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 May 2018 tm
Junior
Love
 May 2018 tm
Junior
Love is acceptance. Him melding into her and her melding into him. Love is opening up to each other and not being embarrased about the fact that they're in love.
Love is affection. Holding hands and cuddling with each other. Lookin into each other and saying "I love you".
Love is knowing. Knowing that he will be there for her and she for him. Knowing that they'll be together even in death.
Love is letting go. Letting go of fear and showing who you are; knowing that you'll be loved none the less.
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Hannah
Things we do in our past hunts us. They creep from out of nowhere.
It might be people who we use to be close to, or things we said.
They come out of nowhere, like there ment to hunt you and have you go scavenge in your memories and past.
Things in our past hunt us.
It could be anything like songs that you haven’t heard in a while, items that you and someone else connected with.
   Things we did or anything from our past hunt us.
It’s hard to believe once you realize they come back. They might be there to signal you, or fate trying to have you think about that part in your life. This world is an endless mystery the more you pull it apart.
Written April 18, 2018 at 9:40 PM
The light began to dim because
the oil was running low and the
morning came a creeping up
as if I didn't know,

never meant to be the stranger
I am Tonto to the Sunshine Ranger.

Invincible
I am the storm
reap me, read me
in the early morn.

In spite of me
I write of me
my protestation is but
the denunciation of
previous wrongs

and the megalo' in me
dressed as Romeo
sees the spotlight on me
as I put on
the one man show.

Behind these masks
there are certain deeds and tasks
of which I shall not mention.

Against the rule of
Isaac
Balzac
vitamin A and
Prozac
I would tack this to the end
but the end is yet to be and
in this the truth could be
nothing more than
ripened Brie
( nice to spread upon your bread,
but fit for nothing else)

I would be a Jane
but I am John
also a Christian
and how do I carry on
this thread?

What I see inside is
beyond me
as fathomless as a
bottomless sea
I never understood
how could I?
the third eye
is blind.

Between the cemetery
and the library
a sign that reads,

here lies my poetry
RIP.


.
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Eleanor Rigby
You are Tequila shots
In perfect desperado
Your days heavy and long

Your nights, sudden aislado.

I am wine glasses
In bittersweet nocturno
My days short

My nights, eternal inferno.

We always swallowed those notes
Like fire down our throats.


-- Eleanor
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Neville Johnson
So many, too many
So many gone
Men who fought for victory
But they lost
Their lives
Their loved ones
There’s nothing good about war
We, the people of the world,
**** each other
Repeatedly, regularly
It’s always going on somewhere
Since the beginning of time
Why can’t we all just get along?
I’m afraid we never will
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Rsebd
Flesh
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Rsebd
I set myself up for failure.

My hand got heavy and I was a much too liberal pouring bourbon into my coffee.
I took my first gulp, the essence of oak barrels and rye devoured my taste buds:
coupled by a warm comfort that settled in my chest.
I lifted the mug to my lips and drank more, this time faster.
With no more than bourbon and coffee in my system I stumbled up the stairs to seek refuge in bed,
to no surprise I was met with the warmth of another human.
With my left-hand high and my right-hand low,
I rediscover my sense of touch and identified the ample ******* and wide hips with a woman to whom I once made love.
What have I done? How did she get here?
She felt the weight of my hands when I touched her,
rolled over to face me then lifted her hand to stroke my beard.
It was a moment of ecstasy.
Scenes of past affairs are recalled from memory and I’m instantly ready to dive deep into her sins like I had several times before.
I lift my finger tip to trace a map of where my lips would press next.
I started at her right ear lobe, moved my hand down and across the course of her torso, worked my way down her legs and wrapped back up to meet the middle of her thighs.
She gasped,
she knew what was coming next and begged for me to kiss her.
The moments to follow were simply exhilarating;
mind-blowing, heart-pounding, earth-shattering, exhilaration.
Soon she’d peak.
All at once her body became tense and she melted into the sheets.
Every lie we had ever told came to light when we engaged the flesh.
She tasted of uncertainty and deceit,
black coffee and bourbon.
Some of my favorite things.
I felt like dishonesty and mischief,
she knows I’ve been up to no good.
I lay facing the ceiling while she gathered her things and dressed to leave.
Neither of us spoke a word because we knew the severity of the mistake we made.
If anyone knew what we had done, they’d believe we had gone mad.
Maybe we had.
Neither one of us were sure but we did know that we could never see each other again.
We’re toxic as friends and deadly as lovers.
Nothing good can come from this.
 May 2018 tm
Lou
Memorial
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Lou
How do I even begin to agree on my feelings about it?
I don't want to remember all the blood that stains my hands from my birth certificate.
I see all the asphalt decaying infrastructure
Forming drone strikes fueled by my starving dollar.
What about my uncle who fought for the crumbling?
Do you remember my father on the other side of the wall in Berlin?
What of my friends father?
Fifteen minutes to save those forgotten to Communism.
Why must I always remember my fallen veterans?
I should know who they are!
At home, living that American dream.
Or sleeping off it's hang over.
Memorial Day poem
 May 2018 tm
LS Martin
I hate today
Five years ago today my professor at my college hosted a party and then put something in my drink

And when I woke up...
When I woke up...

I kiss boys harder
I turn up music louder
I drink wine faster
But I still can't wash away the memory
The unfortunate secret to my sharp memory is that I'm always trying to forget
"What? You actually thought you were smart? You thought that's why you got elected Secretary? No. Your just a pretty girl. Your so cute. You know that? Your a cute girl. I had to have you."
 May 2018 tm
CharlesC
Magic..?
 May 2018 tm
CharlesC
magic tricks have always delighted
and an explanation awaited..
but now
with a consciousness perspective
a new understanding arrives..
non-locality is the norm
locality: simply a temporary coloring
of the all-encompassing non-..
oneness and synchronicities pervade
as have always pervaded
but for our limited visions..
so..magic now may be known
as the experience expected
in the reality now realized
as home...
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