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 Dec 2014 Adrian Betz
Isha Kumar
It lingers between small talks,
things best left unsaid.
All that remains
is the silence, so dead.

Nervous, little peeks
when the eyes refuse to meet.
That lump in your throat
at every heartfelt greet.

Staring into empty space
like you lost your muse.
Why was the courage hidden
if it was of no use?

The mind begins to burn
and the smoke grows thick.
It creeps into the heart
and makes you sick.

The silence then grows
with each passing moment.
Memories cloud your eyes
and make you repent.

The tongue begins to sting.
So much to be said.
Yet, all that ever remains
is the silence, so dead.

Things remain unsaid
when words begin to fail.
That excuse you make
is just another tall-tale.

That tension in the air
when you pass each other by.
That lump in your throat
stays, and you wonder why.

Dodging the questions
for there are no answers.
Wishing for things to go back
to the way they were.

They still linger between small talks,
things which were left unsaid.
All that will ever remain
is the silence lying dead.
Sea
As soon as the ship had left the harbour,
A bird stopped in the sky and blurring clouds
And said a prayer to the sea
Applauded by sunlight; flashing, blinding.

Couples drank in the small bars
In the colossal house, still soaking,
Girls gazing dreamily
At the far and wide sea.

Oh! the glimmering fish that swam so deep
And hid underneath rocks that did not move.
Cabin beds were unmade
And the sea howled its song,
Low pitched as a moan.

A door banged closed; in lower cabins
The girl waved her arms,
Understood by the sea,
And nature on land everywhere,
No chains, no bounds; everywhere, freedom.

Blood flowed in the water,
A salted abattoir, in the sea
Where windows gazed deep and dark
Blood and life merged. Currents flowed.

Mrs Smythe played jazz piano in the bar,
Whispered flirtations spread
Like the ship moving across the sea.
Romances set out. Palaces were built
In the chaos of storms of the oceanic night.

Every star wrapped up
Across the ocean wide
Shielding themselves from the bright
And the young--- glittering trance
Of burgeoning beautiful love stories.

Every morning after—it’s winter, they spoke---
Foam rolling along the decks
Lightning like cymbals, drumming thunder
Rise and fall, rise and fall
Oh! precious creatures of nautical nights!
Yet secrets hum through warmed hands
Sharing enlightenment they will know forever
But which eludes us now.
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The god !

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We eat the raw **** of demons

We wonder why we are ill !

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We see we all are feeling pain

We say
I CAN RELATE TO THAT !

but we NEVER dare try understand !





In the midnight  grasp of love

We hide in sorrows and jealousies

And ride in false hopes unto dawn

Seeking what we know isn't there

••

We ALL claim to love some YOU out there !

We all know this YOU is merely
Our poisoned imagination

But we go on and on
With our pandering

I CAN RELATE TO THAT !

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We say we don't want to hurt
A poet 's sensitive feelings

But it's okay to just watch them die

//

//

We watch each other die

Saying

Boo hoo
Boo hoo

Its so sad that you are dead !

I can relate to it

Cause inside

I'm also dead

And who can trust what you'll do to me

If I come alive
 Dec 2014 Adrian Betz
Indrew C
Not so long ago, I used to write about love
As if it were overflowing in me.
We write because we think we are overwhelmed
by the feeling that inspires us.
I have discovered today,
that this inspiration we get comes from but a longing.
The words we write down cover up
our true intentions of wanting to feel more.
We write because what we feel
is not enough.

I know this because I have felt enough.
I have felt overwhelmed.
For the first time, I knew what true love was all about.
Since then, not a word was spilled with ink.
I tried to gather my words
only to find out that the one who had taken them
was the love of my life.
That was when I realized,
It was she who had been my masterpiece.
An artwork where I had poured my everything.
An artwork that had come to life.
An artwork that needed no words.

We are never truly inspired until we have nothing left to say.
Until we are left in awe.
When need to be with myself
sets in a lonely mood
mind seeks a space to delve
sink in solitude

I slip to that unused room
where a window to the north
paints a sky of white lily bloom
for dreams to merrily birth!

I fly above the town house tops
up the tallest palm
reach the clouds to touch raindrops
drown in deep calm

whiles pass mind travels eon
far beyond the earth
till lands back to anchor on
the window to the north!
I take the last boat on the Icchhamati River.

the huddled shadows in the gloam
talk of home
a waiting bed
before climbs the moon overhead.

In little comforts voices bask
amid oars sloshing the night
and  I brood in silence
neath the  northern star

how far is home
how far?
i sat to write a poem
tapped on the key
words turned lame
thoughts mystery

blank blinked the screen
mocked its cleanliness
while the head's din
made mind a mess

i thought of the girl
who gave my eye a cut
the one with a curl
stole my childhood heart

and the ******* her door
i met on way to school
she has grown no more
still gives my heart a pull

the one who ran me down
called me foolish child
the cutest in town
in her love i was wild

one upon one
floated up the face
my poem was undone
unborn undressed
 Dec 2014 Adrian Betz
Graff1980
Welcome to your execution
You will not be exonerated
Your rights will not be debated
In this secret prison
This bay of pigs
But it’s not the pigs imprisoned
Corporate sponsored terrorism
Government created schism
Between the illusion of rights
And the truth
There will be no repeals
And when we are ready
Secret tribunals with no oversight
Will oversee your execution
Or worse your lifetime imprisonment
( )
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Wonder where you are  
I wonder where you are

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We
Walked together
In the San Francisco streets

Yesterday

In the rain

( All dreams are over
All hope is gone )

••

A few **** heads here and there

Don't leave ya much to remember

//

We lived like we was god's living prayer

Calling out to the people to come  home

And that life need not be
Lived in vain

//

In those magical days

When we knew all love was real

And that to love was to be free



Long ago !

It seems so long ago

And the world we tried to save

Is now a bunch a girls

Cuttin themselves

With razor blades !

••

Wonder where you are

In some prison ?
In some grave  ?

In some corporation suite ?

••



We are alone now

All alone

( but it's okay )

It is only me and god

And the scores of the football games

And the fears and the wars

And the body counts

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And the re-living of every Plague

And the blood on the floor

Dripping from arms and razor blades

Soon to be a flowin down every street
To every door
So…
Here we are again
But…
Are you even here?
True…
I don’t know what to say
Sad…
You refuse to listen

Pain…
How it seems unending
Breathe…
I struggle to exhale
Wake…
If only I were dreaming
Take this broken heart away

Fall…
No one there to catch me
Rise…
Here alone again
Drown…
Silence never ending
Please…
Bring the sun again

Hell…
I don’t know what to pray
Fly…
With broken wings, I crawl
Stained…
Won’t you take these memories?
Mind the jagged edges

Stay…
There’s still so much beauty
Smile…
This is not the end
Fight…
Rend the veil asunder
Be…
You’re more than you will claim

Cry…
Just don’t let it take you
Scream…
Let your soul exclaim
Truth…
One day there will be more
than these conversations with myself
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