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Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Andrew Durst

"I can't"
  &
"I don't know"
             These are two
       Very common phrases
       I find myself using a lot
              These days.
      Maybe it's due to the fact
That I don't want
       To
           Try;
     I'm starting to
     Believe
     That I'm afraid
     Of moving on.

Is that so wrong?

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

old friend

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

danai

old friend

Hello, old friend
Wish to see old you again
Miss your sweet words

Tears stream down my cheek,
As the thought of old you
Comes to mind

The good times
Are now in the past
With those sweet lies

Goodbye, old friend
I can no longer see old you again
Because we drifted away.

it's my first poem so I hope you like it

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

surely mine

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

jeffrey robin

surely mine

He who sees who is watching
.   .   .   .   .   .   .
?
Who
Is he?

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The god looks on and then he enters the stories
yours and mine
•
And we start watching him and then we see each other!
••
Each other
!!!  !!!   !!!
Oh my god ! What god is this?

••

He who sees who is watching begins to see just why
and what is being sought
He

Understands

and he guides

Everybody

To where it is they should be

In order to be seen  by he

Who teaches how and what to see

And to understand just why

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Easter song

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

jeffrey robin

Easter song

//////

Enchained since puberty

Enchained in manic mutilating scorn

We

Mystic playmates

Of eachother and the gods

••

Drifting
The mountains
We

Are the waters and the years

••

SEED SEED SEED SEED

••

The garden and the gardener

•

Adam and Eve

The fountain

We who make the creation

LAST

Thru all contingencies

•••

Little tiny beings born to love

To nurture and sustain

••
••
we
••
••

Enchained since puberty

created a need for TRUST

And allowed

Demons to enslave

All the righteous powers that were ours alone

••

BATHE !

In the RIVERS OF GOD

IN EACHOTHER'S FRAGRACES!

••

Nothing else must touch
Or
Define you on any way

•

Be

Lovely and free

Be

The ONE who shall ASCEND

dissolving all pain and chains

Into

Magical faces !

And gentle strength

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

I AM

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

jeffrey robin

I AM

/////

I am

The one soul warrior still standing

•

( Gold the bracelets  on my arms )

•                  •

The one mountain looms behind me

•

I AM

Here

(Here for you)

•     •

( The one soul warrior --I AM )

••

Time to kick some **** now !

Time to acknowledge the TRUE BEAUTY OF YOUTH !

To shove the filthy money they provoke you with
Back up the Demonic ***** which are ******* on your faces!

Time to look between your legs and claim that
What is there is YOURS

Time to stop being MERE TOYS of the ELITE!

time
Time to SEE ME!

I AM

••

I am

The one soul warrior left standing

•

Now

Tell
Me

Just exactly if you want to be Free

And then thusly

Who YOU are

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Pain

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Tash Street

Pain

I've been kicked in the head and punched in the face
was cut with a knife and bled around the place
My ankle's been twisted, my eye has been black
my knees have been skinned, my skull has been cracked
My appendix exploded, my kidney got stones
my ribs have been fractured, I've broke a few bones
My back has been burnt, my finger's been ground
Try harder you *******... I'm still around.

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Jealousy

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Disturb the Universe

Jealousy

I’m jealous of your bed
For it gets to hold you
In its clutches
Instead of me
I’m jealous of your sheets
They take the place of my arms and legs
And tangle around your sleepy self
That should be me
If it weren’t for the minute details
I tend to miss
(I don’t plan ahead…)
Like work in the AM
Or a change of clothes
Or a toothbrush
I would have stayed
And slept
Sinking into you and that ******* bed
That holds you hostage

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

The Flag

Mar 2014 BaileyBuckels

Katy

The Flag

Screech.
Ropes attached to my back are pulled tight.
Screech. Screech.Higher and Higher I am pulled.

I know I'm a symbol.

A symbol for *hope.
A symbol for love.
A symbol for pride.

I know all this.

But still I droop.
All that I stand for seems to disappear the higher I go.

Tossed and torn by a vicious wind from the East,
I stand strong.
But each and every gust cuts me deeper and deeper.

Battle wounds cover my spirit.
I cry as long as this is war.