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Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath my midnight mask, I remove, the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic, by my bedside, asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I could not ignore the light coming from the cracks in the open door
Giving it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seems to be deeming, a distance, of resistance
Curiosity, came a crawling, and caressing, 
To feel and taste, sinful skin, 
Everything then, grew thinner than thin,
Suddenly, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse, hits the wall, of nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, notwithstanding
Is this, a moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Only this, and nothing more!"
A natuary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwrecked floor
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is, and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking, and repeating, the speeding, of needing
My drugs, of pain and passion, to end the illusion
Of the self inflicted - bruising, from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted, and tainted, like the midnight dreary
Reciting, and exciting, like The Bells, of Annabel Lee, in fury
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin, is how it seems

On the nights my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I ravel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the dark side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scratch my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By:PD
Inspired by The Raven

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Elicit Illicit Lucid Dreams -contains nudity-

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break and entering, break dancing meninges remove 
portions of brain doin' the bitchin'. Ah, this immaculate incision! 

    Lucid dreams vacating turnstile vibrations, deteriorating horrific screams 
douching eardrums. Ultraviolet eyes fortified by THREES---Mind-Body-Soul, 
rolled up into one huge trinity. 
    
    I'm moving asses fantastic. Call me the "Proctologist of Poetry". 

    Electrify words, regurgitate, choke and vomit the crock of crap-ola. Venture 
down butter slides until the sky goes red. 

    Still too uptight to listen? (don't pretend in comments that you read this 
entire poem if ya' didn't) glisten, be kind, rewind, let liquid swords chop away 
fat weighing upon your forces. Once doors of perception swing eyes wide 
open. Devour the false to magnify hate. I love you the same. I love you, never 
in vain. Hearing your verse lifts a heavy curse carried in shame. 
    
    As a child, I had no fear of apocalypse, or world hunger. No, phobia meant 
running out of words to give, to receive, from lips. It haunts me to this day. 
Tho' the bliss of poetic language's kiss, soothes the cries. Altruistic sighs! Now 
we dance! Dancing Harmony times three equals harmonize! Tour your Third 
Eye, yir' Karma-eyes!

    To the heads that said, "NO CAN DO!"- We've weaved advice for you. File 
illicit deeds away, for in dreams we are connected, Siamese twins, at the 
wrist, spellbound paradise! Let go of doubt, negativity= below zero. Work it 
out! Crash whiplash angles 'till friggin' rectangles dangle through 
kaleidoscopes of style. Poet trees smear the cosmos. Let go! THREE will never 
be alone. Bestow the glow, thorazine vapors escape secret tombs where 
peroxide cleans wounds. Fusing two Toots in common with Nefertiti. THREES. 
    
    Elicit illicit lucid dreams gushing ejaculatory melodic screams. Orgasmic 
spasms...vas deferens between actual sacks and Staff of Ra polluted sticky 
streams. Peddle the bicycle high, annihilate attrition, like motivated Mormons, 
door to door men, on a worldwide mission. I love you, I miss you...witness the 
vision...alive in the schism!

*credit A.Horovitz, A.Yauch, M.Diamond, Billy Corgan

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Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Flame

If sorrow cloaks the surface of your soul 
And chills the warmth that turns your wishes cold, 
Unchain the hidden anguish in your hold,
Releasing tethered truths that must be told. 

Your clever wisdom, once conceived as real, 
So blinded you to feelings kept concealed. 
Inducement starts when you at last repeal 
The law you self imposed, a false ideal. 

Beginning chapter one you sense a start. 
Ahead we veer, adjust and reembark. 
In time the doubts will pass, from our concern, 
Devotion grows in knowledge two must learn. 

A flaming passion, uncontrolled, will die.
Insightful ones will dodge the seering light.
The quantity is not where truth abides,
The quality is where forever lies.



Gene Bourne
08-15-14





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Mirror Ball

I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,

A swing band auditorium,
An Art Deco emporium,
When romance, innocent in pace,
From dancing to a teasing chase.

The town grew west in modern haste
And down it came, without a trace.
The war and culture's change in taste,
Predestined doom, the past erased.

The future sighs, with solemn face
The wrecking ball, the glittered waste
No plaque to read "Historic Sight".
The swirling dust, a dance goodnight.


Gene Bourne
08-01-14








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From Pinnacle to Cynical

From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until the path got narrow
Yes, in our way, we reached the top
And then became quite cynical 
For our decline, we could not stop
In descending from that pinnacle 
It matters not, how far we reached
Upon life's twisted routes and bends 
It's knowing that we've seen the summit
And that our journey, must slow, then end
                                                   By JTCurtis

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How, When and Why


According to my neighborhood, 
(All experts on the topic), 
Opinions vary, none too good, 
One called it "Catastrophic". 

Exterminators sigh, refrain 
Condolences, I'm sorry. 
At City Hall, they're shocked, exclaim
They have no such Department 
 

To know that squirrels are running wild, 
I hear them as they scamper. 
An attic is a sacred place, 
Secure, not meant to tamper. 

Their next move, chewing all the wire 
And gnawing through the rafters. 
I hear them squeak a vermin's choir 
And hear my own crazed laughter. 

That life dare heave this final ho, 
But agents know thier timelines. 
The hours when the house is shown,
Their outdoor play, the best time.

I also left the scheduled due
When freight train horns will pass through.



Gene Bourne
08-26-14




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No Deposit, No Return


Your wishes can't regain,
A thrill so long ago. 
To once again reclaim 
A past you wouldn't know. 

You view a different dance, 
With unfamiliar tune 
You pine for lost romance, 
Yet treasure not the Moon.




Meter - Iambic Trimeter (Cataletic).
A-B, A-B Rhyme.
 
Gene Bourne.
06-11-14




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She is more

She is, exactly what he wanted to see
His erotic fantasy
Every teenage boys playboy bunny dream

Look at how you come onto me
Lost, destroyed soul is all i will ever see
U disgust the innermost,
deepest feelings in me

She is the beauty queen
The one from your dreams
She doesn't even look like she bleeds
Imagine how she screams...

Perfect without a flaw
Take her on the wall
Have her spread all over the floor
Dont even close the door
Look at what you all came here for

Destroy her pride
Till shes got nowhere left to hide
Give her your might once more
Until she cannot take it anymore

Look into the eyes of all your lies
Realize every hurt you've given in your life
This is your whore
& now shes all bloody and sore
The same girl next door,
that u begged for more

You've burnt your soul to the core
A deed done
With blood on your hands
Listen, to your screaming fans

Shes just one of those,
that you used to love
You stole all her fairy dust 
and turned it into lust.



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A stranger passing


A stranger passing                                   Gail Gilbride
 
A stranger passing would never notice
the colour of fynbos
and wild raw woundedness of grief
foaming in a back corner.
By Sandra Hill

Curled up
hugging my body
huge well of grief.
The bubble protects me
with its golden light.
Swirling body of pain
heart-wrenching wrongs
unspeakable accusations
from a feverish jealous godless mind.
A stranger passing would never notice
my escape. The shy deer treads softly.
Gentle eyes make careful contact
as I turn swiftly follow him
my gipsy skirt flimsy
my body firm intact.
In nature untamed
colours glisten
the colour of fynbos.
Words fly in the ether
still find their way to my ears
thrust the unspeakable upon me
wielding evil power against me
wounding fatally.
Every fibre rebels.

I reach up snatch those words
try to assuage
the wild raw woundedness of grief.
And even here
where the shy deer treads
and all is snow covered
pristine innocent-seeming
I wait.

 I know they will find me.
There is no escape when
a veneer of civilization covers
barbaric cruel hearts
foaming in a back corner.


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Desert Days

Desert days they stretch away, beyond human frailty
Like the haze of heat, waving goodbye to sanity’s hallucinations
A horizon of farewells fanning ridicule
Where only creatures dare hide in a place devoid of belief

Yet desert nights tease, with promise of cool relief 
That slithers under sheets stealing sips from thirsty dreams

But if your dreams could see, they would show you colours and wonder
And skies full of diamonds dripping with a vastness so pure
All watched by a moon; bone white against the night
In a cathedral of dimensions and contrast known only to God




Nette Onclaud’s Poetry Contest: In the Desert
Mark Trichet
14 September 2014

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Contretemps


Angry acts begin. 
Harmful words would never flare, 
Count to ten then once again. 

Wildfire spreading fast, 
With mistaken, muddled acts. 
Smokey aftertaste will last. 

Then finessed assaults, 
Vainly exit, pride intact, 
Casting blame, the other's fault.

Friendships fall head-long, 
Disarrayed in stumbled steps. 
Puzzled reasons blurred then gone.  


Gene Bourne.
10-22-14




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The Malcontent

Fate rewarded some who came, 
Daily problems quickly solved. 
Wisdom thrived in their domain, 
Joyful as their lives evolved. 

You distorted what you saw, 
Public minutes, private years. 
Never witness to the flaws, 
Hidden turmoil, muted tears. 

Eyes, reflecting wrong side up, 
Squint through nickelodeans. 
Brilliant microscopic dust
Floating through what might have been. 

All delusions bring the same,
Different versions of yourself.
Time can't alter what remains,
Single bookend, empty shelf.


Gene Bourne.
08-23-14



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Truth, Tears and Temptation

Venus’s light grew ever brighter as discovery marked its territory
On new faces—old ones brought to the light of sudden love-falls
I grew wary of the feelings surpassing my entire being
Wavelengths of caution holding their hands up in dominance
“Do not pass as to succumb to the charm of your desires,
Yet pause in the epiphanies that blind you”

This voice had the authority over the stars and planets,
Over the birds and beasts, and could be heard by all rebellious men
Its anger was subtly piercing, with no trace of mortal malice
Erupting for the greater good of my confused soul,
Trapped in the sentiments that have swayed me into some false conviction

“Stay here and forget the voice,” says another oh so softly,
“Take wing into heavens none have traveled before
Do not pause at the discretion of your reasoning—
Instead ride upon the back of revolution’s stride
Taste the inner cravings that have molded you together
Crunch on the sustenance of those around you
Eat it all—for the morsels are both tasty and satisfying
Be fattened in the comfort that everyone around you…FALLS”…

And then my guard was cut clean off…
By the most gorgeous face I have ever set eyes upon
I had seen this face, many a time…
Yet now it pierced me sharper than ever before
I longed to taste the lips that spoke to me
I faltered in the sound of the laughter escaping the mouth
The heart of this being was so fixated in its own reality
And the despair of my desire grew uncomfortably under boulders of Never-
Will-I-Attain

Oh voice, loud as thunderous fire…
Why can I not desire what I will never have? 
Will I crumble to dust by this new feeling,
Or shall I forget it all and assemble my thoughts upon new and greater 
heights? 

“Oh beautiful soul, take a look at your heart of gold,
Remember your time is ever so short—and though all fall short,
These desires inside you will stretch your time into success
All bottled up in alerted misery,
Why burden yourself in cold sobriety?
Embark upon the passions like the waves of the sea—
Give that heart that you so long for what it deserves…
Give it the truth—your truth
And if you fall, you fall…”

I silenced the thought with terrible thrashing tears
Wanting to listen, yet too stiff to absorb it all
I begged the voice to strengthen me,
And all I could hear was the assurance of my desires

Yet the echo of the Almighty was clearer than the sorrows I possess even 
now:

“Do not pass as to succumb to the charm of your desires,
Yet pause in the epiphanies that blind you”

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The Fall

Call me
Call me now
Let me hear your voice
As I fade from the site of you
Let your words dance over my heart
Come and kiss this last romance
Heart to heart
Lips to lip
Lets us linger in a long last kiss
All our loved ones end up dead
Let us entwine in a lovers twist
Waking up to a morning mist
Expose your breasts upon my chest
Call me now

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Life is Messy

Life is a mess and needs constant cleaning
Soap Opera glasses and bodies acquire meaning
She said this; He said that
Bureaucracy is getting fat, fat, fat

Life is a mess with no sanitizing
Half empty or half full is agonizing
Media talk; on the job gossip
Interacting with people considered Drama Prophets

Life is a mess and will stay as such
Many humans seem to lack the connective touch 
Work harder, longer, faster, be perfect!
For some, this is equal to a creative reject

Life is really messy for the next generation
Faster, better, longer; utter frustration
Stress that will taunt and even hurt them
A messy loss of an antiseptic brain stem


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A Life Sentence

Dear freedom, your sweet innocent voice seems
Now like a distant echo, lost in the wind.
Hopes lost in a set of broken dreams,
With heavy chains, to your heart of stone pinned.

Day by day, night by night, without an end in sight,
Tortured by the ravaging beak of time, flying
With wings of solit'de, displaying its might, 
And hatred-filled eyes, watching me dying. 

These chains around my heart like a vicious snake
Poisoning my soul with darkness and despair. 
A dreadful nightmare from which I will wake
And look into destiny's most wicked glare. 

I stand under shadows cast by heaven's light,
And into sleep I fade, witho't a fight.

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Breathe

I am trapped.
By these four walls of my room,
By this skin and bone.

Locked away
And suffocated
By the pressure in my head.

Sounds seem distorted,
Like a fish 
In a bowl.

The quiet of my thoughts
Turned away
By ringing and chaos.

My anxious heart longs for 
The comfort of silence
And to simply, breathe. 


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Through The Mist

Through the Mist
It feels like a lifetime has passed since my beloved I last saw, Bedecked in shining armor, my brave Geoffrey did gallantly gallop, Riding his silver steed, through a soft silky blue morning mist That like a tender lover enveloped and amorously embraced him.
Now overtaken by dark despair, silently willing my love to reappear, Despondently I peer through this most mystifying mist, realizing that On this fateful day twenty years before, he had unwittingly succumbed To its seductive allure because man and mist had merged becoming one.
Date: 8-21-2014

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A Goodly Warning

"A Goodly Warning"
 by Rachel Heffington

O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore.
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.

For her kiss it is sweet
It is death, it is meat
It is sharp as a bone-frost and light as a wheat
In her bed, poppy-reds
glimmer bright as she shreds
All your best years of life into raggedy threads.

O! She picks every purse with a laugh and a curse
but a beggar she stays till the end of no end.
For her girtle is trim
From the breast to the hem;
She must ever stay hungry to eat what you lend.

Never thanks, never smile,
Such small coinage is vile
In pay for the life-years snipped off of a man.
But a kiss for the road
- Age and Slumber your load -
And a red-lipped farewell where your trouble began.

 O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore. 

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Midnight Walker

The moon and the stars masquerade in her eyes
And white clouds of lambs wool dust her cheeks with the night
As her gown whispers reasons of textured  surprise
While she paddles through pages of shadow soft white,
Through her pearl spattered echoes of talkative rain
 Came so many far voices and soul searching prayers
That had been once before and had came back again
To pick up their amen’s at the foot of her stairs.


She gathered her moments with black velvet gloves
And she placed them inside her dress pocket again
Just forgotten grey hearts and remembered sweet loves
And those things that she felt there’s no need to explain,
 Then she walked slowly onwards to midnight once more
Where the seesaw of evening tips left and then right
And she saw that there still was no key in the door
There was no way of knowing the day or the night.


Then she lay down and slept in her shadow knit bed
For the first light of dawn through the keyhole to glow
When it crept up her gown and touched gently her head
She would rise up and instantly know where to go,
Yet she followed her dreams on their slumber soft way
Through their arcane existence they drifted on air
To a place where the evening called out to the day
And she knew that she’d find what she’d always sought there…

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ultrathin

folio, 
preparing my days ahead
smoke,
red dress, extending my hand to you
chasing dragons
images tagging a warm spot
rapidness, 
my heart beats on and on

Timeless, and ultrathin

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Changing Dimensions

HOLD THE EARTH IN YOUR HANDS,
TELL ME CAN YOU FEEL IT CRUMBLE?
NOW SHAKE IT UP AND DROWN THE LANDS,
CAN YOU FEEL THE PLANETS TROUBLES?

CREATED FOR A HIGHER PURPOSE.
TORTURED, HUNGRY, IN A RAT RACE,
ONLY TO GAIN MATERIALS THAT YOU PHYSICALLY CANNOT TAKE.

SO LET IT FLOW, DO NOT TRY TO STAY.
WE ARE PEBBLES IN BOULDERS VEINS.
WE HAVE LOVE AND EMOTION, THAT'S ALL WE CAN MAKE.

THE MATERIALISTICS ARE JUST A THROWN DISTRACTION OF WHO
WE REALLY ARE. NOW TIME IS REALLY COUNTING, BUT PEOPLE DO NOT AWAKE.
LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS BEGINNING ITS END.
ASCEND OR END.

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Temple of Life

Water, gently filling a bamboo to the brim before snapping,
scared deer running in the right direction, to the hunter,
how many young ones are orphaned in this bloody hunting?

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Lily, Temple of Life, 5/2/2014
Syllables count:  16 - 14 - 14

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Time Borrowed

Lucky none have seen him slip and fall.
Mustn't know his strain to stand at all.
Many wondrous stories he could share.
Pass them by as if he wasn't there.

Try to help, a plate slips from his hand.
Whispers seem a guarded reprimand.
With, "I'm sorry", asks them for a broom.
Told don't worry. Shuffles to his room.

Often teens will peek when he's asleep.
Perfect size computer room retreat.
Glance at all his keepsakes still unpacked.
Confident their future plans intact.

Enter rooms, their words become a cough.
When he leaves, begin where they left off.
Waking from a dream, he's loved again.
None must know his struggle just to stand.
 

Gene Bourne.
07-29-13.


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