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Ray Dunn
let the sound of the music
drown out the check engine light
as your pulse beats to the drums
i was always envious
of the women
with their **** together
their confidence unparalleled
their stable nature

but not anymore...
it wasn’t luck
that got them to the top

i saw their names
etched into the walls of hell
as i walked through,
and now i understand
why they always have painted nails
they’re hiding the charcoal
hades survivors club
I will not come home to anger
Astral projection
You know better
What are you keeping from
Not so sweet
Michael S Simpson
I will be free in my heart!
I will be free in my soul!
The light of Christ will make me whole!
A radiant center of light I'll be!
The joy of the Lord will flow through me!

Allelujah! Allelujah! Allelu, allelujah! (3 X)
A joyful chant of celebration. To be sung with utter conviction.
Derrick Jones
In the sweet embrace
Of a well-written novel
I am infinite
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atticus wilson
Until I can talk to my friend again
Chris Saitta
Come home from eagle-throated distance,
The canoe-tip of the crescent moon scuds
Into the silt-gold, mud-bed of heaven.
Her face-dream beside the pine trees
The mollusc of purpled wampum beads shining.  

Bury my hands, ninidji, in the eagle’s nest,
Carry my feeling words to her on wings.
Let her mix roots, berries, clay
and the feather of my hands
To paint her face with my words and these trees.

Or let my hands ripple like flat-fish
Above the silt-bed of her slim stomach,
Held there in radiant scaled warmth.
Lappihanne, the rapid water of our river heart,
Like an arrow that glides from the bow,
My people where the tide ebbs and flows.

To us both, the dark, golden edge of woods whispers, kuwumaras
And the water arrow will never land,
But carried in my eagle’s hands,
I say kuwumaras, my love, and pierce through all darkness
To the empty path made full with the ripples of all who have passed.
My nika, swan of the woods, let us dive into the dark, golden sea
Of forever in the hills.
All italicized words are Algonquin.
"Wampum" is well-known as the colorful beads made from whelk shells and later used as currency in trading with New World explorers.
"Lappihanne" was the basis for the word Rappahannock, which is also the name of the tribe known as the "people of the ebb and flow tide"
"Kuwumaras" means "I love you"
All other words are self-explained in the above.

Roots, berries, clay, and sometimes feathers were used for face paint.
Pusong sugata'y naging sunud-sunuran,
Inakalang ito ang gusto ng kapalaran,
Ang pag-ibig kong lubos,
Unti-unting naubos at natapos.

Nagbago ang ihip ng hangin,
Itinaboy ka papalayo sa akin,
Ngunit masisisi ko ba ang hangin?
Kung ayun din naman pala ang iyong hangarin.

Hangganan ay nakalimutan,
Sapagkat wala nang patutunguhan,
Marahil ang alaala'y babalik,
Ngunit hindi na muling mananabik.

Kaya't aking sinta,
Malaya ka na.

rocked world
closed eyes
battle beat
broken sigh
mountainous drop
lady luck
Terry Collett
That she must stand close,
and he, wanting
to take her hand,
must do so
in his head,
and by his own
pretend that he
does not feel
that way,
but deep down
he burns to touch
and feel,
but he does not,
and ignores it still.

That she is unaware,
that just by being
she moves him
to a darker place,
a place of lust,
confused with love,
and being unaware,
she stops to wait
and dreaming, stare.
beyond the pale
and catch a look
at the proxy (yourself).
Glimpse at the unfamiliar,
at the sweet terror of someone,
you've never known (yourself).

Revel and tune in,
on the loose lips of a stranger(yourself).
in the queer warmness of this red rose.
Learn to love the unmanicured-self.
the new self that needs you.
When I first saw you,
I saw perfection.

When I got to know you,
I saw pain.

When I started loving you,
I saw strength.

Now...all that I see
Is what means everything to me.

What I see
Is the strength to go on.

What I see
Is the courage to do anything.

What I see
Is the love to be around anyone.

What I see
Is everything I need.
He loves me more

Why is that such a scary concept for me

Scarier than when I loved you more.

Scarier than loving him back

Why does he love me more?
Its always at the end of the dream..
The final view from afar and close..
A bright cloud in the night sky..
Made of all colors the eye could see..
And from the cloud dances the lightning..
In colorful arcs the electric paintbrush strokes..
I have always thought the cloud to be an idea inside of my mind..
Or should I say ideas!
A batch of whimsical thoughts and stories within..
The lightning, and now something new..
The halos!
They're now halos that float out from the cloud..
The halo is made up of all colors that my eyes have ever seen..
They float to the stars and back down into the cloud..
I think its time for me to share my stories...
The book.  The story.  And my thoughts.
Johnny walker
It been long time since I
held Helen In my loving
arms even longer since I tasted the sweetness of
her oh so tender lips
kisses that took
my breath
And It seems like a long
time since Helen became
my wife even longer since
she gave birth to our
Son along  time
since last
It's a fence
You want someone
you love
Break the fence...
Vallery Obure
I will not complain that you left me..
Every minute that you stared at me, made me feel that I look beautiful too..
Every laugh you shared with me, made me feel that I can be happy too..
Every touch of you made me realize that I still can feel love..
Every moment that I spent with you made me feel that life can be beautiful
Yes, I will not complain that you left me…
I will wait for your return..if not this life.. Next life it is..
Never tell someone you love them
Don't give them the advantage of knowing.

Once they know,
they'll use it against you

they'll use you as a second option
as a fall back plan

because they know,
no matter what they do,
you'll always be there for them.
loving them
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Think positive and
positive things will happen
Believe in yourself

I try so hard to be happy,
but what does that mean?
What does it look like?

I'm the monster inside
my head, I tell myself
things that reek of death.

In the middle of it all,
the light is burned out
and it's all my fault.

I gave in to the chaos
in my soul, now I'm lost.
I lost sight of control.
Randy Johnson
I'm talking about a record label that was founded a long time ago.
It was founded in the early seventies and the label was called RSO.
They were once a very successful corporation.
RSO stood for 'Robert Stigwood Organization'.

When it came to stars like Andy Gibb and Eric Clapton, RSO managed their careers.
RSO was founded in 1973 and sadly, the record label ended after just ten years.
They also managed the careers of Yvonne Elliman and the Bee Gees.
RSO manufactured records about 'The Empire Strikes Back' and 'Return Of The Jedi' before dissolving in 1983.

In 1980, the Bee Gees slapped RSO with a two hundred million lawsuit.
There was a settlement for an undisclosed amount that ended the dispute.
In 1983, many people hated to see them go.
The world is a better place because of RSO.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
Qualyxian Quest
it's not great timeless art
but, Susan, I tried my best

now I write at night
before I take my rest

I seem to need the poetry bleed
my mind finds rhyme expressed

I loved you for a long time
yes, Quixotic my crazy quest

now just a little couplet
may you and your family be blessed
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
Stay broken
Into a million pieces
Don't let them piece you back together
Like a story you did not choose to be
Stay down and sink
When you can escape
Machine gun Kelly
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
He made me smile just by standing there;
Yet it hurts so much.
It hurts so fdging much.
i am afraid
that you would
finally see into me
and realize
that i was
worth your
Larry Schug
If you fold up your paper,
turn off your radio and TV,
sit on the steps and sip your tea,
watch the birds and speak no words
as the sun rises yellow and round,
making rainbows on the dewy lawn,
you could fool yourself into thinking
there’s no ****** war going on.
had been
left in silent loneliness
thrown away as useless
buried into deep darkness
tortured as horrible hell
torn apart into splits
broken  into million parts
finally that led to
end of me!
Jackie Mead
Secreted behind these four walls
Palace under siege
Is it death or freedom for me?
to compliment Old Fashioned Sanctuary
"Are you happy?", I asked him.
"Yes I am. And you?", he said
"Yes I am happy.", I replied
because finally, I stopped writing
poems about you
, I whispered.
Beatrice Prior
I'm so close to you
I want to kiss your nose
and all those moles
all the scars
and that huge birthmark

I think I'm going crazy

I want to touch you
in places I shouldn't be
I want to feel you
I want you
I want
feeling very sensual and I had to write this
Mister J
Heavy is a mind
That is chained to its past

Heavy is a soul
That knows no way forward

Heavy is a spirit
That keeps running around in circles

Heavy are the eyes
That never stopped shedding tears

Heavy are the ears
That remain slaves to your voice

Heavy are the hands
That knows no other feeling but you

Heavy is the heart
That is struggling to forget everything

Heavy is a person
That drags himself down
To memories that will never
Become a reality

Heavy are his dreams
If these dreams can never be
And will only be
The source of his nightmares

Heavy are the arms
That helplessly linger for yours
Constantly waiting for you
Though never to come back

No more

I've had enough
Midnight writing

Thanks for reading!

Jon York
I love you.
         On intense days.
            On good days.
                On long
              work  days.
               On  really
             strange  days.

           And most of all
          on days when you
            make me smile,
            which happens
            to be every day
              I'm with you.

               I  love  you
              means that I
             care  enough
               to fight for
             what we have
              and love you
                enough  to
                 not   ever  
                    let   go.
                                                                                                Jon York   2019
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