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where is home -
if not in your arms,
if not in the smiles on your lips,
if not in your words.

where is home -
if "you" splits into here and there
and i can never be everywhere.

where is home -
if you here make me laugh while
i cry because you there are not here.

where is home -
if not in me.
 May 2019 Bogdan Dragos
Jon York
You are like fine whiskey

I'd be honored to taste.

One sip of your warmth leaves

a burn in my hearts place,

but tastes so sweet.

Your body was meant

for my caresses.....

I touch you without

hesitation, no fear...

no limits. For no one

can love me like you.

            Again

you're on my mind,

              again.

             Lovely

        ***** thoughts,

              again.                                  ­                              Jon York   2019
 May 2019 Bogdan Dragos
Lucía
All I remember from my childhood
are screams
and shouts
and endless arguments
and me panicking
and crying
and begging for happiness
and begging for silence.
 May 2019 Bogdan Dragos
Chaos
again
 May 2019 Bogdan Dragos
Chaos
every time i look at you
i fall in love
all over again
There is a chance to transform
step from the shadows into the light
expressing self without regard
for expectations of the world
presenting boldness in the act
while affirming humanity
the underlying has not changed
even while the surface strays

the natal form may please the eye
say the spectator on the outside
please remember this is a lie
to the one that must reside
a choice is made to walk the path
invoking rainbows along the way
arches that bend the light
with promises of golden pots

here's a secret that few know
when these realms are explored
absent of the normative
the traveler dares more than most
there is a danger when one steps
from the path that most adhere
as the monsters wait to pounce
eager for a chance to eviscerate

still the travelers will depart
seeking lands beyond their shore
where treasured truths may be found
beyond the chains of the norm
transformation is for the strong
the light is pierced by the dark
don't let that hide the genuine
when truth is at last found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190509.
The poem “Chance to Transform” was written on the memory of a special night during which I was truly myself.
 May 2019 Bogdan Dragos
Mikel
Pleasure does not always mean happiness
Same as tears could mean joy without sadness
Sometimes, you found ‘it’ in a weird place called ‘pain’
You’re not a *******, just in love with the ‘gain’

You cannot give what you don’t have
You can only give to as much as you love
And love is getting ’pain’ for the ’gain’
Just to give away your ’gain’ in a painful way

Then, the ’pain’ will go away
Then, you search again for a way
A way to get another ‘gain’
That means another ‘pain’

Then, you give away your ‘gain’ (again)
You will release the ‘pain’ (again)

This cycle will continue until a time
A time when you only have is time
Stopping this make you a dead person
To continue is to find a great reason

Pain. Gain. Give. Repeat.
There’s no other way to cheat.
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