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 May 2016 Carrillo
Leaetta May
good morning darling
the earth's turned around again
and we are still here
 May 2016 Carrillo
Terrence Reyes
Empty truths is all I am.
But I'm trying to be all I can.
Without giving any effort.
I just lie so I can feel the comfort.
Deep down it digs deep into my skin.
My demons come out and win.
I'm just a helpless romantic.
Lingering in the past with all its frantic.
I just get lost in my head like a dead sea.
When I should blossom like a tree.
 May 2016 Carrillo
Aarushi Vijay
Fear!
One word, unfathomable meanings!

From the fear to live to the fear of death.
From the fear of change to the fear of darkness.
The fear of Everything!
The fear of being buried alive!
Some of them are strange and some are grave real,
But the only thing common in them is the word fear!

If we all light up we can scare away the fears,
Love without any fear in the heart!

We should change,
we should laugh,
we should cry ,
we should love ,
we should love without the fear,
We should live ,
we should die!

Remember , we are born with
thousands of lights shining in the dark
and will die lighting the unlit ones!

So unfear all your fears.
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better off dead.
 May 2016 Carrillo
r
I am thinking of the dead
who are still with us
on their way in the rain
to meet lovers or brothers
and my sadness waves back
like grain in the fields
of lost summers and summers
before that, fireflies in the dark
still young and beautiful
like starry nights, but for them
there is no moon, and for us
the same news we do not receive.
In memory of Barry.
April 3, 1955 - May 15, 2015.  
You are missed, Brother,
 May 2016 Carrillo
r
Bad cotton
 May 2016 Carrillo
r
Her body is a plantation
I worked on for twelve years,
all of them solid, deep
summer, uncleared timber,
backwater, ditch and slough,
times of bad cotton, dark
nights and no crops, hard rain,
riding shotgun over my love.
 May 2016 Carrillo
r
I used to stay up all night
driving through pastures
in a sweetheart's daddy's jeep

I remember the moon in the woods
through the trees like a girl
running in white *******

Like a boat losing its shadow
to the wind, you can lie
yourself back into bodies
you never touched

What love there was
flashes by like chrome
on a fender skirt.
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