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Release Or Quarantine

Demography,
Geography,
Gender.
Age.

Curb,
Obtain,
Courtship.
Parenthood.

The shape of life is staired,
Either irregularly paired,
or regularly squared.
We find shame in familiar places,
Stamp fame over unventured traces.

Bond to fulfill culture.
Pendulum swings affirming the law of nature.
Sowing coincides with reap.

As man toils to control sanity,mortality leaps.
For restricting malevolent norms unleashes explosive neferity.
Asleep or awake this is the in-between reality,
Of capturing the needless,freeing the worthful.

Farm dilemma of the cow or bull?

By M.O.O aka C.E the free prison-worden

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Re-Kindled

Slide after slide,photo after photo.
Every minute of that moment together,flashes back.
I missed some,forgive me for calling grey,black.
I was time blind for I was in denial of your state.

That,smile that your cracking through the storm of pain.
That,motion you make with your eyes,momentarily shifting fate.
That,song from your heart to make her smile,pain drain.
Then,that still picture of rare beauty you pose for mother.

Re-living the past,in present memories.

I still feel that gust of sorrow,tears sweep my soul,silently.

Looking at you now,my young,amazing,sweet,wonderful nephew.
These photos,this clip,that vivid memory of your life with us.

Until i too depart and wax out from the sun,i shall never blow your candle.

Rest In My Heart.

By M.O.O aka Uncle mos-eh!

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Grass Dust

Empty thoughts escape my eyes,
Wordless complaints vapor through my lips.
That's what the stringent policies have reduced me to.

The grass has nothing to say back to me anymore.
In days of old it would cut the wind and split the molecules into torrents of blessings to us.
Today its blades reflect hostile rays into my eyes.
Then I cogitate...where is the chlorophyll?

Flags rise against states,grass against dust.
The worker bee lands upon it and shakes off the dust coated pollen brains.
I sneeze as if allergic to the two antagonists of peace that we once had.

The brass grass and bronze dust.
Under the stinging bee conspire to extirpate and scatter the tropical trees to alien soil.

There too dusty-grass prevails.

C.evoL

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White Hate Black Love

Snowy eerie cloud shaped like a flying man,faceless,behind him chunks of success.
In seconds it transmogrify s into a Beautiful Hurricane.

Black color despises the white beginning.
Taking over,black fencely loves freedom that's illusive,as its semi-trapped by white.
So white loved black by hiding light somehow,for it knew black's care would eventually retrogress hearts.

Again black shows love,as it crucifys freedom by introducing justice-in.
White hates a little more by criticizing the suggested color blend of fidelity-in.

To interchange,the painter asks,
"Does white make black look good,or vice versa?"
Poet,"Are they not both colors with a purpose."

Singers sang that song,nothing has changed to date.

By M.O.O aka The color blind human

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Things I Do

Femaliarity,isn't a word,
I'm female so I make the easy look hard.
I do that because you left me in awe,
By acting cold, I've branded you,'Best Foe.'

That's the first thing I did.
Now to forget about it I do enigmatic deeds.
Revisit our special place of affection under the sunset.
Recall the hugging and sweet talk, the pain makes me not fret.
I'm erasing those moments,
Changing the millions to cents.
I'm painting you worthless,
For you,permanently, I wrap my dress.

I'm doing that so that you never see where you came from,again.
I don't care if you care about the pleasure or pain.

The last thing I'll do is to let you be,
The first was reconciling with the old me.

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

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Irk of the Island

When i share my hopes and ambitions,she gives me a derisory laugh.
Her dereliction,as my better half,of supporting my strides,worry's me.

Not fulfilling her desiderata of comfort,sinks my ego below the sand,drags my dreams against the sylvan of this island of dissatisfaction.

Money vindicates time from the poor.
That's a minatory statement from a deranged lover.
I'm not a derring-do in an animated dote story,am as real as the sole of a terrapin.

I descry your desiccated heart.
No more fear,no sympathy,zero tolerance.
Vicissitude of covalent romance is at threshold.

Your bolder than ever,saying wise things of truth that shake me.
I act tenaciously to keep us together,then you utter another tentative sentence.

I pause and remember,Responsibility is de rigueur in a family union.

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

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They Are

I'm not there yet,the welkin hasn't shone an aureole above me yet.
I do not fret,since they already are,who they were born to be.
I'm holding back my voice,as their echo bursts through the valley of silence.

Now a dance of truth.

Pictures of young innocent new born,
On net-sites remind me of the wrathful horns.
Has one,signifying deformity,that toucheth the hearts' of steel minds,been blown?
Tears surround joy,i so curse the existence of artificial clowns.
Sadly twirl,drown in sympathy and pain when i impersonate these young souls.
The price of change in age and people,my spirit cries foul.
Spasms of fear in the unknown grips me.

For the elite,born in perfection and meta-morph in wealth.
To later rule the disabled dwelling in arcane ill health.

I plead,stop the bleeding join the poor in prayer,call unto God to save us.
Those that are and shall be.

By M.O.O. aka C.E

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How Long Punctuations

No question mark should precede my time.
No exclamation should startle your thoughts.
No apostrophe should suspend our feelings.A full stop must end the confusion.

Waves crush against the rocks,abetting,retreating from my grip!
How would you possibly grasp water?
The mystery gets worse,when at the horizon the ship's smoke is seen.

Time is,pause,play,slow and the 3D view of the-ship of love-in daylight is like a fading silhouette.

Your not here yet.

Sinking my feet under the wet sand,tuned from the heat of a steady sun.
I reckon,that sunset too is suspending itself.

So! This is how love,pends,when you wait for it at the wrong place?

Where water,earth and mankind converge.
How much longer shall we wait for Love to 'dock.'...

By Carswell E aka the punctuated patient

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Loves Persona

It's the core of impartiality,
The depth of equality.
None out-does the other.
That's about me and her.

We impersonate love and court it fully,
Dissociate from cogs and man made pulleys.
Look at her whiten jealousy,
As i cut off lusty fantasies.

Our acts are real,
Perfect two way seals.She locks i unlock vice-versa,
Two compliments no trespassers.

We handle problems personally,
Make decisions Biblicaly.
True verses from songs in our hearts,
Love heals lies hurt.

By M.O.O aka Carswell the impersonator.

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Its Gone Now I Know

Three letters for an infinite send off,
It ironically pastes the five letter word of another meet up.
As hallo departs and bye arrives,i realize that weathering too occurs in the heart.

Your T.L.C fades by the augment of my disgusting demeanor.
Special moments season into must be events.

Nothing we do matters anymore.
You go anywhere with anyone,i do whatever however with whomever.
Social limitations are no longer observed.
Fidelity perchance is melting away.

I question you no more,yet somehow care and wonder...?
You study my skin, within you find no tenderness and you still touch me.
Out of rage we bag powdered love,cast it into the sea and watch it dissolve.

Can you chase after what we have lost?

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL