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 Apr 2019 Medusa
Maria Etre
Today
I feel
like
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
in
love
"here world
take my heart"
regrets come free.



free as rain on my face



to wash through to take it all away; better that way.

into rivers below.



one time in tidal flood

water came down muddy & high took the cattle away

blocked  the bridge; we ran to see still in our pyjamas.



the boy came running to say the debris from the upper village

was on the way

to stand back.



we did

&

saw the water behind us.



retreated high up along the wall.



we named it the great storm & never remember the year.



some things are better swept away.
 Apr 2019 Medusa
Courtney
The Calm
 Apr 2019 Medusa
Courtney
You were the ocean
And I, a ship
Gliding your waves
As my finger tips
Lazily graze at your surface-
Skin.
Our two bodies-
Of water and of flesh-
In harmony with the moon,
Pulling us with her tides
And we abide
So long as we’re synchronized.
Before the storm
 Apr 2019 Medusa
Johnny Noiπ
Moderns used to attribute myths
to the imagination of early man;
but as time passes, it's often been
found that myths were based on
even more ancient tales of actual
persons & events. In the ancient
days one had to offer a sacrifice,
and now we offer our credit card.
Take my hand
hold on through the quicksand
of my expressed agony
for I’m trying to bring us past the vanity
and the demonic hailings I paint
can as swiftly change to angels sailing past the hate
my words can take you from a pearless white night
with only the moon in sight
then twist that light back to
the sun’s beaming might
surround you in a blizzard
with imagery so vivid
it cuts through the snow
like a rock in a rivers flow
bring you from the crumbles of earthly ruins
to the humble pearly white gates of heavenly viewings
invoke you in anger & apathy
a firery rage bellowing
until you hear a fazed echoeing
pulling you from the depths of mind
to the paradise I envisioned for
mankind
corrupt you with illness of doubtful hate
then present a panacea of a
hopeful fate

I know I’m just a man,
but take my hand
and I’ll show to your there’s more to us than a monotonous plan
Inferno,
exponential flame
tearing at the world until
all that’s left is it’s name

from the dust and gravel
arise the youth
on revolutionary wings of
marble

only for the glorious resurgence
to become fallen angels
engulfing the world
that they had wished
to save in
earnest
Sorry for being an

imploder

but,

darling,

so is every other star

that burns too bright
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