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  May 2016 Sapiotextual
Stephan
Pianos cried

Sad, this lonely figure on a gloom ridden street,
head low, looking for diamonds in a dumpster
Chasing dreams in slow moving express lanes,
tracing graffiti on the edges of his skin,
following a blood trail hoping for orange juice

Once upstanding, a real community guy,
a giver, not a taker of sunrise gestures and hot coffee
Tossing an alarm clock no longer needed as
each day was something to look forward to,
slumber happily abandoned for the love of his life

Now duct taped shoes, silver on black scratched soles
worn from pacing in low signal zones, bad areas where hills
and valleys interrupted service, beeps meant voices straining
to hear over the high rise shadows,
while twenty dollars bought enough gas for two days

Fancied himself a poet a long time ago
Phrased emotions in sunny side up stanzas
Mornings and evenings reveled in inked harmonies
as two hearts sung a duet of rhymes in cursive cadence
so song like, pianos cried when left out

The only melodies these days are off key assumptions
stored behind locked doors of closed businesses,
offering desolate concrete steps for liquor bottles
with brown paper bag wrappings and unpaid receipts,
where he finally returns to sleep, to dream about her
  May 2016 Sapiotextual
Julie Langlais
Harvesting
Feeding your mind with knowledge,
quenches opportunity to inhale wisdom.

Pressing
Squeezing wisdom into a humble reflection, ripens your mind.  

Fermentation
A mind connected to growth,
provokes insightful sophistication.

Clarification
The abundance of one's progress becomes obvious to the cultivated mind.

Aging
A clear open mind inspires your full aging potential.

Jl 2016
Wine reference to our mind
It always tastes better with the proper aging process.
  May 2016 Sapiotextual
Pixievic
At the moment you are small
A tiny little thing within my breast
With aspirations to be bigger
A dictator in my cells
If you grow
You'll be the nightmare
Of all my waking moments
You'll devour me from inside
As you begin to swell
It might be you do nothing
But live amongst my tissue
Content just to stay
A tiny thing - who can tell
I can only wait
To see the choice you make
So I beg you - please don't grow
Or for my breast it is
Farewell .......

(C) Pixievic
Results are an early indication of something that may become cancerous. It may not do anything but if it gets any bigger or changes significantly they will take it out. Its a faulty **** - send it back I say ......!
Sapiotextual May 2016
the wind
sculpted the dunes,
in daylight—
allowing the sun
to paint, thru its light
the lucent spirit— of the dunes'
motley peaks and fevered breadth

the wind
carved the dunes,
at night—
allowing the moon
to sketch, thru its glow
the mystic soul— of the dunes'
muted slopes and cold blanket roll
Sapiotextual May 2016
cocoa pod fell
in perennial grass refined
like bitter strife
discovering sweet life
like an old lean
imbibing a fresh spin
fully enriched
this bean
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