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  Sep 2014 Hollow
r
you came to the rodeo
with your latest portfolio
of sidekick apparatchi(c)ks

colorful lily - a realpolitik mariposa
and gloriosa - tall like a ponderosa
while i rode the appaloosa-
cool like - little joe

do they make you hum
a sweet song like i do?

sitting on your spanish saddle
booted to skeedaddle
when i beat the buzzer
while buzzards circled-
beneath a purple sun

you came that time
when i rode
-on the blue mesa.

r ~ 9/24/14
Hollow Sep 2014
Where are the outreaching hands today
Where are the smiling faces
Where are the steady feet and the bright eyes

I dream to dream today
I dare to believe in happiness
I will sing today, one note higher
I will touch hearts and mold memories to be thankful for

Where are the kind words
Where lie the poems of beauty and nature, nurture and soul

I promise light today
A sliver of hope across a sea of dreary stillness
Today, I draw a new breath, fill my lungs with joyful whispers

And your ears are the target

I love you all
  Sep 2014 Hollow
Unfortunate Smile
Use the
hot water
to burn
his touch
off your
crying skin.

                                   Fog up
                                   the bathroom
                                   the same
                                   way that
                                   he fogged  
                                   up your
                                   unhinged mind.

                                                                         Drain your
                                                                         bathtub just
                                                                         as colours
                                                                         have drained
                                                                         from your
                                                                         bland existence.  

Pour water down the same patterns that his fingers drew on your spine.
  Sep 2014 Hollow
Siddharth Penmetcha
Wake up, my friend, how long will you sleep
how long will you stand by as these monsters reap
the freedom of us bystanders not uttering a meep
as they wage these ****** wars and the bodies heap

How long before your heart is moved enough
to care for the victims of so called God's love
How long will it take for you to start seething
and take up the cause of ridding the world of Religion?

Do you not see the women treated like cows?
or the children murdered in the thousands?
what more evil has to happen in the world
before we start loving equally, the boy and the girl?

Where and when do we draw a line in the sand
when these holy wars have destroyed our lands?
or they have beheaded us all and cut our hands?
Perhaps when all freedom is buried in the sands?

Wake up to the evil that is religion
it binds, it cuts, it recruits by the legions
it tears through all that is lovely and pure
its time we stood up, and found a cure
Enough is enough. Let's get rid of the evil that is religion, and embrace spirituality if you must.
Hollow Sep 2014
Come repaired
Only to be taken apart again
This house is no longer
A home for you

You there, rusting away
Atop a dusty window sill
Looking out through broken glass
At Memory lane

There is no medicine for your pain
No pill to take this time
You will not sleep here
You will not dream here

You will breathe here
Inhale the bitter past
You will walk barefoot
Through these solemn halls

You will cut your hands
On sharp words that still linger
On the ancient air
Toxicity

See these colors and remember
The paint tells a different story
Rotten wood drives you insane
Welcome back to termite hindsight

This place is no longer a home
A cemetery rests here
Ghosts live here now
You don't belong here
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