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I'll love you if you love me,
respect you if you respect me,
I'll help people that I actually hate
to kill the unhappiness they create

I'll speak truth, won't avoid being straight
falseness traits, fakes, liars I don't appreciate, 
I'll only manipulate those whom manipulate,
it's a one off for me, I'll let the evil devastate, 

I'll let people abuse me to the point they don't care, 
they'll miss me and want me back when I'm not there, 
I'll notice intentions and seem most unaware, 
I'll build up your confidence and kill it when you dare

I can see your opinion and your point of view, 
understand why you do what you do, 
so I can be on your side and see you truly too, 
and when you try to get me I'll see it before you

You can't hurt me twice if you didn't hurt me once,
nothing and no one will change past influence, 
narcissists love me and use me like a sponge 
they win but I'll have won destroying their sense 

I'm an Empath who is kind caring and easily led, 
when I look at people I see only the best, 
my heart overpowers the thoughts in my head, 
but I'll always seek truth and I'll leave you for dead 

However you treat me your intent is noticed, 
I'm nice but my evil side is explosive 
but I wont use it unless yours is noted 
I only want nice things and that's how I live 

It's a way people see as their advantage
and set about using me as theirs to manage, 
until man oh man I hate to do this,
forced to defend myself and cause you damage

I'll be loyal if you're loyal 
I'll be your friend and best mate,
if you know an empath like me 
please don't realise to late

© Nick Trim  

Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind

She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.

The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.

Through a plasma screen
the buxom lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
meanwhile elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb 
while they transfix.

I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.

© Eric Ashford  

My narrow hands made minarets
Of castles in the sky
The phantom figures that I traced
Were but for just my eyes

I did not draw upon the sand
For fear the rising tide
Would devastate the effort
And then – what left – have I?

I did not sketch in quarters
The public would review
For fear their introspection
Would taint my simple view

And what my slender finger drew
Upon the canvas blank
With such utmost authority
Took just my breath away –

Alone I viewed my handiwork
Took stock of every line
Internalized the ephemeral
Nature of the rhyme

Which set the spirit of the thought
Which grasped the shades of earth
And shaped my castles in the air
In minarets of verse –

© John Oldham  

I’m moving down a forest trail,
wooden canyon on my right side,
above, on thermals, raptors glide,
always inspires without fail.
I hear a rustle before me,
and wonder just who that could be?

Perhaps it is an Indian,
face painted, war club on his back,
looking down at the dirt track,
the path taken by his foemen,
they took his woman in a raid,
his bow will flash, and they will pay…

Maybe it’s a militiaman,
on the lookout for that same brave,
the British stirred them to a rage,
bribed them to devastate the land,
dirty tricorn and old musket,
but he’s rarely had to use it…

Or could it be a long-hunter,
clad in leather, fringe, and fur hat,
rifle and necessary bag,
seeing it the duff is disturbed,
tracking an elk across the hills,
hoping tonight he’ll eat his fill…

Perhaps it is a pioneer,
just passing through on his way west,
his only clothes are on his chest,
his destination isn’t near,
looking for land that he can farm,
clear it with just strength of arm…

Maybe it is a lumberjack,
timber-cruising for trees to fell,
which ones to cut, his eyes can tell,
some of them broader than his back,
snaps is suspenders on his plaid,
they’ll have work for all of the labs…

Or a uniformed park ranger,
tired from long miles on his feet,
these winding trails his daily beat,
always looking out for danger,
knowing poachers frequent this place,
they’ll pay the price for unfair play…

It could be a tourist family,
father wrangling eager kids,
who dash about (like he once did!),
so many things they want to see,
his wife carries the little one
who snoozes in the mid-day sun…

Though it could be some teenager,
even now she’s glued to her phone,
why did she even leave her home?
Takes selfies to show off later,
Is she awed by the canyon’s drop?
or is it just another prop…

But it is none on these things, no,
it is an ambling black bear,
we’ve caught each other unaware,
neither seems to know where to go,
He’s as surprised by this as me,
was he also caught up in daydream?

© David Welch  

	I'm a soft-lover dude, something I have never tried to hide. I have always respected your mind. thoughts, and soul way before I ever wanted your body on my side. 
	You are so smart, so in funny and so incredibly sentimental. Even with years apart and miles divide, nothing could replace you, there is no supplemental.
	I'm a gentle lover, stronger in the jaw. Let anyone mess around and find out. I promise they will regret this. I promise the last thing they will be able to do is crawl. 
	Messages full of memories, post-its all over the wall. Homemade meals, homemade dreams, homemade everything, we do it all. 
	No matter how many bouquets I get you, no matter how many bouquets you deserve. None of the numbers could ever compare, none of the sufferance you have adored could ever be swerved. 
	Your life is about to be full and busy as can be, no worries at all. When you need a break or just want to smile I'm gonna be here, all you gotta do is call. 
	Like I said in the beginning, I'm a soft-lover dude. I like to let my feelings run the show, butt also don't mind coming off as rude. 
	   I feel like our powers could combine and be the greatest force of all. If our souls combined the chaos and destruction would devastate everything, even the small. 
	Aight, aight  got a lil corny there,  got a lil ornery there,  got a lil less horny for me. Let me bring it back to the topic, let me bring it back to the subject, let me bring this  back where it needs to be. 
	Honestly it's hard to wish you have never been hurt, to wish your path to be easy, to wish you have never known pain. When none of that , none of it at all could bring your subvert or even start to ruffle your mane.
	I gotta bring it back for one more bar, I gotta bring it back for one more track. I couldn't leave that  on some weak sauce, I couldn't leave feeling like a  left handed smack.
	I gotta keep this  going, i gotta show you I'm forreal. I gotta keep this  going, I gotta just be true and not redo the deal. 
	So, now when I tell you I mean it you know I'm being real. Now when I tell you I mean it there is no other way for you to feel.

© George Smalls  

I wanted to get to know her, 
she thought that meant date, 
maybe in time or maybe a mate, 
she thought she would make me wait, 
work harder and show her I'm not fake, 
but she didn't get to know me to my face, 
she thought she automatically held a place, 
and started to treat me like I'm a disgrace, 
telling these stories of me not looking great, 
trying to get me in trouble for her mistakes, 
thinking it is okay to treat me second rate, 
slowly I looked at her knowing just hate, 
she is not a person I like or relate, 
toxic obnoxious and likes to devastate , 
abusing her position all up in my space,
run Forest run distance to create, 
getting away where she hasn't a place, 
she's angry at me said I used then separate, 
now I stay far away, my great escape 
not worthy of dating, not worth a mate, 
for she was but a basket, a basket case

© Nick Trim  

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
                             i
                             n
                              k

into the sheets,
fold into myself,
….be forgotten,

immerse myself with the raindrops
and blend in—
    washed out,
washed away,
 
be a mere globule
in those floodwaters

and once it recedes,

let me be

--bleached
by 
sunlight

scrub     a w a y 
my darkness,

let that vast spectrum of light
assault it

let those rays
shine
No.
make that, glare--
into my outer and inner beings,
highlighting each of my flaws—


(--can’t you see?—
--tell me,
is it not amidst sunlight
that you see
all those dust particles
floating about?

air may seem invisible, 
  but it's not invincible

think. Again.

--those countless, innumerable
nano flaws)

let those rays
burn through me,
forcing melanocytes
to aggregate
into multiple nevi

--flaws manifested—

then after the Sun
has done its part,

allow pieces of me

to evaporate,
to condense,
to sublimate,,,,

I ramble,  on
    and on                 ...,and on
droning, groaning
like the hardened ground,
as, it’s, pierced, by, rain daggers, 

(but unlike it,
the petrichor 
that I release

fails
to 
invigorate me

--the reason
behind this

escapes me)

Drench,,,,, everything!!!!!!! 
!!!!! unleash,,,,, ravage !!!!!
     then 
  devastate!!!!!


simply: 

R e l. e a s e

               
all that chaos
within


then after all that,
revel in the silence

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and so 
I simply lie
down
on my pondering senti.mental stool-
the overthinker, the wandering fool



Cut through me, Rain, 
--be my salve

Burn deep inside me, Sunlight,
--then heal my tatteredness






--------rain and sunlight: lingering thoughts of a loopy, sighing, mind-----

© Kabuteng P.Ink K.  

I watched a movie last night 
where Denmark was fighting 
against Prussia 
using body parts in canons

To devastate the enemy
infection and disease 
spreading through
the enemies ranks

When will people 
learn to live in peace
when will people learn
to treat each other as brothers

A girl got pregnant
to one of the soldiers
Her mother threatened
to kick her out

Children make mistakes
children find love
sometimes with the wrong people
yet they are your children

If my child got pregnant
I would not turn my back
I would not kick her out
I would not make her suffer

We would make 
room in the house 
for a new baby
and encourage the mother

To further her education
to gain financial independence
to build a life 
for herself and her baby

Granted children need both parents
but sometimes things happen
my children would always
have a home

© Bernard Barclay  

the thought- 
is giant silent tree 
you can take seat under it, 
is mountain 
you can take seat beneath its feet, 
is ocean 
you can go more inside of it, 
is sun, moon, stars and their lights 
you can make friendship with its hive, 
is orbital entity 
you can search the path of ahead with your contemplated mercy 

o you can climb on it, 
you can ride, 
you can drive, 
you can dive 
but all through you can remove the dark

yes, o dear your movement of thought
should remove the dark of your inside 

if it's unable to devastate the roots of darkness 
from your inside eternal soul 
then you can note on it 
it's not the thought 
it's the plot, the trapped plot.......


-September 23, 2019 Chattogram

© Mahtab Bangalee  

on this earth
I'm a traveler of two days like others

here I strongly believe
every traveler has own guide,
own immigration law, own passport
own traveling right

on this plentiful wealthy earth
every traveler
just coming and going

here I've come as a beggar;
after coming I make me busy
stealing wealth,
robbing the other portions,
embezzling the others right,
deflower the other righteous youthful flower,
for the temporal throne, the others live I slaughter
I devastate the other traveling paths by ravenous power

on the time of going, I ask forgiveness
from the unknown almighty;
I pray the whole day and night
for the forgiveness from the unknown;
I make a pilgrimage visit to the so-called home of almighty
for the purifying of my traveling guilty path;
I cry on the bed of every going (death)
for the forgiveness

I believe in God, yes, I have belief in His power
I know there is one creator behind this whole universe
I believe the creator is almighty, omnipresent
He can do anything
He is the supreme judge
justice is His constitution

but no, no,
without the ruined (by me) righteous travelers
nobody has the right to forgive me;
even God has no right to forgive,
if no traveler of the earth forgive me;

in the supreme court of God
I do not know, is there valid any power of attorney!
But yes, God has no right to forgive me, has He?


-June 28,2019 Chattogram

© Mahtab Bangalee