O.C. California    1971 -    
INVITATION
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If your a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

~shel silverstein
INVITATION
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If your a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

~shel silverstein
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
3 hours ago

Mind Trap

Another spine tapped
We're going to need blood
Tissues and a cell stack


Relax

Take this mask
Breathe in,
                     But don't ask

Questions fast
Take the bait last
Helter skelter for a minute

Then laugh

Mind trap
We're going to need more gas
I'm starting to feel
Advanced
Everything familiar lost chance

Mind Trap
Brains ever changing map
We're going to need
Memories and a camera
To get it all back

Find your way out
But don't look back

I'm starting to feel abstract
But I keep falling
In a metaphysical,
                   Emotional,  
                         Notional,
                            Mind Trap

I'm going to need
    Atoms putative to exist

Because I,
                   Just jumped
                                         Off this
                                                       Poetic
                                                        ­         Cliff

JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
7 hours ago

Look at how were living in this day and age
A little boys father is a loaded twelve gauge
His brother is the member who delivers my pages
Little boy shot as the south land rages
I'm losing my wages from pyros in cages
I'm losing my mind as our new world engages
In violence
The new generation
Violence the new trend of nations
It conquers relations
And robs new creations
It has taken our minds and destroyed all our patience

We're fading
All races are hating
Sharing one land leads to cultures debating
Their laws
The American flaws
Misunderstanding the American cause
American,
For we are all one
Sharing one land from wherever you come
Don't be dumb
Take your freedom and fun
For this is the last of the places you'll run
Hide your guns

JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
9 hours ago

She is like opening up a map,  

Once she is open

   She is hard to fold back

JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
11 hours ago

I love my wife
I love my mistress
They have my kids
Illegitimate
We coexist
In sins abyss
What I want next
Is a pilegesh
Hagar my love
Bear me gifts
16:1-3 Genesis
Love, Lust, Mistress
My big penis
Hardens thick
Every time I see a chick
Is this nature
Or a sin
I'm horny for women
Cortigiana onesta she is
Cortigiana di lume if better fits
May she be my courtesan

Cora Pearl my love
My heart crouchs in harmony
With fathers cellos sings
Love and lust bleeds

I guess its too late for the warning ⚠
Doh!
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
13 hours ago

As I gazed at the moons reflection of the Sun
The glow too reflected from my eyes, to hers
She saw this reflection
I saw this reflection of reflection,  
Reflected
From the suns mirror, reflected off the moon, Reflected off my eyes, to her eyes,
Reflecting back onto my eyes,
Reflecting back to the moon gazed reflection of the suns mirror

With all the reflecting back and forth
I could see the sun at night
When I looked into her eyes

We peered into the waters cleared
Under the moons ripples
And we saw reflections
Of our faces
Contemplating the fragments of the light shown
We realized we are all reflecting white lights through the prism of lifes 3Dimensional color

We are reflected now, as lens flares
Inside pictures where
Reflections are magical

The photo of reflected life
And the hidden beauty in this invisible air
All seen from a gaze to a moon reflecting back the Suns glowing stare

  15h  JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
Denise huddleston
Denise huddleston
19 hours ago

It's easy to hear the loneliness in her voice
As she speaks she has no one to talk about, there's just no choice

She talks about the good old days
Filled with love and compassion all was just a faze

Loneliness is when you cry
There's no one there to make her smile or dry her eyes

No one to help with the demons inside her head
No one to subside the discomfort of pain from deep inside

The demons are here to prey on the misguided brain
She continues to hide her pain

Only to give into the loneliness of despair
Her loneliness has only become a reality because nobody cares

Trying to fade away loneliness has taken its toll
On her soul

Sound of loneliness is silent
She doesn't hear the birds singing with great talent

She doesn't feel the sun shining
People pass her by as if she doesn't exist so she starts declining

She wishes her heart could love again highly unlikely loneliness has become her only way of life
She remains unable to feel due to the coldness in her heart stuck by a knife

Written by: Denise Huddleston
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
JΛΧδΡ⑧Z
15 hours ago

We all need an injection of company, but nobody likes needles

Inspired by poet Denise Huddleston
 
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