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not even my favorite people
may seek their rest in peace,
when their tombs are encircled
by this endless,
mindless
bustle—
the bustle of an aimlessly industrious life
that is no better than death.

unmute the video
mute yourselves
Though both were born of cosmic flame
They fought too much for both were the same
And so they split night from day
So the other may always have their way...

But the cosmic ties that bond their hearts
Could never truly be pulled apart
So once in a blue moon, and every other red sun
The sky becomes dark...and the two become one.
Sometimes I wish memories were water soluble
That these tears might wash them away
But try as I might
This clouded mind
Is where these memories choose to stay
"Sometimes you have to be cold in order to be safe"
And that's just what I'll do
Cloaked in snow
Memories in tow
I'll forge this path anew
 Nov 2018 Bill MacEachern
Bob B
Kanye West visited Trump
At the White House, and man, what a scene!
His words were bouncing off all the walls,
Just like a ball in a pinball machine.

His disjointed rantings and ravings
Made little if any sense.
He ****** up to the president
More than even Michael Pence.

Rambling about the 13th Amendment,
The Unabomber, and then trap doors,
He ended the strange concoction of thoughts
With a weird reference to thirteen floors.

To him, Trump is a father figure.
To prove how much he is fan,
Whenever he wears his MAGA cap,
It makes him feel like Superman.

Illegal guns, tasting fine wines,
And liberals controlling blacks
Through racism? You wanted to say,
Calm down, Kanye. Try to relax.

One thing is certain: We can see
From trying to follow his monologue threads,
That Kanye needs some serious help.
Kanye, please get back on your meds!

-by Bob B (10-14-18)
They are everything
    Bring us to our knees
    They tear us apart

    How are we free
    When they have our heart?

    They are everything
    all mighty and strong
    They shake our world
    Tell us right from wrong

    But where are they?
    Where have they gone?

    The men in our lives
    Are for whom we long
    The men in our lives
    Seeming so strong
    They hold us up
    And tear us down

    The men in our lives
    Are stronger now

    As we give them more
    Our love
    Our hearts
    Our whole self we pour

    They absorb us
    And sweep us away
    The men in our lives
    Can always have their way

    And so many men in our lives tend to stray

    But who are we
    To be so weak?
    And who are we
    To not even speak?

    They create us
    Captivate us
    With their eyes
    Their opinions break us in two
    But we look into their eyes
    And still say, “I need you”

    They come and go as they please
    Break our hearts with so much ease

    From the fathers that leave
    To the boys that cheat
    To the pain that brings us to our knees

    The men in our lives are all that we need
Disclaimer: This is a poem I wrote about all the pain the men in my life have caused me. I am NOT saying all men are like this and I am NOT saying all women feel this way. This poem is simply how I personally have felt at some points in my life due to poor relationships with men.
I cup a Pall Mall, it is 10:30 p.m.,
December & Montana
frigid.

The store’s back window is unlocked,
I take white bread, ham
& mustard.

Hunker curbside, make sandwiches
& eat, I am less

hungry, cold
& 14-years
old.
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