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let hands speak what mouths
   cannot prattle

                 let eyes dream what sleep
               renames with its tranquility

let love undo what
hate has wreaked and

                 let fingers saunter infinite
                 strides when feet sojourn

let this quiet bellow
a hundredfold of sound

                  and let soul dance when
                  we have departed,

enisled here underneath the
brow of a terminal day,
  
                  its numeral tasks unfold
                  in the night full of silences

and let the world feel the cold
of brookwater when we cannot swim—
i will ban
          syntax
          grammar

i will banish
          sentences
          phrases
          clauses

i will evict
          capitalization

i will exile
          all punctuation

i will relegate all of these to the
          circular file of written expression

it is time
at long last
for words to
squirm and falter
but ultimately prevail
in their singular
              splendid
              glory
Oh, America….
how can you be enthralled with Trump
dumping on Mexicans and insulting the handicapped
hair piece flapping in the wind
almost as much as his gums –
dumb hicks with ****** chicks
lick ***** of donkey
if they vote that fool
El Prez
and give him the keys
to the nuclear arsenal –
my minds reels at the possibilities
******-bag ball-licking ***** face
at the seat of power
offering the impoverished
cake
or worst
nothing but catch phrases and clichés
intending on inspiring the masses
elevate themselves to a similar status
of ‘The Donald’ –
not all of us have mob ties
and millionaire family members
not that many Americans
can support a failing casino
or be the star of a television show
most of us
are just people trying to make the best
of an increasingly ****** up situation
made exponentially worse
by this *******’s real chance
at becoming the leader
of the free world –
can be a sword
but it can also
be a
fang
bullies on the
internet
where the one
can be a
gang
the multi-fac'd jester
from the box he
sprang
on his words he
rises up
on his words he'll

HANG.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015
Give 'em enough rope...

---

○    


from
the waves
of crimson silk
comes an eye
as white as
milk
'tis a  
monster  
and his ilk
    horrid in his
     {{{{         slimy scales      }}}}
       {{{{{          from the deep    }}}}}
     {{{{{{{{{with hook'd nails}}}}}}}}}
{{{{{{{he's ravenous}}}}}}}
he never fails    
capturing      
his human
      meal he will
         eat until he's
        full then he
          goes into
           the deep
         which will
     forever
secrets
keep    
♢♢    
♢♢
    ♢♢
     ♢

♢  



Soulsurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015

I hope we don't have
monsters in reality!
The meltdown at Fukishima
is sending TONS of radioactive
water into the Pacific
DAILY
 Nov 2015 Chalsey Wilder
Chris
~

*I watched her
skipping stones,
creating ripples
gently caressing
the distant shoreline
of my heart
~
As they washed
over me in
glistening
poetic motions,
I felt something
touch me deeply
~
It was love
in tiny waves,
circular patterns
reaching out then
melting away upon
the warm sand
~
And in that
moment I knew
that even though
the ripples may
disappear in my heart,
she never would
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