boarded the last train out of reality,
seeking the great West of Nowhere
you promised we'd call our own.
I asked the attendant,
"Are we there yet?"
But she just gave me a sad laugh
and asked me to sit back down.
I guess she just doesn't understand.

At each stop I close my eyes and hold my breath,
not daring to take a single peek until I feel 
the train moving beneath me, 
hoping you'll be there when I open my eyes.

You never are, but that's okay.
You promised you'd meet me somewhere along the way,
and you wouldn't break a promise.
Would you?

You still remember me, don't you?
Of course you do.

Eventually, the train stops and the lights dim.
I am told it is the end of the line,
but it must be a mistake.
You aren't here
and this isn't our West of Nowhere.

I guess I'll try again tomorrow,
I'll find it, I swear!

Just don't give up on me.

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Yellow Crayon

In the art gallery where sharp-edged women 
stop their strides abruptly before famous paintings 
... of colored squares- 
In discussions of a novel, where sex is not exactly 
sex, only a metaphor we squint eyes at eachother 
across wooden tables, desperate to see- 
In conversation, where the surety I felt for you 
has faded to an ache across my ribs, 
faint, but still not nothing- 

In a shape-shifting world 
where I am taught the shades of 
subtleties in the tipping-forward of a smile, 
skin striking skin, and 
red against blue, 
I only want to be white on white, 
a small child with a red hair-ribbon 
frantically scribbling smiles 
in bright yellow crayon.

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Blank Slate

Vision is flexed
No way in
Try to come about
Straighten in a dulled storm
There is no mental form
How can I paint with no canvas
Tunnel vision eyes fixed
Onto a point that doesn't exist
All by myself hide by myself
Suddenly a spike in red internally
Kill to feel anger
Bridge the gap of voids
Drown inside a chemical cocktail
To tell myself that I feel something
But to come down and not drown
Is that the large fear
To find there isn't a glass to fill
Feeling like an echo ghost
Stalking around the other lives
Hiding from their leering eyes
And their clicking teeth of spite
No chemical cure
For their perceived hate
So instead I'll stay here
And live in a blank slate

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I sit with an apathetic reaction
The roar of sound that surrounds me
A white noise of constant chatter
I hear laughter, I hear crying
But I still sit in my never ending apathy

In my apathy I still remain
In the gray wall room 
That protects me from feelings
No emotion can break through
My apathetic room

I watch with my apathetic indifference
Observing the emotional
 I see all the sadness, heartache and pain
As people lose to emotions they have gained
So I locked away my feelings till only apathy remained

With my apathy I made a little box
Where I stuffed all my feelings
All the love and the joy
The sorrow and pain
So in my apathy, I’ll never lose, never gain

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Deleting Angels

I dreamed of a fiery eyed angel,

whose only job was to sing between thunderclaps

and whisper sweet nothings into the heart

of epiphany’s persuasion.

But, she was bored.

Her muse crippled by the slow 

thrumming of an adjacent and 

mewling savant. His harp sang

beautifully, but also…redundantly

and as the storm raised its pulse,

 it clattered against my eyelids. 

Their harmony baffled my slumber,

and I rose, half awake

              …still entranced by the static of 

                                     their disheveled ceremony.

I wished that I could hear her 

speak more clearly, that the 

song wasn’t so jarring, 

to my rotting sensibility;

that I could sleep to the 

sound of something less

erratic than your three 

month old voice-mails;

repeating broken goodbyes

over and over, gestating 

in the bowels of my denial.

I reached for the phone,

and watched lightning strike,

finally realizing I was awake;

I deleted your voice from the

the memory card in my chest

and laid beneath an empty sky. 

There are no angels up there,

not really.

At least not when I’m awake. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 

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The Wrench

The words were stale and restless in his mouth,

so he spat them out onto the floor,like the gristle of

an overdone steak; and her brow furrowed over 

every writhing anecdote, as his falsehoods lay

withering at clumsy feet. So,

she could see through him; 

He was more than ready to let it all burn out,

 he was tired of the rot. Tired of running his tongue

over teeth begging to spark under weighty words. 

And she…

She was done carrying a corpse with the 

arms of a shadow;

Memory can only drive a vessel so far. 

So, as the sun rose and dried out the 

flesh between them; the finality of 

goodbye drove them apart,

like a sunrise, that can never be set.

Not again. 

It’s all just earth now. Decomposed; however tampered:

It’s hot asphalt burning the toes of lover’s dreams.

Molten Steel falling unto the breast of a newborn city.

Pollution choking the quake of sentient evolution. 

Love dampened by the leak of morality, fidelity….

It’s so easy to throw a wrench into the machine,

and too damn tempting to watch it burn…

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Love is not an obligation. 
Love is adaptation.

The fuel of prevalence,
The foundation of courage.

The basis on which life,
finds true meaning.

Love is not comfortable,
It is the fine line between,
agony and serenity.

Love is suffering cruelty,
without the fading of compassion.

Love is longing through the night,
Love is the single tear that finds its way 
out of the eye of a hardened soul.

The breaking of a mischievous spirit,
That finds itself humbled,
at the face of reality.

Rain falling on barren land,
The feeling of naked feet amid,
the tide and snow white sand.


-James Kelley 2010©

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Voices drifting between the branches 
Swept away by the evening chill
Hurried footsteps and loved ones pulled close 
First light from fires kindled 
Smoke slowly curling into the darkening sky
Loud clangs from vendors closing up shop 
Exhaust from tailpipes fills the frigid air 
Puff, puff, puff….
Greedily taking up space and creating a haze
Lights change but no one seems to notice or care 
A lone vagabond sits slumped over between two pillars
Young lovers gleefully pass without a care in the world
Soothing sounds of a distant musician waft lazily through the scene 
Reminiscent of Miles and “In a Silent Way” 
Naked and bare without their summer attire 
The trees begin to bow against the tight grip of winter’s onset
A lone store front sign dances and hums to its own electric muse 
Sirens in the distance 
A baby cries somewhere on the top floor and the world spins 
All under the watchful eye of the neon moon

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Chianti Dreams

I wrote my dreams on the back of a paper bag.
Stuffed them down inside an empty bottle of Chianti 
and threw it into the ocean.
The tide rolled it right back to me,
with words as wet as my eyes.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved.

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I arose

I arose

I arose from the fire
And saw nothing but dust
Swaying in the wind,
which gust wildly from left to right
And right to left

I arose from the fire
And saw no water;
The lakes and oceans
Dried up, like desert oasis
In the plain silent seas of love

I arose from heartbreak and sorrow,
To await for me on the tops of golden caped mountains
for me much more heartbreak and sorrow
That arises with the flames,
Follows not a storm of water, to sooth the sorrow,
But more fire to endure the pain of heartbreak

I arose to dust and ash
In a nightmare called “life”
And it was hell,
It still is hell,
But I still arise to a new day in hell.


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Lovers whisper-laughing,
stumbling home in the rain. 
O, to be so drunk again. 

r ~ 5/3/14

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The unsung song

I have a song in my heart, 
that has yet to be given notes.
Notes that should kiss piano keys,
and give wings to grace.
Commit wind to pass over
tender chords, and reveal
her beauty to the world.
She inspires tones that 
whisper in my mind.
She alone can sing them.
Only her voice will do.
-James K 2013, All rights reserved.

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A Tattered and Fraying Fabric

Curled up in a comfy chair,
a shoe box filled with years
of captured memories in her lap;
memories of motherhood - so bitter sweet.
Her smile turns down -
the wet of her sadness drips from her face.
The chair gives her no comfort
for the paper images in the box 
screams the truth of what was and what is.
Sadly; her once tightly woven fabric
weaved unconditionally, thread by thread
with bare hands and God's help,
is now...tattered and fraying,
never to be restored to what it once was.
And from this tattered and fraying fabric
is a unique and vital thread missing...
a thread  that can never be replaced. 

So bitter out weighs the sweet.
Captured memories are stored away.
Head in hands she prays....desperately she prays....
that what remains of this fabric can be salvaged.

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While I eat this apple

Hey you, dressed in blue,
hiding your face in rags,
while carrying those heavy bags;
Come hear and show me love,
while I eat this apple
of your soul.

Smile beautiful,
hold that head up toward the sun,
while I chew into the core
of that sweet apple of your soul.

Give me a kiss,
thank you.

Now watch this magic trick,
I'll make all that sadness
with one simple kiss,
the stroke of a black-inked pen
to frail white paper.
don't close your eyes; I don't want
you to miss it!

Don't be scarred,
Love is on your side Blue-girl.

Don't cry,
come into my arms;
a kiss on your cheek,
a loving kiss from heart
to heart.
Feel me eat that rotten
core from deep in your soul,
and feel loved again.
No thanks required,
just a poet at his best,
doing his job.


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The Darkest Place

The fall comes early to frost covered souls
bound in damp, worn wool blankets
barefoot wanderings
over cold birch branches, sticks,
crack covered ground

thorns, thistles, briars
scratch, pierce the skin
tug at the coverings
lay bare
the naked heart

to face the hollow cold
without purpose
only a ceaseless longing

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Even the Wicked

Shivering tinder, blazing breath.

Words whispered by ember’s death. 

The last gasp of the risen;

slowly falling unto tomorrow’s shadow.

Sleep comes even,

to the wicked. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Your words are the sweetest kiss,

wind pouring against flowers, 

sending their seeds down

unto our valley;

Breeding beauty with grace.

Our tears,

balmy and serene;

filtered by your 


water the script,

channel their purpose.

No matter what happens,

our embrace is eternal,

     our union will bloom.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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silent and numb

black and white butterfly's
pasted to the cold glass windowpane
against the grainy image of clouds
but to the butterfly's they are forever sailing the windless world
forever following eachother in such
sweet refrain silent and numb

black and white butterfly's
pasted to the glass wilderness
the urge to give their lives color
the desire to be more than born to be
to see the better world
greener pastures
to be the apple of some young girls eye
to be the happier dream

brief moment
when head above water
the thoughts are clearer
the feelings less fractured
swimming the last mile filled
with sunshine breathing
feels so free
after the nail to the head laughter box
creature image hollow pool
where we have run out of water
while i'm still trying to swim upstream
beat the butterfly's home
while i'm still
silent and numb

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Secrets are like hidden treasure
waiting to be discovered 
Like the forbidden fruit
waiting to be plucked
Like deception
shrouded in sincerity

Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet

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Slow Death

It rolled off my tongue like a tumbleweed, 
and you stood there dazed. 
A disease waiting for the injection.
 I laughed. 
Not because I hated you, 
but because there was nothing 
left to do but watch the reality of
 the world sink into your bones. 
You finally understood why the 
stones you throw fall into the lake. 
Not because of gravity,
 but because they're old souls 
too tired of keeping their heads above water.
 Just like us. 
We were drowning each other. 
Maybe love is too dense, 
maybe mankind too shallow?  
Or maybe we're just a bunch of filthy 
 animals that should have never came up 
with such a fairy tale like love in the first place.
 But we did, 
and here we are in the midst of a chapter
 barely breathing between sighs 
that lie to us both. 
Bodies that yearn for one another 
knowing that we admittedly barely adjust
 each day to the other's mental inclinations.
 Heavy with lust our souls twist,
 bend, and almost break under the 
feeling that made them come alive. 
It has become an infection! 
"I don't know how I'm going to survive you."
 -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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They Ask Me

They ask me if I’m “fine”
And I say I don’t know what that means
They ask me if I “forgive them”
And I say I don’t know what that means 
They ask me if I know what “love” is 
And I say I don’t know what that means 
I honestly don’t think they do either. 
They seem more clueless than I do. 
At least I can walk these streets knowing who I am 
And that no one can take that away from me
But they don’t know that 
So they lose their identities 
I am fine, I don’t forgive them, and I do know what love is
But their questions are so broad I can’t answer them 
Love is something they’ll never truly know 
A blessing from God that they won’t be blessed with 
They don’t deserve to be anyway 
But then they ask me what love is 
But darling I haven’t got a clue
And neither have you. 

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My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.

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Our War

With every arrow thrown from the lips of her moan,
I yield only an echo of the capture.
I am lost in the reverie of our war.
The thrashing salted in sweet devour
held deeply in breaths of charred lungs.
Nothing is as sweet as this destruction,
the arc of her back against my hips,
the jolting river of united frustration.
We delve into a sacred corruption,
and create a tempest to settle the 
wake of day.
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved.

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The Cruel Raven

Decrepted soul how blind are thee
To see the world so cold and cruel
From the blood shed of lost lives
Like crushed cacoons of butterflies
Not given the chance to take flight.

You judge so quickly
Of what you can't understand
Than given the chance
To see through the mask.

Why must you be cold
To judge things before hand
Than learning their secrets
Seeing no rainbow in the sky
After a rainy storm by day.

Why can't you accept
Things as they are
Let the cacoons grow
So butterflies can flee
From the silky prisons
That held them back.

You the raven
Talons that slice
Butterflies of life
Hope and dreams flee.

The more cruel and heartless
Lesser are the butterflies
Whose only dream is to flee
To go off to live their lives.

As the remaining butterflies
Fly off to distant lands
You sit on your branch
Not willing to take the chance.

Foolish raven are you not,
You are missing quite alot,
Not willing to take risks
There you perch upon the sticks.

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Timid Songbird

You caught the bird
That got away from me
So keep it safe
And hold it gently
Since its bones
Are easily broken
And though it might
Flap its wings in fear 
at first,
Stroke its feathers
And wait
And you just might
Hear it sing

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Consonance and Dissonance

   Some metallic beating of a Drum like heavy rainfall resonated through the night 
as the wind swept through the trees and across the somber ponds of The West. 
    Some nights: these nights—fireflies are the sparkling blue-green dots scattered across an aloof sky. 
        And how the onlookers stare dumbly at the Horizon and the clouds! 
Evanescent, blue…dark shades cover a bush and how the stars are 
                 Climbing (!)
                        the black cloth of night like spiders, 
              Oh! the inherent beauty of the world? 
And the iridescent flowers are laid dead over the infinite fields.  

    Some metallic beating of a Drum like ponderous footsteps circling a room fills the gracious day. 
The sun with her full smile sends streams of gold and orange to sneak through the
        crevices of 
 the cracked ceiling of the abandoned theater to illuminate the dust.   
         Random in their intent and brutal in their delivery, the messages of light assuage the gentle Earth 
     She hands over her key…
Such madness!  Madness!
Pools of water scattered across the open fields; coquettish waves undulate under the gale. 
  Such madness!  Madness!
The ethereal beats of the Drum like stolen heartbeats boom! Boom! Boom!
    Such madness!  Madness!
And maybe the Lady can answer such idling question as to why the cacophony:
          “And could you tell us of the day you found this disorder dancing like daft Pagans?”
And she says: “No, for the beauty of absurdity is that the very idea of order contradicts     
      its existence”
           Hypnotic chanting: Chaos makes order chaos makes order chaos makes order…

    Some metallic beating of a Drum like a steel box in the bosom of Space
It spins like the burning Earth on a bender
Oh, the cacophony! Oh, the madness!
Such Madness…

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Do not rebuke ignorance before its time.
During her first hours,
the seed is unaware 
of the infinite power which calls her 
toward the sky.
She knows only the soil,
He is her only friend,
Her constant companion.

But soon she feels her mind expanding,
As her roots dive deep into the ground-
her first branches
reach out,
and break through the soil,
who has created a path for his sister.

The light beckons to her,
and she blossoms in its warm embrace.
The forest is overwhelmed by her beauty,
And she rules over them with a kind heart.

Though millennia have passed as seconds,
She has never forgotten her childhood friend,
Who, like a gentleman,
Opened the door to this world
That she has grown so fond of.
He knew of her beauty before she did.
He believed so much in what she could become,
That she could not help but believe in it herself.

And so each day the beauty of her soul is seen 
In the strength of her branches, 
in the innocence of her songs,
and in the lovingkindness of her heart.

All because he believed.

Feel fee to leave any constructive criticism, thanks.

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A Thinker Who is Sitting on a Toilet Seat

A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly, 
though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker 
who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts, 
naked on the bottom-half because he couldn't get completely naked 
like the thinker, excretes waste from his body.

Although the waste excreted from his body can be flushed out 
it may alleviate him for a while, the belly still is a bit uneasy 
from the accumulated evil thoughts he kept in his body for years, 
won't be able to flush out. 

That's why the toilet seat starts to crack, 
and because overly abusing the lower body 
the pain creeps up from the bottom of the pit,
and that would be the entrance to the little hell. 

If you see it from another angle, you can say that
the water from the toilet is the water of Lethe, which
will merge into Elysium, and therefore it may be Utopia;
then why squat down on the toilet seat troubled.

It's rather interesting to watch life,
since he is unable to filter the root of the larger hell 
that is lurking somewhere in his body, though, 
he fell into own dodge, condemning the lower belly, 
unable to leave the toilet.

You are a weary wanderer going after a soul that drifted away; 
you are a befogged soul facing hell but turning away from it, 
and anchored the weight of your mind to the hell that is 
on the other side of the world, sniffing a nauseous smell of sulfur 
bubbling up from the bottom of the deep sea. 

You are a wounded charger dashing aimlessly through the midst 
of the smoke of battle and the rain of bullets, therefore, though 
you have a mane you are unable to rise or call the wind, yet carrying 
a self-conceited pedant who favors the use of unfamiliar words and 
invents odd phrases to show-off on your back. 

Why don't you, instead of pacing in hell,
swallow a handful of powder to help loosen the bowels excrete 
the layer after layers of evil thoughts and the heaps of wastes 
accumulated in the body for decades.

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Morning Synchronicity

She was a warm coffee cup

brimming over with the sweet

expectation of lips that could

give her the comfort she sought.

He was a sunrise

cradling the morning in

arms of mercy;

He held her sight still, 

giving the horizon colors

he knew would feel, just right.

Together they waited for 

the jostle of day;

the pitter pat of tiny feet,

the quiet groan of a still tired father,

a mother’s call to the kitchen.

Together they will blossom under

the colors chosen, for mornings of 

peace. Together they will wilt the 

morning, and break the day,

until night’s slumber. 


-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Coming on Home

Coming on home,
in a rain storm on the 4th of July,
watching the neon colors of explosions
blowing high up in the dark, purple sky
spraying joy and happiness with designs
of man's love and creation.
Coming on home to a place
that is warm in the heart,
but cold in the mind of harsh memories
and of brushed fingertips and slashed backs
and broken bones and snapped spines;
warm in the heart... coming home to my baby
whose been gone for way too long,
and it's time for her to come home now!

Coming on home with a suitcase full of nothing,
and a book full of nothing,
and shoes and pants and a shirt and jacket filled with nothing,
coming on home with nothing,
nothing... at all-
Brains full of nothing but wasted air
and a mind full of broken dreams and worries
that snap in a moment's notice
without hesitation break my own back and snap my fingers
and blind my eyes with lye and grin at me,
as I come on home to nothing-

Coming on home,
a crown and sash(Homecoming King and Queen)
the dance, all the pretty girls dressed in white and blue
and the football game,
the home team loses by a touchdown,
but the kids they're still cheering and the cheerleaders do backflips
and smile and laugh,
the quarterback kisses his girlfriend on the fifty yard marker,
that was used for a battlefield;
(Boy, what a happy couple, voted the cutest couple in the Senior Polls)
Coming on home,
nothing special,
just another year with the same old heartbreak and sorrow
and same old smiles and frowns and dances and games
and cars that roam freely up and down the highways
and side streets going 90 in a 25.
Coming on home to a dark world
and for a moment everything is quiet
and sincere, and bang!!!
A high school romance that was never meant to become
was destroyed by envy and jealousy,
and this poem was written out of tears and a broken heart,
that has been shielded by smiles that hurt my face,
and tears held back that blinded my eyes,
and a scream that couldn't come out,
so it sits there, a lump in my throat
and this is the only way I can get it out,
by coming on home,
and writing this poem,
in peace and quiet.


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Near the End

Red starlit fabric drapes over the model
the artist tries his best
to capture in oil, on canvas,
small lit places on her skin;
light through the trees, outside the window

his sight is marginal;
he goes mostly from memory, instinct
and what he imagines is actually there
he stops for a moment, hard to breathe,
asks her to rest

she is bored
knows he is no master
will sit for him anyway,
he pays,
she has time

after a few minutes, he starts again
re sets her, pulls out a smaller brush
strains his eyes
swears this will be the last one...
until tomorrow.

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The Metaphysical Monument

(Deu. 32: 4 / Rom. 11: 33 / 1 Cor. 2: 10 / Ps. 104: 24 /1 Kings 8: 27)

Nature  -- Is Just  The Noble Hands of GOD
Setting Our Reality's Ruler & Cosmic Rod

Existence  -- Is Just His Massive-Energy
Radiating, Invigorating & Acting Wondrously

Creation -- Is GOD's Canvass-Splendor
It's His Image In The Greatest Artistry Mirror

The Universe  -- Is GOD's Deep Ocean Space
Where His Marvelous Mysteries - We're Allowed To Chase
& The Universe Is GOD's Cosmos-Credential Briefcase
& His Valise-Vessel Carrying Each Planetary-Vase

Heaven  -- His Domain: A Holy, Golden City of Purest Glass
Where Angels and Kings and His Son's Light Basks

Eternity -- Is GOD's Dynamic Door
and Those Who Are Nice - He'll Let Enter & Explore

The Wind  -- Is GOD's  Fearless Feet - It Soars When He Steps
& Time  -- Is Something Only GOD Knows Where It Goes & Where Kept

& Time  -- Is GOD's Constant Record -That Has Never Lept
Yes, Time, Is GOD's Eyelids - Which Have Never Slept

Life  -- Is GOD's Property, His Possession - That He Leases Out
& If Humans Look In Their Hope Chest - There Would Be No Doubt

Love  -- GOD Is Love - So Love Is Loyalty & Mercy-Fair
Love Is Grace & Kindness & Honor & Goodness Is Always There
Love Is The Highest Emotion & Purest Passion That Shows GOD Cares
&  Joy  -- Is The Journey of Each Living Moment That GOD Shares

Peace  -- Is The Products of GOD's Purpose &Ways & Promises
Hope & Faith  -- Is Always and Ever GOD's Dewdrop Audiences

Wisdom  -- Is GOD's Keen-Mind: Genius-Designer & Intellect-Architect
Beauty  --  Is GOD's Look & Lightning Sight & Views All-Seeing Perfect

Truth  --  Is GOD's Voice, His Words, Written Passages & His Whispers 
&  Rain Showers, Cyclones, Thunder, Ocean Waves & Mountain-Echo-Fixtures
GOD's Sounds, Abounds & Are Poetic Sayings To His Listeners
&  We Hear GOD's Truth In Many Audible, Sonic Mixtures

Trust  -- Is A Line To GOD That Stretches To Infinity
That Trust  -- Is A Cord That Stretches With Complete Integrity

Judgement  -- Is GOD's Balance, Like Night & Day - Light & Dark
GOD Keeps Law & Order & Obedience - Like He Keeps Eden's Park

Power  --  Is The Traces of Glory - GOD Leaves In His Path
Forces -- So Explosive Awesome! - &We Haven't Seen Close To Half

Holy Spirit -- Is GOD's Touch & Breath & Moves All of These
& This Is My Metaphysical Monument To GOD's Image & Breeze

O' Who Could Not Love A GOD So Good
& If You Really Think About It - You Know You Should

Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/27/2013 
by:  MoonBee Canady

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Short Wicks and Crochet Needles Don't Ignite a Flame

We are a crooked spinal cord,
unfixable scoliosis ,
intertwining our vertebrae,
broken back bone,
solid case of we just don’t keep each other upright anymore.

We are an accordion,
swiftly dividing and reconnecting.
The sounds of harmonicas, claps,
and the flicks of lighters
whistle at our performance of dysfunction-
Always parting as soon as we meet,
never meeting long enough to just be,
sort out things or carry on
because in a split second we are always gone.
Come back to me,
stay for a while and sing,
listen to the harp players finger pads strum amazingly.

You are a meteorite,
falling into my orbit,
puncturing the lung of my atmosphere.
You are a candles wick that is too short,
extinguishing my flame with your loss of words.
Silence and darkness,
harsh and bitter,
not willing to take the chance and just let be burn bright,
fill up the room with my light.
You let me die.

I am a crochet needle,
bending the yarn of you,
weaving together your threads 
to make you something that you’re not.
Maybe you were meant to change,
and I was meant to stay the same,
but our coping skills don’t cooperate,
and we put too much water in the flask,
diluting the chemicals.
There was no reaction.

We are a dance without a song,
offbeat drumming,
fingerless strumming,
out of place humming,
creatures that are becoming nothing.

We are a broken mood ring,
scratched record,
dull pencil,
chipped car paint,
two humans that just aren’t programmed to be together.

Maybe if crochet needles could light the wick of a candle,
or maybe if we didn’t step on each other’s toes when we danced,
or maybe if we calculated our chemistry correctly,
we could start a reaction.
And maybe I’m just making up excuses,
trying to find reasoning behind the puzzles pieces not fitting,
trying to discover something that will never be there.

But I have come to find that short wicks and crochet needles don’t ignite a flame.

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Sometimes I forget that I’m holding my breath,

                  the reason why;

until I begin to suffocate.

My chest begins to burn, 

my vision un-tethered to

the spectrum slung toward it. 

All I can see is a silhouette.

It looks like you walking through the door;

holding everything you took with you that

night when you said you had to go,

but would never forget the beat of my heart.

You’re holding it in your hands.

It’s writhing, and fighting to get loose;

but your nails dig in until blood spatters

its way out of my mouth.

"I’m back." you say.

And I gasp, taking in the violent rush

of air, that I had forgotten was there.

…now, unbridled and erratic,

unable to cope with your form. 

I never thought I’d see you again. 

But there you are.

Standing in the doorway. 

Ready to finish it.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Ecliptic Silence

Hopeful but its so mundane
Filling the hollowness with more empty pleasure
But it takes my hand and and walks me through this withering decay
Into the ecliptic silence, 
Self medicated diluted dreams
A mixture of over stimulation and desensitizing me 
Somewhere between ominous and beautiful
Letting the darkness consume my conscious brain
Until the sun can realign and pulls me back into this day
To overcome this strange numbness 
Of self inflicted shadowing
Butterflies once warmed me up inside until I pulled off all their wings
Holding memories I cant forget while praying to a God who has forgot
But we are only allowed to keep the things that we have already lost
Sometimes living is not enough without sovereignty 
As these flightless insects crawl back inside 
Then perhaps through their death life would be more satisfied
Finger deep I draw a line then stand to face a blackened sky
I reevaluate Your presence now without You Lord then where am I 
Because this is me You were my light, subsequently my faith has died
Somewhere below the surface of this shifting unstable world of mine

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Mental Seasoning

Watermelon seed spitting, popsicle licking and locust humming songs;
Summer scenes etched in dark crevices.

Leave pile diving, pumpkin’s smiling, crackling fires with s’mores;
Falling breathlessly, covering mistakes and guilt.

Tongues catching snowflakes, sledding down slopes, hot chocolate parties;
Frozen heart kiss to melt fears and fallacies.

Tulips, May Day baskets, Barefoot puddle dances;
Spring cleaning cobwebs, dusting off today.

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How unlike a cat is this
slender dash of ink upon the page,
this pinch of print, this little line
of punctuation, adding
its mere millimetres of meaning,
black against white,
significant in its separation
of segments of the sentence,
imbuing words around it with a dab
of consequence or moment.

How like a printed dash
is my black cat,
stretched and stark against the sun-white concrete
of the distant yard baking below,
separating nothing but atoms of air,
elongated, luxuriating,
significant only in herself –
a piece of furry punctuation
that tells us solely that it is,
and needs no function to perform.
By itself, it is of itself,
answerable to no one and to nothing –
except the rain, which has just arrived,
suddenly, in slapping, ponderous lumps,
to soak the stone page and darken it,
and drive her dash to drier quarters.

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The prideful boast of bruises,

ingested by lurid carrion's grin

trim the passionate grit of 

words left at the altar. 

"You jest" I say. 

I am no hero. 

      I am nothing,

but the burden of

a tremulous wake. 

But the curve of your 

lips corrupt my resolve,

and sting the ego of 

a nauseated subconscious. 

I've always hated

the way I break;

the cold shoulder

of my legacy's regret. 

But you...

Quietly delve your

elegance into my 

crooked beat,

smile at my misgivings,

Call my pollution, art. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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The Peach Divine

Alone in a field, the perfect tree see I through slumber's mist

Shapely of trunk and bursting of the desirous

As season approaches, in anticipation does it swoon and sway

Heavy laden, for the harvester's touch does sacred fruit hang eager

Caress of gentle hands find the moment right

Ripe and ready, surrender follows gentle urging

Sweet scent escapes its light covering

"Oh taste me, for I will satisfy," it whispers

Tender skin parts to reveal the sweet flesh within

Kissed of sun, the gift received on fields green 

In moist overflow all consumed

Rest now in its shade, for the perfect tree does bear fruit of another day

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Oblivious Words

I feel wild desire
within a fingertip's touch;
Swaying gently out of grasp
like majesty in the distance consuming your desperate mind.
I see the hope
lurking amongst my own shadows;
Watching as a bright light
journeys through the unforgettable cloth
to shine on your precious skin.
I hear the twisted melodies;
Truth covered in veil
as lies conquer in the same likeness.
And so my tired ears throw trust
down the throats of those whom speak.
I smell the ink that rises from these pages,
in my wounded effort to heal.
But I taste the knots of forgotten love
dancing at the tip of my tongue,
so I picked up a pen
and wrote the words I could not say.

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Lay down beside me

Lay down beside me
Let's break these picture frames
and roll around in the glass
until our bodies are as bloody as 
               our history
We'll burn our souls inside the knots
of your bedpost and sing our burdens
away until they become
                           candle lit shadows
Lay down beside me
in this bed of depression-
springs our Resurrection
We'll make our screams become Gods
and chase the sun out of the sky
so the only light I can see is the cherry
of your cigarette burning straight into me
You were always so much more dazzling
                        in the darkness
And I need someone to tell me 
whose blood this really is.
                Lay down beside me
-James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.

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Our words are a heavy foot on the accelerator;

memories that just won’t let up





revving up the engine tucked away 

in your chest. 

I know that when you think about it,

you get light headed,

maybe even a little drowsy,

and then you stop caring

because where we parked our 

car has always been crowded.

You see, the fumes can be dea


If you’re not careful.

—————-> If we don’t get out every now 

and again, fresh air might become 

toxic to our mutated affirmations.

I only know this because,

I’ve learned to love the feeling 

of your hands around my throat,

and you used to be so sweet. 

It’s hard to breathe in here, 

watching you swallow my 

**** and grin like I’ve given 

you flowers for the first time,

And I…


                                 …quite clearly

you don’t even like flowers.

I don’t know where we’re going,

you keep …laying your foot

to the floor, breathing harder,

like you can actually smell our 

brain cells dying.

And all I can smell is your perfume,

that ridiculously exotic potion that 

your grandmother buys when we

visit, insisting that two taps on the 

wrist will make you smell just like 

Marilyn Monroe did…

I never thought that something 

so beautiful would reek of death. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Sweaty Palms at Sunrise

I feel the turn of fickle stars in my palms,
wrenching their way out,
challenging the ambition of a sinner's grasp.
It all falls loose;
sand at the feet of eternal eyes,
staring back into the shadows of memory.
Dreams struggle for breath,
suffer desperation, lack of color.
And in their whisper I squint like
an old man trying to find his way
back to the trail's head.
But in these woods I have no bearing;
no point of reference, only empty hands left wanting,
too arthritic to hold any sort of luster
or salt of tomorrow's promise.
And so, I am left to wait...
Suspect to the charm of a menacing horizon
that promises nothing but a burning reminder
of what I could not hold onto.
-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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Bar Scene

Cold hearts sway to timid tones.
We hum hard; hoping to rattle the 
grit out of our mouths.
Sand blasted teeth resonate youthful
denial, torturing revelation’s bargain.
No cheap tricks. No sunshine,
we’re all gone.
Too drunk on pain,
to find hope in the rainfall of liquor 
in this dusty scene.
Too many empty bottles chugging
on air; the last breaths of my generation.
A swirling vortex of broken condoms
and vomited promises dance in neon 
light behind the bar, threatening to dive
into the mouth of the next patron that 
calls to the bartender.
A violent eyed harlot with dollars
bursting out of her bra.
She serves death with a smile,
gyrating her hips to a beat
…that never dances.
She just throws ice into
our blood and glances at 
the tip jar..
Knowing we’ll pay our own
way to hell.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Ice Water

It was like she was tearing her away from my life;
An almost surgical destruction of a once beautiful embrace.
The picture looked like a piece of abstract art.
I'm sure if her dancing bones would have allowed,
her thumb would have rolled over and struck the 
flint...letting the butane destroy the pain in front of her.
               ...My pain
Instead the other half of my story
lay quietly at the foot of my mother's recliner
                          ...Still smiling,
her eyes indifferent to the shattering world around her.
I wondered where she was,
if this torn piece of history burning through 
my palms would be the last time I would hold her.
I couldn't help but plead with God for a moment,
not able to stand the bitter taste of fate's insult to 
my pride
        romanticism's hope.
My mother calls me to the next room,
begging ice water for a parched tongue.
As I walk to the foot of her bed,
she smiles.
                         "What a handsome man.
                                Any woman would be lucky to have you."
I can find strength for nothing but a nod,
and I bow my head to kiss the top of hers.
                          "You'll find the one son,
                                            no one deserves it more than you."
I take her glass and hold it to my chest,
perhaps subconsciously hoping it will cool
my overworked heart.  
I thank her for being the woman that she is,
and tell her she's the only one I need anyway.
I can feel her eyes follow me out of the room,
all the back into my seclusion.
I fill her cup and take a breath.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved

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Slicing An Apple

for the smoothness is gone
only now,  do i detect
 stone too cool
for the ends of the fingers.

often my watch 
seemed broken unable to keep time
i smile now
for  i will never be on time.

i use to watch time
with roman numerals
but know time watches me
so i see myself
walk by backwards.

as words disperse from a old dictionary
the pages
all have the same chapters .
but  new characters grow on the branches
as the stars 
swim where the leaves
 of knowledge  cannot touch.

now is the time
for touching the lips are plump
with temptation
but poems still taste of ink.

fruit with seeds
in the inner chambers
the metaphor that hides inside
that will reproduce
other symbols
as i cut  it into segments of slices
for somewhere a teacher waits...

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Even Rocks Can Cry

             Even Rocks Can Cry

Even rocks wear away with time
and the demands of strength.  These
seemingly immoveable objects,
deflectors of life’s raging torrents,
sun warmed seats of contemplation,
bearers of past high and low water marks.
Unnoticed, they sit as observers, watching
as time passes through their moment,
aware, yet unaware, of the softening of
edges, the smoothing of an old, once
craggy face, resigned to the river’s
changing moods, the wind’s cold chaffing,
the sun’s yellow soothing, the moon’s cool
silver chill and the cleansing joy of
a spring rain.  Yes, these rocks, these
anchors, depended on for guidance,
for protection, for the memory of
the splashing joy of youth.  These rocks
when left too long grow lonely,
shed an unseen tear.  For even rocks
can cry.

John G. Lawless

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They talk about searching for the light,
To look into it and find something new.
We see them when we’re speeding down the highway at 2.AM – 
Nowhere to go but in such a hurry to get there.
They speak of finding the light at the end of the tunnel
But do they tell you of what’s after the light?
Is it another journey to find a brighter light,
To make this world all the more uplifting.
Or does it make the world even more torturous;
To all who have glared into this fake mysterious journey.

The metaphor of light isn’t always what it turns out to be.
Happiness and cruelty.
You can choose these by a switch of a light – 
From the dream that occurs by the light in your mind
Or the brutality of preventing yourself
From the world that becomes above all more painful.

Hazardous lights cause warning to those afraid of danger,
While others see it as an exit route to another destination.
The light shining from the moon keeping us safe from all around
Can still make its way to the death of those alone on the streets.
The peasants dying on the side of the pavement
Can see themselves in the reflection in the puddle they lie beside;
With the sun shining brightly onto their faces,
Making them wish they were shining
Like those who have seemed to have found their light.
With their last breath it will all disappear-
All hopes and dreams destroyed in a second,
That they thought could come true,
After sixty-two years of living a lie.

The light cannot be complete without the darkness
As for the creation of light there must be a dark.
It prevents itself from becoming weak
By the power of both controlling man,
Leaving them scattered across their land
After searching most their lives for the thing they believed in.

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The Sun is Gone

spent moments
slipped away unnoticed
and spotlighted suffering

life cubes stacked
each success and mistake
trapped, time lost
hopes, regrets and days
until all I have are nights

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        The Words were form fitted
  chosen  ,             just especially for you
the ones you needed  ,  ones you could hear
        that could not  ,  would not be
    You could trust the truth of them 
            they filled an empty cup
          they were given to bind up
                   every wound
       to heal every thing broken
        to shed light and dispel
           a balm and remedy for
           every ill and untoward 
to bring you good news  ,  joy ,  and gladness
                to bring hope where 
                  there was none
to lift your heart and bring your mind
       to reach for 
         their true potential
           to teach you to become
             the words
to transform your substance
            into a new one 

         the true alchemy

    these words change lives
   these words power your life
they are the ones that embrace
that will hold you  ,  will teach you
      that show their love for you
          they are a joy to hear
   and to be spoken  , upon rising
   upon  retiring  ,  and though out
              all your activity 
These words were made for you 
 In them you will find your Love
         you will find your Joy
they will bring peace  , compassion
gentleness  ,  goodness  ,  generosity
   kindness  ,  patience   ,  and faith
     you can trust they will always
     seek every goodness for you
          they will fill your every
             Without them 
          the World would be
              a cold place
                in deed

John 1:1-4  Isaiah 61:1
Luke 4:16-20  Gal 5:22
1John 4:7-11 Matt 5:14-16

November 2014 C Michael Miller

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Ample words from bloated chests, 
won't rest until the messages crest.  

Moving through phases of covered stresses, 
that are just shadowed mirrors from larger troubled messes.  

Covert grievances, rise with the tide; during their full revealing. 
And shine light through the crevices, that have not yet completed their healing. 

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Madness is in your name

You have abandoned me with
traces of fire,
every day my skin plays your music,
you are more than a
sound of lyrics,
In my ribs I carry you, like pearls
stuck on shells,
Iet me cover your deserted
soul with my vacant arms,
I shall not be sad like the lakes
and trees far away,
If I stop imagining you my heart
closes like a nocturnal flower,
Who hears your hymns
without you singing?
Madness is in your name,
The clouds over me are a net
of frozen words that never melt,
they constantly read me,
They are like the book of hymns,
with just serene music,
you are gone and you still run away.
Llamando mi nombre
someday you will repent,
and maybe every seed of desires
by then will be drifted,
Like smoke vanishing through air,
you will never know the rest,
as I sail the vast seas and you
stay on solid ground,
I will count the fishes in the ocean
giving them names
with your face on it.


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This is How I Save Myself

Your name, I whisper like hushed lullabies
Trying not to notice the crack in my voice

Every time I do so.
I attempt to make lovely things

Out of pain and misery and tragedies
That seethe my insides;

I try not to wake the monster that
Sleeps within my soul

But you have always been a ghost,
And so I turn you into poetry.

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Shadow Light

I saw a little light go by
it curled around your face
a wisp of smoke
a spoken word
it colored all the same
this little light
it stung my eye
like an angry honeybee
its poison swelled within my heart
and filled my soul
with glee

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God's Life lesson (Holy War)

God's life lesson
found in his reflection
that he created in his image
was to learn never to discard or disregard the importance
or love he had for any of his creation
but to improve on them in every way
the meaning of life
and life itself

He did this to surprise himself
and enjoy humbling himself for his creations
a planet and a heaven that does so for him

Living an everlasting life
where that he was the first to live
and the last to die
This lesson had to be learned prior to allowing his creations
to be by his side in eternal life

The meaning of life
and the angel of death
helped him learn what he needed to discover
to become flawless at this

The meaning of life
surrendered to a task of living a lie
becoming a false prophet whom would eventually sort this out
ask god for forgiveness
for being carried away in his selfrighteous lies and denial
of being loved by his creator
being a non believer of his maker
who had created something god placed above himself
god chose to forget himself
so this life lesson would be easier for him to realise

Thus god was inevitably going to be succesful
in this demonstation of forgiveness upon his creations and himself
to understand his new awareness
of a plan that he had for himself
to achieve a higher experience of eternal love

The meaning of life living a lie
to keep the everyone in blissful ignorance
of god's temporary weakness
and that was when the angel of death took part in helping god learn
by making the meaning of life's lie an unpleasant experience for everyone

The meaning of life then humbled himself
to the realisation
by being recognised as a team player a part of god's divine plan
by this truth recognised he would be healed
and the fact of who he did it for
god would know it was his brother's turn
to be released from the chains
of taking upon the metaphor or personification of murder
whom life itself was metaphorically married to

god's life lesson to learn from himself
his love and his creations to achieve the biggest miracle of love
one that would be never ending just continually improved on
as suggested by father time

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Love is Confusing

Oh love is confusing,
it has many definitions,
many tales of both fiction and non-fiction,
She loves him,
he loves her,
They both love someone else?
No true love anymore,
now it is like a compass
with a dial that spines out of control,
Go West-
Go North-
and South-
...Yes- south toward the devils,
never north to paradise-
Love is confusing,
(a confession believed a lie-
See her now cry!)
He slaps her,
she sleeps with another guy;
an endless game,
an endless war,
back and forth (tug of war)
so true, yet so fake,
yet so brilliantly acted out
(watch the tear- oh how convincing-
watch the slap- oh that must have hurt-)
tonight I go to bed,
resting my head upon my pillow,
and look up and see the faces of my past women
and I think of where they are at right then.
All I know is they're not with me,
and that is just confusing.


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My biggest metaphor being monsoon, reminds me of you.
It was a rainy day when nature was abuzz with freshness and vigour,
And you spoke your heart out like never before.
Ah! What a sensation it was!
You had instantly drenched my soul with love.

It is you for whom I share, dare and also care,
And it’s true that I don’t caress you by your hair.

But what is this unrest in you?
Is this a whisper of yours that keeps me guessing all day long?
Oh! Beloved, "this is the moment of Ecstasy",
Don’t let it go, 
Just go with the flow.
And who says love is short-lived?
I’ll be there to make your ride worthwhile.
Since it's worth the journey.
As they say it's the road and not the end.

So let's wake up to a new dream.
Where you and I would follow the same stream.
The stream of ecstatic Love, where we can lead our lives with sanity,
Surrounded by abundance of passion, happiness and serenity.

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My Love Is Like An Upside Down Iceburg

I leave it on the page, 
more so than in my words, 
my love is like an upside down iceberg.
I burn blue with cold, 
and I feel the undercurrent, 
but I leave more in the air and hope that it’s current.
These stanzas and rhyme schemes
 mean the world to me 
but I don’t know what they say, 
are you the girl for me?
If I doubt that means I care, 
or atleast I think it does 
-though I don’t like to go there.
A few more lines for the thought, 
no matter what 
my love, still burns hot.
-like a volcano,
Or the sun, though not like in other poems
That is the ice that I could never show um’.
The ice that everyone knows and loves, 
you have to wait for, 
and you have to get wet to explore. 

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The slow caressing night A splash of night lotion Crumpled bed sheet An unending novel of love and anguish The distant rumble of a train Ever-echoing hills and their mystic caves The terrains of age-old fleeting life A sudden lightning and the blinding darkness thereafter The eternally seething inferno Satan’s serpentine encroachments Intermittent showers drenching hoary trees The sudden scourge of a flash flood You stare at darkness’ face, its ambiguous Strategy of preying upon you, or Turning you into a predator yourself

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Kiss of Sunshine

a roses moisture licked by the lips of the sun
blooming feverishly in the love of the light
metabolizing it's generosity warming it's core
tantalized, the flower knows no bounds

basking in the spheres' line of sight
utilizing it's tender touch of security
sharing the space occupied by the soft rays
hypnotized, the rose reaches upward

leaning timidly towards the kiss of the sun

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She had a firework clenched between her teeth,

with a flame shaking in her hands.

I never saw anything as miraculous;

That look in her eyes,

as sparks crowded the space 

between us. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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light of hope

light of hope

Light of our hope 
 Which dreams today
 Within these days of future past

 Outstretched knots unwind
 Misty shrouds unveil
 As sunbeams break the silver clouds

 Place of searching hearts once found
 Remains the day forever 
 In the realms within our dreams 
 Where beauty is reclaimed

 Tireless struggles that ever tries 
 Beneath the quivering on the vine
 Where shadows play and part
 In the evening skies

 When we know the seed at last 
 And of its roots in all that’s cast
 With visions clear for all to see
 When one is all and living free

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Love In The Grains

Wonderful imperfections at every glance
Edges worn, as solid as ever
Age gives proof of the foundation
No splash of paint could increase the value
Pretending it is new only cheapens
Not sensible to others
The value truly only to the owners
It is a priceless work of art
No hired hand could finish the work
The natural look of it brings awe

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When I was born in the depths of agony,
the kin left me 

When I refused to accept the mindless norms,
the success left me

When fate played tricks on me,
the faith left me

When I bowed to the gloom in life,
the happiness left me

When I turned to the darkness for solace,
the shadow left me

When I closed my eyes to escape the reality,
the imagination left me

When I pursued the path of perfection,
the passion left me

When I failed to find the elusive ego
the confidence left me

When I succumbed to the promise of glory
the morality left me

When I waited for the whisper of love,
the patience left me

when I yielded to the temptations of lust,
the integrity left me

When I lay to rest at last,
the peace left me

Oh loneliness! I resent you but love you more,
for you are who walked with me through every door
and when I embraced you,
all animosity left me

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The Mind's Sea

The lines blur
As dark clouds flit
Where the gull’s cry
Sounds no longer
In the waters murk
The god wrath rises
Breaking red in the dawn

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Dalaw ng pangungulila.
Pilit na ipininta sa kwadro ng gunita...


libo't saring paro-paro...
samyo ng bulaklak, awit sa pandinig nito.
hamog ng hanging amihan, butil nito'y sumibol
kumislap, umakit...

...naghihintay sa dampi ng halik! 


hamog na umusbong...
sa loob ng salaming di matinag


ahhhh...pilit kumakawala...
sa kulay ay nagliliyab
pag-isahin nawa... hamog niya ay bigyang laya! 

Inner Whispers

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Up Pops A Jester

A clown sadly crying laughter,
Prying it from grimaces that fail to smile.
Upside down grins dying on a joker's face,
Lost in a rain of tears his eyes can't see.

This creature who doesn't recognize wilderness,
A place from which he was born,
Where that scorn of nothing happy raised him,
Always hating those sipping on silver spoons.

Still they soothe him with lies that burn,
A painful salve which does not cure,
Just spreading many scars, 
To parts they never look upon.

Only sneaking on knees to humorless keyholes,
Peeking gleefully at the sorrow they see,
Badges of cowardice bleeding before heaven's door,
While heroes of joy pass through gates always open.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

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Unholy Matrimony

They gather together in the pits of hell 
to join in unholy matrimony
Greed and Lust.  A union of sin with evil grins
the groom and bride exchange vows.
Greed-Just as hell is hot just as space is cold I promise to lay riches at your feet
and power in your hands.
Lust-Just as snakes slithers just as rats are diseased ridden I promise
to fulfill all your sinful desires.
By the powers invested in evil the groom may kiss the bride.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green Poet

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(This piece was published in Shot Glass Journal, by Muse-Pie Press, Issue #13)


It is like an ocean wave that is alive in one moment,
then it becomes part of the ocean the next moment;
the wave is unable to be alive for eternity. The wave only exists
in photos, but not in the next few minutes……

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Walk the Dream, Fan the flame

This facade that we build
around our bones;
this walking dream

Shouldn’t be any different,
than what we keep in the night,
where the stars burn as freely 
as our hearts.

I say we stoke the fire,
throw it all in.

Watch the sand turn to glass,
peel the skin back
                    swallow the marrow of promise.

Let the light reflect.

-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Garden of Irony

He breathes between winks in migraine pulse,
throbbing against the challenge of an overly lustrous day.
Watching halos fall through broken sun-glass hue,
he wonders how much more the wind will break.
Limbs rest in the arms of an aging garden,
rotting and yet, still beautiful.
Ivy swims beneath the man’s shadow,
curling its way up, and opening its breast
toward the promise of nirvana. 
He bends, takes a branch 
in his hands and ponders
the irony of life, and its 
It feels fake in his hands,
so he flicks the bark 
off its back,
letting its naked remains
fly in 
another direction,
toward a rusting chariot,
where it will be 
delivered unto a bed of flame.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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A Vending Machine in Nashville, 2013

Head or tails is that your good side or the bad 
shiny, worn, new, old, smart, stupid societal
cash register?

We all get piled up.

Your denomination tells your class: two cents or fifty
indentations of personality ealge, flag, ego or in 
God do you trust? 

Fold a twenty the right way 

Now do you believe in hell? 

No. I know your type: the fake quarter the boy 
scored, poor and bored at the railroad tracks  
bashed, smashed, beaten, used. 

We all get piled up. 

God only collects the shiny coins. 

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The Forge

Heat surrounds me as I walk between the Anvil and the Hammer. 
I am smelted, molten iron waiting to be formed and reformed,
quenched under cold water, hardened again and again until 
firm and strong…
…just a little flexible, ensuring me to become unbreakable.

I turn around, looking, watching, searching
	for the Armorer, the Forge-master, the Liberator
The Commander of these flames
(building to higher intensity—higher Stability)
I am shaped again, between the Anvil and the Hammer…
stronger, as this new molten alloy is injected in my veins.

I am liquid glowing steel shaped anew
	hammered, beaten, brought to the barrel until the edge is clean and razor sharp…
…Made flexible again…made unbreakable once more
Stronger in this 2nd life, this 2nd cycle…twice-born to learn, to evolve, to lead
			and become more than I was and more than I could be
The fire burns higher and hotter, flames tonguing my female flesh
	lapping at my neck and cheeks and lips
entering through my breath and mingling with my Earthly form.
	…And I become the Armorer, the Forge, the Commander of these fever flames
	  I am Steel, charged with cold fury, shaped to a seamless edge, power to slice
And here I take my leave and employ my Vengeance.

Blade in Body I stand to fight
Body in Blade I enter battle, 
	demanding the blood of my enemy, demanding victory
The enemy is on all sides and I am poised, ready
I am
I am my enemy
And the disease in my mind is ready to die.

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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day

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In Absence

Through the journeys
I have foreseen,
Not an answer
To be found.

And through the times
I have waited through,
Not besides itself
Had phased me.

Along the roads
One shall travel
Through trials

As mortality with
Sickle and stone
Shall take those
Beside me

Its horse in reigns
Ever comforting
To those
Without mercy

As soon
Absence shall arise
From what had once
Been time of suffering

Yet afar
One believes to run
To avoid
Such destiny

War had been waged
Against the inevitable;
A force ever

How polite of it
To resume after myself,

As its realm continues,

In absence.

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The Afternoon

They pressed together
mouth to cheek

under the slow rain
as the mud deepened

and the frame of their
shelter melted away.

They stood under
spots of roofing

when the wind
brushed cold water

droplets from their
pink faces.

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He took my heart and looked at it
he cocked his head and furrowed his brow at it
he blinked his eyes and breathed his breath on it
he smelt it and pulled a face at it
he turned it over and examined it
he stroked it softly and handled it
he dropped my heart and stepped away from it
he looked down at it and contemplated it
his love was empty, I could see it
his hands were dirty, he wiped them on his shirt
he left my heart there on the floor where he’d let it slip
his hands were clean now, he’d made sure of it
And as long as he didn’t get too close again
he wouldn’t have to face it, he could forget about it
so he walked away from my heart, he turned his back on it
because sometimes it’s easier to drop a fragile thing
than it is to take take care of it

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Can I be your hero of tomorrow?
I know that I have not been
Your hero of before or today,
But give me a chance to stay
By your side next time,
I know I have unbuilt
Your empires before,
Myself slipping aside
As new problems come ashore,
While my talent seems to be
Removing people's pleasure,
Please let me be your hero
Of tomorrow, a day I might change.

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Whispering to the Earth

I watched her fall,
a piece of me collided
right along side.
And for a moment,
I wanted to subside just 
a little further
so i could whisper to the Earth.
Thank you for bringing us here.
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved.

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In The Mind Of A Genius

Writing Articles
My pen is a particle,
neutrons are equivalent
to the force in my pen
Like the forces of Zen,
well magnified by ten,
my thoughts within
leave a definite grin
on the faces of kin

I graduated
from dead streets
anticipated greatly,
Lucifer obliterated,
dissipated absolutely 
college boys manipulated
black men in America 
acutely disintegrated,
job site largely

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Orchestra Astray

Entertainment all around us within the beauty of the trees,
in the rivers, in the ponds, in the lakes and in the seas
I stop to enjoy the birds, the beauty of their song
wishing in my mind I had the voice to sing along
The winds gentle howl acts as the brass of the big band in my mind,
I sit taking in the sun-rays as the clouds creep in behind
The thunder starts to rumble from the many violins
as I hear the shattering of lighting as the symbols clatter in
As the concert comes to an end and the breeze only remains
the leaves begin to rustle the applause within my brain.

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Road construction ahead. Another pending relationship. Potentially harmless. A fly stuck to the windshield. Its smashed body meaning as much as the life it once had. Just past the corpse the sign comes into view: "Detour" The break up begins. No apologies, no explanations. Just maybe the wind.. it passes, taking no sides. Beyond the sign is a graveyard, holding silence. Holding the hands on a clock. Holding back all but that wind.

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Flying out

I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,

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Illusions of Dreams

They say that life
is a metaphor of the spirit
and that time is a construct
that we all believe in,
as the world we perceive in.
Chance, circumstance
is the dance we play
on the first stage of destiny
where history
reforms itself to our liking
spiking the elixir of youth
with truth.
Matter meets form
in the dark spaces between
where fate is seen
as a well marked trail of tears
denoting the hopes and fears
of the ancestors making.
The past
is forever taking
from the now.
What we allow
becomes achievable
a transformation
of creation
for all our relation
sand sifting
future gifting
an open door....
we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

We can live the illusion
or we live the dream.

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Great as always

Sorry, I have no metaphor for today
Some days are hangovers
With stale images from far away
I am in a bar
Bumped my last pride with an empty glass
Do not pretend you understand
For there are many deleted expletives here
I want the music to play, just three songs
They play over and over again like one
Trying to wear a memory out
When alcohol is not enough
Except to make socially ackward
Drunks do not have poise and balance you know?
What stupidity then
Makes forgetting so important
To the irrelevance of the deed?
Do not compare me today,
I am only me, great as always.

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His skin is gold
And mine is silver-
Our bodies twist 
Together like
Two ribbons of
Metal glinting
In the moonlight...

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Begging to Burn

She always comes to me
when she's afraid she 
is losing the ability 
              to feel. 
She steps on my toes,
curls her fingers around
my manhood, and screams
into the ears she finds most 
trustworthy for such situations.
Hoping that I'll sink my teeth
into her mistrust, and she'll 
find the fading burn she so 
desperately clings to. 
But, I'm tired of being 
a martyr for the fluididity 
of complacent existence.
I am not a hero, nor am 
I a villain. I am only a man,
endeavoring through the 
very same storm, she is 
so bent on braving alone. 
So instead of breaking
the flesh of her, I cut
into my own,
and show her the mirrored 
veins of my disposition
and await the sting
I always expect from 
showing anyone the
depths of my affliction.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved. 

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A Powerful Voice

I'm in a building made with concrete ceilings and walls caked thick with layers of decades old dust and littered with unfulfilled promises and broken pieces of past failures
The manacles on the wall look so dark and looming
A skeleton falls to break the burden of silence
Like a man finally falling under a cross that's become too heavy to carry
I can see so clearly in the dark its a frightening truth that speaks so clearly to my heart
In the future if humans want too survive they must evolve
I know every nook and cranny of these three stories
I tell this story under my breath in an undertone as evils press me into a corner
I can see the light of their eyes glowing in the dark 
searching my soul for any signs of weakness
They feed on fear but there is no fear in me
Because Love drives fear away
They're like my fellow classmates in a classroom observing the respect my voice commands as the power of my voice is like the tip of a warhead sitting on my lips
as a land mass the size of a continent breaks off the ice shelf

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throw my soul 
wide open
calm and angry
into the ocean,
wash me over 
flip me side 

to the ocean 
I will reside

reside and

waves, oh 
the waves I 
will collide 

sweep me clean,
cleanse my skin,
cheers to the ocean
for making 
me alive 

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I never saw Blue like that

I could lose myself to us,
wiggle my toes in the grassy blades
of our colloquy,
sunbathe beneath the wild heat
of your latest exclamation,

pant at its flame

Your words lick my spine
like a possessive lover,
branding me with their claims

I burn too deep, Blue

It feels like Hell fastened itself
to the soles of my feet

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In My Net

In My Net
I cast my somber trap
a tattered old net
once more this morning
toward the top of the acasia tree
just as the sun begins
to wake at the eastern
slope of my day.

I hope to catch that birdsong
that nightly haunts the floating dust
in my room – circling and circling
but not in a merry dance
commencing at twilight
promising to end only when my heart
stops its beating.

The purple notes touch
each blanket thread
on my melancholy bed
kiss each carpet flint covering 
this chafed bedroom floor
they seep within every pinhole in my skin
and puncture every vein.

Twilight soon slides to midnight
and these notes perforate my eyelids
driving away portraits
of giggling green leaves
forcing out echoes of a phantom laugh
the only one I nurse
the only one I utter.

The net I toss up every day
and I only drag it down
as soon as the sun sinks 
at the deep valley
but no birdsong here
I can stare or listen, stare or listen
for all eternity --
but not a hint of  a note.

Just the heap of fallen leaves
a metaphor of old dreams
mounding in the middle
for their inevitable decay.

A blending with the elements. 
A blending with clay.

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Past Love

A cold day as this reminds me of the good old days;
when we were together, holding hands and kissing nights away.
Now on a cold day like this one that chills my bones;
I wonder where you're at.
On the sat-covered streets where the bare-feet freeze as they carve pathways,
through an already paved road;
they smile and hold each other close as I sit and freeze alone,
while I wonder where you're at.

A bouquet of roses given to you by another hand... another heart.
It hurts me to wonder like this about you,
but my heart is still there.
My heart still crawls out of the bed of the past,
and it's listening to those old songs,
and it remembers those cold nights together;
close at hand we were.

Living in the past is not the way to go,
but when the heart knows no other happiness it shall stay in the past and smile.
That's all I have left,
leave me now,
go on with your day,
your life;
I can't blame you for moving on,
getting high,
fly to Cloud 9,
see the Red Dragon we call love;
I can't blame you.
Maybe one day my heart will get sick of the past and want to go to Cloud 9
where the Red Dragon sits,
lips pink and puffed up,
and that beautiful, but scary Red Dragon will kiss me,
and I will kiss her,
and I'll smile again.

... And love will follow.


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Day dream's metamorphosis

Watching the day sulk into the arms of night,

I turn lonely palms over, letting them sit

on bent knee.

Crushing calm surrenders to 

music's indifference;

soaking in quiet roar. 

Another day is burnt,

black sky wonders

with me.

We pry together;

wash the murk 

of suggestion,

cleanse the

bitter taste of 

what could have


Alive in the sound

of day dream's 


Gentle beams of

our ancestor's gaze

light the way. 

I can feel the world 

turn it's back. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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When beating hearts shatter

When beating hearts shatter
in time of desire,
and you of my dream;
a beautiful girl dressed in white,
as you come to me(a kiss upon my cheek)
my heart thumps and shatters,
for my dear, you give me hope to move on.

As my heart beats for you, and only you,
I carry your body in my mind everywhere I go,
my dear, I only hope you do the same.
The thoughts run ramped in my head,
and it rattles and shakes with thoughts of you,
my dear, and only you I say, my love.
That is when my heart shatters for you,
to spot you with another    and I stand there,
paused     and I hold my breathe to only hope
it was a nightmare I had just witnessed- but sadly it was reality,
and my heart bursts and shatters,
like glass hitting pavement,
bone breaking on concrete;
oh my heart it cannot bear such pain.
The feeling of heart shattering into a million pieces
is an unbearable feeling to feel.

My love    I wish my nightmares never turn to reality,
I wish they were    gone and vanished away,
but you make my heart skip beats    and my love
I cannot trust that you'll be true    only to see such
madness in the flesh burns my crooked eyes,
and turns my hair white.

Oh, I wish now this event were over,
and you were in my arms and not in another's.
Keep out of harms way,
but if thee shall love another,
than go on.
That is all.
Forget about me,
and I shall surly give up on you, in due time.
This spring next year you shall come around,
and too late you shall be,
for I'll shall be with another.

When beating hearts shatter,
and love comes 'round,
love will lose it's way in some other's heart.
And I shall walk with them on a road into a beautiful town,
overlooking the calm, blue seas and sailboats
crossing each other's path and waving hello,
oh, and the setting of the golden sun shall be a beautiful site to see.


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born into hands lifting upwards
all praise the outside elements 
water behind the ears
water under my bridge
this river runs shallow
I build strength
I take flight
Now is the perfect time to learn
I have these urges, I fly directions
I make mistakes, I find corrections
I am almost on my own
I am still building
Who can lift me now? 
Pull ups and chin ups
How long will I ride the zenith
new projects to start
new lives to love
I am a creator
I am my own savior
This river rages on
When I cross many roads
these footprints seem old
Worn as a traveler 
who never went home
I fall down, and it's a hard return
Hands lift  me towards heaven
treading water thank goodness
this river is almost dry
upstream and back to sea
If I wasn't next, I will be
This I know certain

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I love that moment before the storm.
The world goes silent
and dozes and snores.

A prayer summons this bliss to last;
for regular breath,
much unlike the past.

Peace that ends in a series of pours. 
Thunder snaps the core.

The world's awake and is frantic.
Breath turns to howls.
Rain. Tears. Panic.

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Within the sensed visions
Which the universe is dreamed

Into yourself now entered
Within it finds its center
Truth when found shall last forever

Minds together and unfettered 
Unite to make things whole

Life’s perpetual hold on being
To say if lawful or be measured
To the sage which praises nature
For its treasures and gifts it’s giving

When conscience free and is active
Suns of meaning life is found
Within the moderation of reason

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She doesn't see

You are the urgency in my breath,
the ragged discourse that falls
from my trembling tongue.
Everything I need to say,
is wrapped around you.
The words hang from your skin;
ornaments of understanding that
I have yearned to pluck.
it seems redundant to pull a flower
from your garden, and present it to you
like you didn’t know it is beautiful already.
I just hope you know that I appreciate you.
I see you as you are,
in all your tattered elegance;
Your supple tears, your steady glide.
You’re a ghost in a hall of mirrors,
with roses at your feet;
Wandering like a child.
Quietly hoping to find someone else
in the reflection.
"I am here…"
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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Hot Water Music

There once lived a man

who smiled a grand smile
and danced a tune so sweet,
he loved the most beautiful of women
and wrote the most real of poetry.

He left the world listening to the hot water music
of the world
and time went on and he left a long time ago
so long, but they remembered him
as a good man.

The hot water music sings softly in the ears
of my own,
and those girls drink their sorrows in the bar
and danced on the marble dance floors
and the DJs and barkeeps leave their posts
and have a cigarette or a free beer
or fresh air outside
and they all hear and know of the hot water music
that at one time that man listened to.

And they all break glasses and paper plates
and dance on home,
and sleep at night
wake up at dawn
find themselves on another woman's lawn.
Tears fall from their eyes
and they say their goodbyes.

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I dig into the ground
hoping to find what I buried
all those years ago. 
All I'm able find are the bones.
Calcified memories of a time-
before the lights went out
and we choked on the flames
wrought between us. 
It's muddy here
where your soul crawled 
out of my pores. 
I press my ears unto the
Earth, hoping to feel your
That I'll sense 
your cadence. 
Still beating.
Further, I claw to
the depths of our origin.
Until my nails are bloody
and I can see the shadow
of your drifting form. 
And as my hands rise to my face-
robbing the sweat from a jaded
I smell the glow of your reach
dripping from my palms. 
I know you're close. 
Somewhere, still. 
-James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.

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The Willow Tree

I am
The willow tree
I am joy and I am sorrow
I am unmoving but free
I am what everyone is
But what few people can be

I have lived through many days and many years
And I have gained much wisdom and peace just by listening
I have witnessed much laughter and heartbreak
In the flat, flowering field that I stand in
I have had many children swing and tug on my vines
And have felt love and joy as if they were mine

But just because I am wise and old
Does not mean I am not strong
For many years I have withstood raging rains and wicked winds
Like a concrete wall
With my love of life to help me along

So when my time comes to an end
When my curtain is starting to close
I will be tired and spent
But peaceful and content
With the great knowledge that:

I was
The willow tree
I was joy and I was sorrow
I was unmoving but free
I was what everyone is
But what few people can be
I was alive.

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Who has R.S.V.P'ed for the pity party?

Where is my confidence I have so longed before to build?
I'll tell ya where... in the sewer next to rats and carcuses
These carcuses are the remains of my childhood
The moments when I was banished from being loved
Over the years I've tried to cry for relief but anger is much easier to release
Breaking tradition by giving thanks, into my parade it's just me
It's always been just me and nobody else
I can smile, be curtious, and attentive
Deep in mind I'm just contemplating... SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Don't say it... Suicide! 
Suffocation is best by plastic
Gunshots are heard late only when
People's conceitedness has gone and they wonder the same about you
A hanging is truly a metaphor for how you really wanted your life to be... at the top
Now my feet are scraping dirt graves for more bones
It's not self-pity it's self preservation for the disappointment I've created within my mind
Failing to compete or accomplish 
Succeeding at random on things that make me weep in desolation
Too many hospitals to diagnose a simple problem we all face
I wonder if I sleep with the psychiatrist will he give me a lesser symptom 
Like... Diabetes, because my personality is too sweet
Or High blood pressure, cause I'm such a great thinker
Or if I'm lucky Alzheimers, so now I can forget in peace
The tragedies I wrote produced and starred in
Only by myself

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Planned Parenthood

I took a stroll, past the buffet, past the spray tans 

and into a market of convenience. 

They always have what i need.

 Planned Parenthood never does.

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High-Reaching Hope Leading Destructive Despair

Being Near
It is impossible to say what Feeling is Stronger
Or just wanting to wrap thou in an embrace for all the comfort that wants to be shown unto thee

This meager attraction that has sprouted dwindles by what you see in another
This case seems to be always present throughout these experiences
A sheer passing of Anxiety courses through when near this conduit of feeling
Of course, even at the Genesis of these feelings it was known what they were
Now, it just grows and threatens to burst at the seams

Ever expanding with every passing memory,
Every possible moment that could take place between the two
Every Glance in this dangerous direction

The Memories
How they haunt and stretch the Hopeful side
Leading to a fantasy that cannot take root in reality
Even if the seed has been planted
The Watering will never occur by both
In the same degree,

The Paranoia is perhaps a more pressing matter
Leaving this dreamer to wonder if their feelings are right in their place
Or just a calamity that is sure to follow these rushing tides of sensations
When your eyes are averted in a more hopeful and dreamy direction
When a more realistic approach is so near

Alas, I find myself in a pattern
Something that has become most vexing
This newfound desire seems much more realistic than the last few
Although, saying that fuels a Hope that should not have, perhaps, ever been allowed to be conceived
With the progression of things these past few moons
That possibility of Hope growing is Becoming More
And More
With it, comes an even greater chance of Despair
That has ever been known 
By this poor stricken soul...

Constructive Criticism is welcomed for this, as well as suggestions that might want to be made.
Please and thank you!(:

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I fly above the heavens
I dive below the clouds
Peace over take
My ever filled mind
Hope over take
My ever hurt soul
Swooping in and out 
Like a swallow in the sky
I dance among ribbons
I dance among lies

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The Quarry

Self mutilation comes in many forms,
when I write, I like to dissect myself,
carve out bits of infection and toss 
them into a quarry made for self-
delusion. Maybe there they’ll find
what they need to heal, and grow strong
even if it is under a crazed,
and utterly false pretense. 
Sometimes a little ignorance is 
just the right push, right? 
I’ve seen it so many times,
proud imbeciles making gold 
out of skewed direction. 
Blessed be thou who will break
the bounds of real world 
"common" sense, and rely on
something as blind as luck 
to call their glory home. 
And with a bragging heart,
they smile at the altar of 
hard work and pray that 
others follow in their half 
stepping fantasy…
These sightless animals
follow the sound of lazy 
back patting over the ledge
that was built for the strong
to learn to fly. 
But no one unable to willingly
brave the fall, deserves to soar. 
So, they tumble into the quarry where
I throw my brokenness, and wait
for another free ride. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Maelstrom Song

New music to soothe the savage inside
just incites a riot of rampaging neurons
painful emotional waves coalesce into
a tsunami, 
a solid wall of feelings
ready to wipe out 
several small villages

it is a nightmare inside him,
unknown by even the closest companion,
he treads twisted, chaos waters;
the smell, jagged pieces, each life lost,
another body with his face, 
another decision, already made
a choice
that has not ended well

he plays again
this time
a new harder, more mature 

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At rainy Lisdoonvarna your red hair was a flare
which guided us to your side
through multi-sensory squalls
when the crowd’s swell parted our company.

I view this photo, perceive the melancholy,
and see the longing now;
to which those ever sparkling eyes,
and my self-hatred had blinded me.

When they find that quantum is bunkum,
I’ll travel there again and tell you
that i am a fool;
that you are a jewel; then
touch your hand,
and see what flares.

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An Agent of Life

My names symbolize and mean victorious.
I am a soldier of a higher power.
I am one that is here on a direct mission:
To defend the defenseless.
I am a sword.
The sword strikes those who attack the weak.
So that the attackers feel the wrath given to me,
And understand that I treat them as they treat others.
So that the weak know,
They are never alone in this fight.
I am a shield.
The shield defends and respects.
It respects that all are human,
I am wisdom.
I step back and watch the skirmishes of life,
I review them rationally,
So that when I join a battle,
I know, I am on the right side.
There is a higher power.
It inspires me to act.
But It is kinder than I.
It would forgive where I would strike back.
But I will fight anyways,
For it is my duty to fight other battles.
Life is a fight,
But I…
I am a sword.
I am a shield.
I am wisdom.
I am…

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I watch her twirl in silent flame;
under a roaring sunset.
Her eyes are enough to hush
this fervent daze
but she won't cry.
Not for me, not tonight.
She'll dance until it's gone,
until the music shatters
the sound of broken tongued dreams.
Until my voice is engulfed in the 
fury of her sway.
So I thrum the lost notes,
caged away in my bones
and sing the song I've always known
but couldn't find the words for.
 Hope that it's enough for the encore.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

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In Between The Gap

In life
Like my poems

I miss something
In the empty space

Among the words
And in between the gap

Of two lines
As I can not delve

And becomes
A cascade of warm water

To sprinkle upon you
Nor I can go high to condense

And fall upon you
Like a drop of dew

Inappropriate become
My actions

Like the words
I use

Without proper punctuations
My intentions are

Like my emotions
Misunderstood and misinterpreted.

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She  was there, but just passing by, 
never mind what it is said, 
nor what it seems, 
if she we're a gypsy but she's not.

Maybe a woman of mysteries and stunning 
qualities that delight the eye, but
yet a dwelling tree wont even blink, 
nor drop a leaf for her.

She's beautiful as a flying
myth of some fairytale princes with no prince to chose. 
Beautiful and charming, but a bleak vissage look that 
question her truth. 

She's a walking venture to men kind, 
but again she's a lament soul, 
a lonely heart with meekness eyes, 
with a glamorous voice, 
and enchanted moves.
Her hair so black that blinds the eye, 
she was there passing you by, 
you were there blinded by her charms,
her name was Zoe; a beautiful life.


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In Between

There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections, 
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two, 
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear, 
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth, 
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright, 
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo, 
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son, 
because you are only born once, and you only die once, 
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.

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Another Charred Romance

She felt the calloused hands of a wrinkled scheme
around the throat of her pierced divinity.
                    Loosen another chapter,
                      let it fall unto the hips 
                        of another severance. 
Breathe in the disgust. 
Swallow the pill,
and let beauty fade. 
is just another plague
on both our hearts. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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The Moon

Fiery-red, milky-white, and burnt orange, am I
Circular-fools, neurotic halves, wise courters and sickle-slices shape me
Liquid-masses bow down to me
Extinguishing my counterpart, and transforming light into night
Visibility befalls me as I absorb the Sustainer-Of-All’s kisses
Ultimate-compass-of-guiding-light, am I
Obtainer-of-measures and recorder-of-essence am I 
Chaos enlivens all awe-struck viewers while in my foolish-state
Shadows piece together my possession 
A maternal-nurturer for, a fertility-bearer, and an enabler-of-harvest to all, am I 
Sharer am I, with the Daughters-Of-Firmament’s-Darkness 

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Circle Pit Sanctuary

I inhale temptation;

shrugging shoulders of


Suck teeth stained

with indifference;

While copyrighting

my daydreams. 

I’m an American Badass,

low class, white trash,

with expensive delusions.

I get impatient with repetition,

So I shovel spiritual vagrancy into the 

mouths of my peers

with metaphoric spilled beers

and ashy mouthed proclamations

of a wandering disposition. 

I sing songs tied to the same ragged beat,

the one that makes the speakers 

bleed just as much as the  crowd.

Heavy Metal rants,

just sharp enough to rip

the pants of your morality

                     … but, just for the night

In the morning the truth of why 

you’re here, and anything else

that seemed unclear…

will be hanging low,

just over your head

like ripened fruit;

Fighting gravity the 

way you’ve been fighting


It’s right in your face. 

Like heavy elbows in a mosh pit. 

Your stomach is curdled,

soul a little sick,

but your eyes have never

been more focused.

You understand what is important:

The friends willing to toss a full 


brave the circle pit,

 pick you up, dust you off…

And throw you back in

with a smile. 

The Scars you’ve earned,

and the blood you’ve saved. 

The pain you’ve felt,

the joy shown through busted lips

and scabbed knees;

the chaotic calm of life lived

on the brink.

The Circle Pit Sanctuary.

Where the lost can rage,

and be at peace.

Where the broken

find the truth in the

lies of their lives.

Where the hopeless

can strike at the wind,

and fall against muddy Earth,

to be picked up by

a brother,

by a sister,

by the music of

the anger being

purged from a spirit

that might not have

otherwise made it

….to the show.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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Hollow dreams and empty screams, nothing but dust, rust, and blood soaked efforts dried up and crust, kicking up a fuss. When I wonder, nothing but plunder after plunder, the bank account tumbling, and rumbling down its due course to its death after it has come apart fumbling. Alas, the end is nigh, when we will sit up high, looking down and around, at the people on the ground, when we no longer touch the dirt with our scarred feet; the day we become found.

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SOMBRE SWANS Once I could twitter like a lark at the world; now I must muddle my words with the immensity of granite; I have no more playoffs left to play with my sombre swans sashay through the perfidious hours like a shroud © Kim van Breda—26 June 2014

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I have poems that would rather sleep
with women than be written down,
that stumble round in unmade rooms,
unwashed & unafraid -

poems in search of tongues that have
no answers to the world’s problems and
don’t pretend to, that have no tips about
what to do in Fukushima
other than dance the night away -

poems with scars that desire
touch, having spent themselves
in the company of the deaf,
craving love & death with equal breaths,
between a gasping nakedness that
knows its place and the price you pay
for loving much and too unwisely.

I have poems that left home years ago
without so much as a phone call or fax,
huddled in the eternity of a Tuscan train,
watching, unnoticed, as the visiting soloist
practices Brahms, dreaming as the carriage rocks,
her fingers dancing on the fret-less case.

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Modus Ponens in Love

If Penelope
then Quirine.
is dead.
I will love
for fear of being

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Today, I Watered The Plants

My eyes avoid…
Especially that one in the corner- It’s been watching me every time I walk by.
Seeping its way into the corner of my eyes, a lifeless green.
It sits in front of the window, forced to watch drops of water slide down the pane.
I hear it plead.
So I fill a cup and Pick withered leaves to prepare for moisten soil.
I generously pour water with a hum, as if I did it every day.
I envision a murderer watering roses on a grave she created.

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There was nothing but death in the room,
Fleeting skeletons, dancing to their own doom.
But in her eyes…
A beating heart sang quietly.
Waiting for something to
beckon hope forward.
In that moment,
her vision was my only 
anchor to the world around me.
Without her,
I would have fell straight
and then lied to myself 
for years. Living a life
of misshapen conformity,
never realizing I was free
from the burden I’ve always 
held so fondly.
I could finally be.
And she wanted to 
show me how.
Sure that we could do it together.
All I had to do was take her
hand and breathe for the first time.
I could be alive.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved

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Super Element

O, Uranium
O, mighty Uranium.

If love had a chain reaction like yours,
our hearts would all end up with flaming mushrooms
of compassion and desire; our adrenaline of passion would
rush such that they would light up cities; two people exposed
to each other as they hold each other's arms, would make a romantic fission
that would light the night light summer day!

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Rice and tomatoes

Rice and tomatoes,
mixed together and put into a black pot,
boy, hat a mixture,
dinner is served... Enjoy.


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The Tithe, and The wills, And the lists

Guilty party Alcohol companies
and those responsible for that product being targeted 
to the youth
put my name
in your will

I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer
in the amounts that you leave me
and the message you leave me
with the way you care to swallow your footsteps
you've left behind

Cigarette companies
and those who advertise for them
put my name in your will
find it for a way
make it an amends
to the past present and future
I will find a way with your amounts given to me
to swallow you down
to choke you out
from beyond the grave

Porn companies
porn stars
all those who think 
I don't have a black file
and i'm just some ghetto wizard
and maybe a gullible god
put my name in your will 
pay off your debt
how you have tarnished
tainted mankind's image

All those building weapons of mass destruction
welcome to Gabrielles dance
joining those greedy people going to hell
And this is also for those with the power to send people to war
wether you crawled for me or not
put my name in your will
find a message for me to carry out
with your money
to choke you out
to tear you out of reality
with your money 
you will leave me a better way

This is the list
This is my tithe, pay it well
don't think i don't have a list
and be ready to buy yourself a few more cycles under the stars
Light in the darkness
may hunt you down
poisoning the well
you don't see the righteous wolf in sheep's clothing
nailing martyrs to the past
i have the list
you pay the tithe
and we'll see your historical wills!

Let's not leave out
those making drug abuse seem good
put my name 
in your will
and a metaphor for a prayer
to tear your shadow into holes
all you thugs and druglords
who think theyve escaped the lists
thats my biggest trick
put my name in your will
pay my tithe
swallow this omen
to set the future right
put my name in your will

I might claim some of your hard earned dreams
you've stolen from the innocent
of radiostations and entertainment
I might claim a method to the madness
of counterintelligence
I just might one day be the name used
when someone is stalking you

You whisper my name
you say my name
put my name in your will
make your amends in your death
you threw everything
and everybody away in your life
one way or another
someone gets the last laugh

wether your soul gets revenge
or you question mine
You are a name a number
a disguise configured 
found and discovered on satelite
and I'm ready to pull the rug under your feet
I'm about to pull the wool off the wolf

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May 7, 2014 at 8:08pm

I find that whenever I write or paint
I begin with a ritual
I light a fire that connects me to the world
A fire slows down time as it consumes
I take in my surroundings
I take in a time of day, a season, sights, sounds and smells
How my body feels in particular chair, or sitting on the ground
I think about life, death and the universe beyond and before
This fire may be literal or metaphorical
While writing I may light a candle
Or choose to sit outside by an open pit
And let the smoke fill my head
Before I begin a painting I light a fire within me
A fire that burns strong
To sustain me
For the continuum.

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Clover Out of Mud

Something comes to mind;
It is no evil thing.
Objectified it stands,
Sings loudly with open mouth,
Nearly speechless.
So is the volume turned up,
Turned on
When frogs croak
In muddy ponds
And tadpoles wink the day.

The field is all clover--
It feeds the sky,
Pleases the eye,
Is false 
Like some lovers.
Frogs are lovers,

People hop too--
Skip, jump, dance
Nightly by the moon,
Restless as sin.
Then they croak.
Where do they go?
They inhabit the hollows;
Their breath is fire.

Personification is no
Evil thing--
A gift, perhaps.
Out of the mud come frogs
In their season.
People inhabit the mud
As well--
Splattered and spotted
Like freckles
They come.

Random is the field of clover
Eating the mud,
Feasting like vultures.
The body lies down in clover;
It is covered,
It is decked out in glory
The glory of clover,
All fresh.

Out of the mud 
comes a phantom.
He drips with slime.
He carries his pride
Like a tomahawk.
He is clean shaven.
There is no regret.
Wanting peace he comes,
And she the wolf-hound
Is waiting.

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The Sire's Journey

Off to mountains he climbs
Whilst staying in his mind.
Off to battles he goes 
Defeating many foes.

The nature of his quest
Unruly as it may be,
Sings noiselessly in the air.
It cries and screams,
Yet pride smirks on his face.
It wriggles and squeals,
Yet his begotten one he will not yield.

His words speak kindly to it,
Soft like the wind,
Yet harsh they become
Like leaves rushing through the mountains’ wrath,
To those who may bring it harm.

Invisible string links them no matter the distance,
And at the beckoning call it grows taller than trees,
And has become stronger than the foundation of the earth.

Off to mountains it climbs
Whilst staying in its mind.
Off to battles it goes
Defeating many foes.

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Whose They

Writing in free verse,
and cracked knuckles on keyboards
with letters composed to make words
into poetry.
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