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 May 2018 tm
Pure Evil
What If....
 May 2018 tm
Pure Evil
What if people took the time
to watch the setting sun
Or listen to the gentle sound
of a river water run

What if people showed the love
they think that THEY deserve
Or hold back words they want to say
if they know it only hurts

What if people chose to give
instead of only take
Or lend a hand to those in need
when times become too great

What if people felt the pain
from those of us who've lost
Or those who've given all they have
no matter what the cost

What if people lived each day
as if it were their last
Or looked towards the future
to overcome their past

What if people walked a mile
in the shoes of someone else
Or thought about how others feel
instead of just themselves

What if people read these lines
and took each word to heart

What if......
 May 2018 tm
Audrey Hillary Smith
The sky began to purple
And the scene to set
And the heart like drums
Began to beat
Then from some twist of light
A play began to roll
And there I was
Dozing in the sunshine
One quiet afternoon
When lightening flashed
Right from out the blue
Shattering my reverie
Was the Sunlight's goon
As he took a bow for
His introduction and
How d' you do
He shook my world of classic order
To a surrealistic view
With quick steps to the left
And then to the right
He bent my gaze
To his central stage
Of course,
This monochrome painter
Requests total attention
Not difficult,
As he's been struck from
The list of convention
He spills his canvas with tidy
Abstractions of captured jests
Of wild imitation, a pose
In fractured time
He is a master of imagination
With noiseless motion
He whirls to each identity
From his kaleidoscope of darkness
His badge of entity
He bends symbols to a new formation
A magician of dimmed light
He nurtures the checker board
Of contrasts in angles to
His invention
From a repose in solitude
I now acquaint myself
To timeless relenting
For he's here
He's everywhere
Though neither god nor man
But entertainer
A show that begins from light
And ends with darkness
While I see, he plays a game with me
Wherever I go, he goes
Whatever I do, he does
Though sometimes leader
Sometimes the lamb
But while still blinking
From this sudden view
He wills me to another hue
As he molds his statues
To another stand
And shades the tones darker
Then with some secret mime
And the close of time
The audience, now
Just common dolls
That leave no echo of applause
So they've left
The lights have gone out
And the Shadow
Opaque of emotion
Releases his hold
And there he's left me
In a final void
Was he really there?
Or was it just another show
Of self confrontation.
 Mar 2018 tm
Branden Youngs
You always made it known
protested with a ***** and moan
about how my lips curled around cigarettes
when you aren’t home.

Testifying in a patronizing tone
that someday I’d end up alone
if the habit wasn’t thrown.

You just envied
the way they were slowly ******* my life
wishing you still had that power.
 Mar 2018 tm
Chelle
Puppet
 Mar 2018 tm
Chelle
Poor, sweet boy.
Tell me why you’re sad

He replied:
Blind, naive girl.

You just don’t get it
The pain i carry is heavy, it’s hard to admit it
Baby, it’s past the point of pills and talking things out.
The darkness that ate my soul is causing a drought

For no tears are shed, in fact I’m incapable of the act.
My emotions are vacant, it’s the ultimate hack.
The shackles of my depression are tight and unforgiving.
So much so that I give up on living.

I am dead inside, but my heart is still beating.
Every day feels the same and I’m just tired of repeating.

Your love is strong, but not strong enough.
It’s like puppet strings that help hold me up.

It’s better in the long run if you cut my puppet down. It’s better for you to let me go while I continue to drown.
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